I know I have taken donut analyses to a level probably unseen before and even more likely to levels undesired by anyone who hasn’t commented at least 3 times on the aforementioned entry. So, if you made the mistake of reading the entire donut entry and now see a headline with donut in it again, I’m giving you the heads up this one is not going to include any more analysis.
It is, on the other hand, a wonderful follow-up story.
For those of you who haven’t read the infamous donut debate, I will sum it up quickly here. I had a group of Harvard grads email me asking what was the ideal assortment of donuts to buy for their fantasy baseball league’s annual draft. As a side note, think of it as a field study, they also asked what would be the perfect assortment for my team’s clubhouse. I went into some lengthy research and in-depth formulas to create the “perfect combination” taking into account variety, health, quantity, and preference of donuts. It took hours and culminated in me running from our clubhouse in Midland, TX after our game had ended (where we were about to board a bus to Frisco, TX) to a nearby hotel so I could get Internet access to post my answer before the clock struck midnight on Friday night (June 5th, which happened to not-so-coincidentally be “National Donut Day”).
After posting my discussion and conclusions, I ran back to the bus and by a matter of minutes avoided being left behind. We arrived safely in Frisco and I pitched the first game of the series on Saturday. Sunday afternoon at the field, as I always do, I asked our pitching coach for the game chart from the night before so I could make a copy and keep it for my records.
It was about 3pm on Sunday, and just before heading out for batting practice I asked our clubby to make a copy of the chart for me and put it in my locker while I was outside. He said it wouldn’t be a problem and I went out for BP. Within 10 minutes of batting practice beginning, I noticed the clubby walking across the field towards me with a sheet of paper in his hand. I rolled my eyes a bit and thought to myself, “what does he expect me to do with this copy of the chart while I’m shagging batting practice in 95-degree heat?” As he got closer, he started to say something to me in a wavering voice. “Um, the home clubby said, well…this is weird, cause we’re the road team and….um.” I perceived it as a nervousness that was brought about from confusion and an uncertainty of what to say. I almost blurted out loud to save the guy the embarrassment, “If you can’t get a copy made, it’s not a big deal, I’ll figure out another way to get it.”
But at the moment I was about to speak, he handed me the sheet of paper. I saw it wasn’t the game chart from the night before. He continued, “We’ve been here 2 years and we’ve never seen a guy on the road get a package delivered, but…” As he stuttered, I looked at the sheet he had handed me and it was a list. As I moved my eyes down the list I saw familiar notations: “Chocolate Frosted – 11, Sugar Raised – 11, Glazed – 11, Boston Kreme – 8,” and so on. My mind and the clubby’s ability to convey what he was finally trying to say converged at came together at the exact same moment.
“You had 10 dozen donuts delivered to your locker,” the clubby said as I saw on the top of the delivery sheet at which I had been staring blankly “John W.”
I laughed so hard, I coughed. I smiled so big my cheeks hurt. I was on cloud nine for the rest of batting practice, so excited to see my assortment before my eyes. I couldn’t believe how thoughtful and downright hilarious it was for John to send the donuts. When we got back into the clubhouse, sure enough, in the EXACT quantities I had specified would be appropriate for the clubhouse, there were 10 boxes of Dunkin Donuts awaiting our team.
I promised I wouldn’t do any analysis on this post, but I will say, in practice my assortment worked perfectly. 9 of the 10 dozen were gone by the end of the game that night. By the time we showed up to the field the next day, the last dozen was grabbed by guys on the way in. There was a good variety all the way down to the end, so it wasn’t like there were eight Sugar Raised left over that finally people had mercy on and ate.
I was so touched by the thought and effort John W. put in I took a number of pictures so I could post in case you are in as much disbelief as I was while shagging BP. Though I’m an insanely picky and healthy eater, as you can see I did indulge in one cinnamon cake donut as promised in honor of John.
Notice in the first picture (you can click on all of them to enlarge, btw) I couldn’t even fit all the boxes on the table. There’s 3 more dozen under the first box. On the right, you can see the donuts starting to disappear.
I posted my donut analyses at almost midnight on Friday night. By Sunday, that’s right, Sunday! (less than 48 hours later), at 2pm, there were 10 dozen donuts at my locker. These Harvard guys don’t mess around.
As the word spread about where the donuts came from, I have had a number of teammates request I begin writing blogs about TV’s and pool tables I think are appropriate for the clubhouse. If anyone wants to jump the gun and get a call on my blog, you can send all gifts to:
NWA Naturals c/o Chris Hayes 3000 S. 56th St. Springdale, AR 72762
Phew thank goodness the donut debacle is over….well, kind of. the harvard guys have taken over my blog and held it ransom until further research is done on the efficacy of the distribution in parctice. or so they claim on my comments (highest output of comments on any blog so far, so that’s a good sign i gues…i’m coming to get you Reed!) I have a hilarious twist in the donut story I can’t get into enough detail in a min, but expect more in the nex
i’m typing on msr. disco’s computer tonight because mine is already b[packed for the upcoming road trip. she has a mac, so this post will probably be cooler than the others and probably take some getting used to. at least if my experience is any indication of yours, that will be the case
we leave for midland and frisco tonight at 2am after outr game finished at 10. so tracy and i rushed home so i could get some non-bus-floor hours of sleep and now we are getting ready to head back to the field
You asked for http://mlblogs.mlblogs.com to post their rankings, and sure enough you got what you wanted…well to some extent. They posted and you did move up. But not all the way. 4th place is a nice jump, but still not to the top…your thoughts? Kiley R., Seattle, WA
First things first, thanks for noticing they posted the rankings and thanks for noticing I made the largest jump within the top 10 in recent memory. Or at least in my memory of how far I’ve jumped in the past because I don’t give a hoot how many spots the other contestants may or may not have jumped before.
When I saw my ranking in the 4 hole, I figured maybe this month they decided to make out a pseudo lineup. It would make sense having me hitting cleanup because I am the best blogger on the “team” and am most likely to hit one out of the park with any given post. Sorry Mr. Ethier, but I hope you enjoy facing pitchers from the windup cause I’m prone to hitting it “pa’ la calle” (a Spanish term for uber home runs that clear the stadium completely and end up “on the street”). Oh, and Bengie…you’re welcome for all the fastballs you’ll be seeing with me on deck.
Aww, who am I kidding? It’s a ranking system, not a lineup, and I’m fourth. I’m not the cleanup hitter; I’m an also-ran.
I still have three spots to climb, but I will make it to the top. Mlblogs makes some claim about rankings being based on page views during the given time frame. I’m gonna have to take down the top-ranked blogger each month, so today I’ll try to chip away at the current #1.
Reed Johnson (Cubs OF)- Reed Between the Lines
My Take: What lines, Reed? 5 posts for the entire month of May? Is that all you can muster? And this is our champion? I understand the gravitation pull the Cubs have in this universe (my wife and I live 6 blocks from Wrigley in the off-season, so trust me, I know first hand), but 5 posts puts him atop the leader board based on page visits? If Elvis Presley wrote 5 blogs this May, I’d be fine taking a back seat to him for a month based solely on the sheer accomplishment of writing 5 blogs post mortem, but this guy plays most of his games in the afternoon, allowing for ample time to write, AND is alive. I’m not impressed by any of this and don’t see why even Cubs fans would be.
My synopsis so you won’t have to visit: Most recent post entitled “Who’s the Lion?” has a 3 word question title which starts with “Who’s the” and yet has no reference to Tony Danza. If that’s not already in the bylaws as minus a thousand page visits, I’m nominating a new law stating exactly this. Reed’s main weapon for being interesting: he drops names like my boy (and fellow bullpen mate in NW Arkansas) Dan “Duce” Cevette drops records with Corleone Music Productions (two can play this game, Reed). Let’s see, what else is there in his blog? He plays for the Cubs. Like the actual Cubs, not in the minors. He wrote a blog about his facial hair. And how he cut it but it wasn’t out of slump-breaking desperation. He has been known to use an ellipsis in his blog titles which is a sign of weakness and perhaps a lack of trust-worthiness. What’s there to hide? I feel like we’re not getting the entire story here. Oh great, this just in. To spite me for being late on my Fan Mail Friday for the first time, Reed decides to go 3 for 3 with a homer, 2 RBI’s, a walk, and a stolen base on Saturday. Well, perfect, now I’ve lost everyone to go check out Reed’s blog…
Two questions: 1) What is the definition of “Awesome?” 2) Pirates or Ninjas? Richard D., Kansas City, KS
You’ve put me in a predicament, “Richard D.”. And it has to do with punctuation. You see, I was unsure where the first sentence in this response ended until I put quote marks and then another period after your name in quotes. A bit ambiguous, wouldn’t ya say? But in your question, you clearly ask me what the definition of “Awesome?” is. I scoured Webster’s finest works (poor Merriam, by the way, but that’s an entirely different topic) and have found no definitions that accounted for punctuation. If you were to ask me what “Awesome!” meant, I’d have a decent idea. But “Awesome?”? My mind is reeling a bit.
Richard, the best I think I can do for you is to answer your question with a scenario and hope it helps.
Two people are watching a VH1 reality show on a TV in a public area. Person 1 grimaces as a contestant who is looking for a chance at love begins to make out with a guy less famous than anyone my buddy Reed mentions in his blog (though just famous enough to be the “prize” of a reality show) only seconds after vomiting in the hot tub. Person 2 seizes the opportunity to pass gas. Person 1, still grimacing, begins to notice something is wrong not only with the reality show, but in the air in reality. Person 1 begins to say, “Oh my goodness. That is…” at the same time a third person is entering the room. Person 3 notices the TV and to his excitement finds said vomiter trying to share the acidity in her mouth with the D-lister who now wishes he hadn’t gone for the easy reality TV paycheck. Person 3, who happens to be addicted to bad reality TV, is excited the show is on and says, “Awesome!” Person 1, now confused and slightly offended, both olfactorily and socially, disgustedly turns to Person 3 and says, “Awesome?”
Ninjas. Until I finally get on Wheel of Fortune and win that Somalian Cruise I’ve been wanting to go on for years.
Could you explain to me the anatomy of the post-game celebratory high five. It seems to me that 2 lines somehow form in what appears to be in perfect conjunction with one another. Both lines dutifully high five one another while the pitcher inadvertently gets his butt slapped. What I don’t understand is who and how do the players decide to get in which line? What happens if you get in the wrong line, and are there any consequences? Aaron D., Kansas City, MO
Walk-off wins are the only wins that don’t have a prescribed choreography (I wanted to use the term “blocking” here instead but didn’t because I figured my fan-base didn’t overlap with theater fans…I’ve made myself laugh now in proofreading that I ironically settled on “choreography”). Walk-offs are also the wins that make relief pitchers feel really awkward. It’s getting off topic, but next time you get the opportunity to see a walk-off win, just watch the relievers and enjoy their awkwardness. They are way late to the party and don’t really know how much jumping is enough, yet not too much.
Back on topic. For all non-walk-offs, the pitcher and catcher will meet halfway between the mound and the plate and shake hands. The rest of the fielders who were in the game will congregate just behind second base and congratulate each other and make small talk and then form a line and begin walking towards the mound from second base. The pitcher and catcher will then walk towards the mound from home plate. The bench players will join behind the pitcher and catcher in walking away from home towards the mound in a line. As the two lines meet, the players will high five, knock knuckles, side bump, or execute a hand shake all their own. Once the line moving away from home gets to the end of the line moving towards home, they do an about-face and now become part
of the line moving towards home (think trumpet line in a marching band). The manager and a few of his coaches will stay at the foul line and await all the players to eventually make their way back towards the dugout. The fielders who started the line in from second base will make it to the manager first and then the rest will eventually fall in line.
“Inadvertent” butt slaps are a foreign concept to me as all butt slaps I have been a part of (both as slapper and slappee) have been executed knowingly. And consequences for entering the wrong line would probably be pretty severe from both your team and the winning team if you shook off the loss quickly enough to join the butt slap line of the team who just beat you.
Just wanted to let you know that now 3 times I tried to cut and paste this post into an e-mail to a friend so they could enter the strange, magical, wonderful world of Disco. Unfortunately, as I do a Ctrl-V into Microsoft Outlook, it has crashed my computer. I did figure out that by pasting into NotePad and THEN copying that and pasting into Outlook seems to work. Anyways, if you have some free time (and since you were a Comp Sci major), I was wondering if you would also be setting up a tech support e-mail for your blog as well. Tim K., Georgetown, MA
Tim, here at Disco Hayes Blog, INC, we very much appreciate your email and your allegiance to Disco’s blog. We understand you have a number of options (no matter how Tony Danza-free they may be) when choosing which mlblog to obsess over and we are glad you chose us. We apologize for the inconvenience this extra step may have caused you and we have gone ahead and created a tech support email address so if you have further problems with Disco’s blog, please send requests to techsupport@discohayes.com. We totally understand having to remember and type out “http://tinyurl.com/funniest-blog-ever” would be annoying, so now Disco has gone overseas and hired a team of recent grads in Bangladesh who will be awaiting your emails.
Happy memorial day to all. had a double header today and split. pitched 3 innings and it was ugly. was able to manage the damage, but i was all over the place. i had walked 1 guy unintentionally all year and today i walked 2. oh well, some days are like that.
brushed my teeth with sunglasses on today and it was a wonderful experience. if you ever get the chance, go for it, cause think about it you probably never have before. i don’t know
What pitches do you throw? At what speeds do you throw them? (I know you say you throw in the 70s, but does that mean you have a change up that’s in the 60s or even the 50s?) Which do you think is your best pitch? Adam S., Arlington, VA
I have 4 pitches: A Fastball, Slider, Change Up, and Rise Ball. My Fastball and my Rise Ball are the same velocity and any give day will vary from 74 to 79mph, the Slider is typically 61 to 65 mph. My Change Up is typically 70mph.
If you were wondering why I capitalized Fastball, Slider, Change Up, and Rise Ball I will now tell you. It is because they are all biblically good. You asked which one is my best pitch; I will give you some feedback and let you decide what you think. One National League GM I contacted the other day had this to say when asked about my Rise Ball. “His what? Never heard of that…No, well, no never heard of a Rise Ball OR capitalizing pitches.” He later added, “Or him [lowercase, of course].” An American League Assistant GM and director of player development had this to say about my Fastball. “Right now, and I’m not going with projection here, but right now as we speak his movement is as good as Chris Hayes’ in his prime and his command is up there with the likes of the Chris Hayeses in this game. His velocity has consistently been clocked in the top 12 on his current team’s pitching staff.”
Tough decision so far, huh? My Change Up requires an advanced degree in Physics to fully understand and I don’t have one of those, so I don’t even get it. My Slider breaks at such an angle that when it is viewed from a center field-mounted camera, it appears to not break at all and is often mistaken for a Change Up or a little leaguer throwing out the ceremonial first pitch. There it is. You have the facts, I’ll let you decide which one is best. I would guess I’ve throw 80% Fastballs so far this year. So if my actions speak to my favorite, you might have your answer there. My Fastball has top spin and therefore has a ton of sink, so it induces contact on the ground. In the occasion I need a strike out or a pop up, I will resort to my other Offerings more, but typically I’m looking for early weak contact on my Fastball.
It says in the Morning News this morning that you helped the Naturals out with a jam…what kind of jam was it? I like grape… Larry H., Bentonville, AR
Larry, I’m gonna have to join the grape train with you. I’d have to say it’s the best go-to flavor. There may be days where you just want that extra kick strawberry or raspberry can give you, but if I was on a “desserted” island, I would want it covered in grape.
That being said, unfortunately for me, the other night the Naturals were working on a Strawberry Rhubarb Jam and had it all wrong. Fortunately for them, I was able to come to the rescue and set things straight. My wife’s grandmother makes her own Strawberry Rhubarb Jam from scratch, so I was able to get a hold of her and get the recipe. I swear, it seemed like I left the room for all of 5 minutes and came back to find a absolute pectin catastrophe, but in the end I was able to save the day and make it all work out. I’m glad the Morning News is finally covering our team’s culinary exploits. We find it greatly improves our chemistry skills if we get together in the morning and work on making some type of bread adornment. Next week we are going to get into nut butters, so hopefully the paper keeps up the coverage.
I’m really glad you’re blogging. This is stellar writing. Did you study creative writing or journalism or some such? If you’re not already thinking about / writing a novel — or at least a few short stories — you really should. Not just flashes of brilliance — your long entries are well-crafted. Jonathan G., Cincinnati, OH
I’m really glad you’re reading. This is stellar judgment. Did you study literary criticism or theory or some such? If you’re not already thinking about / buying my novel – or at least a few short stories – you really should pre-order it. Not just flashes of good taste here – you’re long question is well-taken.
At Northwestern I was a computer science major, which made me part of the Tech Department, which meant it was against the rules for me to use a written word in any form in any of my assignments. I wrote hundreds of thousands of lines of computer code and designed my fair share of circuits and robotic cars. But the only writing I did was on proofs, theorems, and in solving differential equations and that was all in Greek letters.
My sister studied Creative Writing at Oberlin College which is one of the top Liberal Arts colleges in the country. She now works as an editor at a Nationally Published Research Journal. I stayed at a Holiday Inn Express last night. Or is it “an” Holiday Inn Express? Damn English. Got to go email my sis another question.
Going to Northwestern University a school with many current minor leagues do you still keep in touch with you former teammates such as George Kontos, Mark Ori, and J.A Happ? DaNilo, V., White Plains, NY
Happ is on TV and actually a few weeks ago was pitching when Rollins made a web gem on a slow roller. Baseball Tonight showed the #3 web gem of the night and I saw Happ pitching and thought it was going to be him making the play because he’s a ridiculous athlete, but alas, he wasn’t quick enough to get over to the ball. Maybe the WS ring slowed him down. I sent him a text giving him a hard time for not making the play and suggesting he finally take that thing off. If you’d like find out more about how Northwestern Grads are taking over professional baseball from the inside, check out this article Rany Jazayerli wrote about me this off season. It’s probably much funnier now that my reference is in blockbuster-hit-movie form instead of just a book like it was at the time of the article’s publication. Ironic, I know, but what can you say, Disco is way ahead of the times.
If you were knighted (like Sidney Ponson) would you make everyone call you Sir Disco Hayes? Tim R., Kansas City, MO
I’ve looked into this because I think it’s a great point you bring up. You’re right, it is only a matter of time before I am rightfully honored by a country, or a land, or by a people. Can you say “a people”? Yes, cause I just did. In my research, I looked into what is a proper way to address a Knight and found some interesting info. Much to my surprise, though, being a Knight really isn’t that cool (sorry Sir Sidney). There’s about 15 levels of cool in the Royal sense and Knight is scraping bottom. I mean, if becoming a Knight is really only one level cooler than being me right now, I could take it or leave it. If James Dean didn’t need to be Sir James, why would Disco need “Sir Disco”?
Here’s the breakdown in lessening order of royalty: Emperor, King, Prince, Duke, Baron, Marquess, Earl, Viscount
, Baronet, and last and least, Knight. Though Baronet probably sounds most dangerous and Marquess is the least known so perhaps has the highest level of intrigue (“His Marquessness Disco Hayes of Melbourne” has quite a ring to it), I think I’m looking at worst case scenario accepting Duke status. If Canada or Wales or somewhere comes calling and wants to Dukify me, I think I would say yes under the explicit condition Dick Vitale will not be doing color commentary on my life from that point forward.
When it’s all said and done, this all comes down to marketing and a Google search of “Sir Disco” reveals no results that would be able to hold a candle to me. To prepare for future world fame and royalty bestowed upon me, I also checked and “Lord Disco” and “His Disconess” are also relatively easy Google targets as well.
I hope things are going well with you. I recently came across this one minor league player’s blog and the thing is hilarious. Seriously it’s the funniest thing online right now. I know I’m prone for superlatives, but I beg you to read his blog. I check it every few days and he has a gem on there a few times per week. I value his blog very much. He probably spends a few hours per post refining his humor and wit to previously unseen levels. That being said, I do not value our friendship enough to take more than a few seconds to introduce the author or his blog to you. His bio (which he just updated as of 5/21/2009) can be found at: http://discohayes.mlblogs.com/about.html and the link to the actual blog where you can find his most recent blog posts is at: http://discohayes.mlblogs.com.
Though you may know me well enough to know that I spend hours a day at my desk doing nothing but playing TextTwist on Yahoo! Games, I’m going to go ahead and say I was too busy to send you any introduction of my own. We have become friends over the years because we share the same levels of apathy and general laziness, so, once you’ve read and become an obsessive follower of his blog and want to send it to your friends, I suggest you do the same as I have done here.
Disco actually wrote this email on his blog so that I wouldn’t have to write you anything at all. Just bookmark this link (http://discohayes.mlblogs.com/archives/2009/05/dear_your_name_here.html) I emailed to you. You know what, that’s too long. Just go ahead and use http://tinyurl.com/funniest-blog-ever as the link. All you have to do is enter a friend’s email address and then for the body of the email, it’s a simple Ctrl + C, Ctrl + V, and “Send” your way to sharing something brilliant in only 3 clicks. I used to actually write personalized emails to people about his blog, but this way is so, so much easier and allows for an even greater level of laziness.
Just 10 seconds ago I wanted to let you know about his blog, and all I had to do was write an email with no text, just “http://tinyurl.com/funniest-blog-ever” thanks to Disco. He is genius.
Sincerely, Your friend and Disco Fan [My name here]
So much to say, so little time….drug test today which is always fun. These guys meant business too. pants to the knees, shirt to the shoulders, nothing to hide. weeeee. literally, i guess. Then i got to pitch, which is always fun. and we won. after the game we celebrated by one of our players accepting a dare for $100. the dare was to put a wad of hair that had clogged in the shower drain in his mouth (and it was proposed while the wad was getting peed on). and then he
Ok, I played NCAA-D2 football and noticed that baseball players at our school always seemed to be “too cool” for us or not interested in being friendly to us football guys. Not that my feelings were hurt at all…but I was just curious if you had the same issues going through college, maybe this was a rivalry of some sort for some reason. I always thought they were jeoulous of our success and the press that we got. In college, did you ever have any issues as a baseball player with other sports? Justin T. Kansas City, MO
Our fencing team at Northwestern was outstanding. In fact, at the time I was at school, fencing was the only team sport which had won a national championship (our Girls Lacrosse team’s has dominated since my departure now that they can focus on Lacrosse and not ogling the one and only Disco). But man, those fencers were a real egotistical bunch back in my day. They were also the coolest of the cool. If you walked in to a campus party and the fencing team was there it was time to just turn around and walk out. Not only did you not stand a chance with any girls at the party, but if a fight broke out, you were screwed. I mean, as a pitcher, you can perhaps find a ball-shaped object and try to hit someone with it, but those fencers can kill you 6 ways with a pixie stick. And they knew it. They ruled campus at Northwestern. There was an aura about them that made you want to wear awkwardly crotched pants and be light on your toes, too. I tripped in the lunch line one day and a group of fencers hopped over me and effortlessly snagged a few heads of broccoli with their forks in one swoop like it was nothing. The grace and balance they exhibited! Ah, I have to admit I, myself, was…um jeoulous?
As if the social and dating scene wasn’t embarrassing enough, the editor for our school’s newspaper made sure to pick a crossword puzzle with the word EPEE in it every single day. It got to the point I wouldn’t even attempt the bottom left corner of the puzzle each day because I knew that stupid word would be there mocking me. I delayed my dabblings in sabermetrics for a while in college because I thought they were spelled starting with ‘sabre-‘ (aw, come on, foil would have been too easy to fit in to a sentence).
That being said, as a computer science major I didn’t run in to a whole lot of athletes during my daily schedule. I was no good at Counter Strike and was even worse at Pong so, Justin, I know what it’s like feeling like everyone else is “too cool”.
PS. Loved you on Saturday Night Live last weekend, JT. When’d you move to KC?
From It’s All Greek to Me–“My calves are really the one and only attribute of my body people might look at in a body catalog and want to order for themselves. My ankles are skinny and athletic-looking and my calves are well defined. Analysts typically wear long pants, so I’m still able to pull off the look without problems, but from the knee down I’m pretty proud of my body. On to examine the masterpiece … “
Well, can we see the goods? Liz G., Sucre, Bolivia
Do you have any pet peeves? Nancy, R. Luxembourg, Luxembourg
Thanks for asking this Nancy. I’m so glad you asked actually. There’s one pet peeve that was absolutely driving me nuts tonight. Ah, I’m so glad you asked. In fact, I’m so glad, I actually made you up and asked this question of myself in order to be able to vent about this on Fanmail Friday.
Shower Knob Syndrome (SKS) is an issue that has driven me nuts from the time I was old enough to shower on my own. The showers in the locker room at our home ballpark are the nicest looking showers in the league. The bathroom is completely automated and new and clean and big; the showers have nice pressure and are spacious and private. The entire facility is incredibly nice. But it means nothing to me because the shower knobs suffer from SKS.
In case you are unfamiliar, in order to explain SKS, I will provide a sample of what a typical showering experience for myself or any of my teammates on a given night goes like (try to stay calm ladies, we’re talking SKS here, this is serious). For this exercise, please keep in mind according to WikiAnswers.com, a comfortable showering temperature is 105 degrees.
Enter shower. Shower knob at 6:00 on a clock (pointing straight down), shower off. Turn knob counter clockwise up to 12:00, shower on, temperature near 130 degrees. Turn knob to 2:00, temperature 70 degrees. Knob to 1:00, temperature to 125. Knob 1:30, temperature 124. 2:00, 70 again. 1:50, 80–too cold. 1:40, 119–too hot. 1:45, 116–too hot. 1:50, 80 ice. 1:48, 98. 1:46, 114. Sigh disgustedly. 1:47, 99. Now we’re getting close. 1:46:20, 114. 1:46:50, 99. SOB. 1:46:30, 113. Debate going home sans shower, smelling like a ski lodge. 1:46:35, 112. Fingers getting pruny. 1:46:48, 101. 1:46:05, crap! 120 degrees. 1:46:44, 103. 1:46:42, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, finally 105.
And then…someone flushes the toilet. As you hear the first signs of the flush, your water immediately turns either to scalding or freezing and you have singed skin or body parts running for cover. Repeat process, this time with shampoo in your eyes.
So, yes, Nancy I do have a pet peeve and it’s stupid shower knobs that require such precise placement to get a comfortable shower. In the Olympics when the Chinese balance beam-er goes through her routine absolutely flawlessly with grace, athleticism and control and sticks the landing, she gets a 9.82 out of 10. Then the girl from Russia goes and falls off twice, cries for a stanza of her song, and then slowly slides off the beam one foot at a time and weeps at the judges, only to receive a 9.26 out of 10. Why have the scale theoretically go from 0 to 10 when you are only going to give people between a 9.2 and a 9.85 anyway? The shower knob is the same thing. If you’re going to have a knob that rotates 180 degrees, why make the desired temperature range one tenth of one percent of a degree. It’s probably more complicated than I’m making it and isn’t that easy of a fix, so Joe the Plumber, please write in and explain to me why. I haven’t seen you on TV for a while, you’re probably missing the lime light.
My son and I were big fans of yours in Burlington, Iowa. We loved to see you pitch and you always so kind and friendly to talk to. What are your favorite memories of pitching in Burlington and the Midwest League? Tom and Will, Burlington, IA
Hey Tom and Will, hope you guys enjoyed the championship run last year! For me, after two tours of duty in Burlington and countless bullpen shenanigans, this was tough to narrow down…
A personal favorite of mine, though, was when the team would rally and a sound effect of bees buzzing would play over the loud speakers (we were the Burlington Bees for those of you who aren’t die hard Midwest League fans). In the bullpen in 2006, w
e started to pretend like we were being swarmed by bees. The Bees (capital B) would hit a run scoring double, the sound effect would play and in the bullpen we would all take our hats off and start swatting and running around in the bullpen like idiots being chased by bees. The sound guy at the field must have started to notice and enjoy the ploy and over the course of the year it became a tradition. By the time 2007 rolled around, it was a hit with the fans, too. When we’d score a run or get the bases loaded, the sound would play and everyone would look down at the bullpen and have a laugh.
We eventually realized we had a captive audience when the sound would play (though only for 5 seconds or so) so we got the idea to, instead of waving our hats and acting like we were being swarmed, perform a short skit for the fans. In the bullpen you have an abundance of free time, so one day in the early innings we planned out all the skits for the late inning rallies. It was a crowded game, which made it a prime opportunity. The first time our team got some momentum at the plate, we lined up like a doubles tennis match and played a point using our hats as rackets. We had two ball boys and a line judge, it was beautiful. The second time it went off, we did a “team lift” where one of us bench pressed his hat, the other squatted his hat, the next one was doing curls with his hat and yet another was doing bent over rows. We did a conga line, ran sprints to the foul line and back to the bench twice, and then ended it with duck duck goose.
In hindsight it probably went completely unnoticed by the fans, but we were having a blast and were giggling like we were back in T-Ball. Can’t beat fun at the old ballpark, I guess.
Are you ever going to write about a trainer in your blog? You know that most trainers are the backbone of the team right? Plus we, I mean they, like some recognition every so often. Even if you never really need anything from them and were only around them for a few months. Carlos O, Tucumcari, NM
Hmmmm. Carlos O. I’m trying to think here, do I know you? Were we on a team together or something? You sound like a shortstop. Your English is a little broken too, that last sentence–er phrase–you sent needs a little work. But aside from your english, I don’t notice any typos, so you probably have great hands. You must be a short stop, but I can’t remember you for the life of me.
Oh wait, you did mentioned trainers. I think I remember now! You were my trainer. When I played in the Arizona Fall League. Yes, that’s it! The Arizona Fall League. The most prestigious winter league in all of professional baseball, I remember now. That league where each organization sends the best of it’s very best prospects. This last fall when I was selected by the Royals to play in the Arizona Fall League you were there as a trainer. Yes, I vaguely remember you in the clubhouse amongst the likes of Matt Wieters and, well, um, I’m sure there were a bunch of other great players there (did I mention it was the Arizona Fall League?), it’s just I can’t remember anyone other than Wieters right now. Well, other than myself, of course.
Yes. Carlos, I think I remember you now. Didn’t you offer to tape my ankle a bunch of times and then once I finally obliged (even though it didn’t hurt), you asked me to sign the scraps after I removed them? You said it was for some kid back home in Maine who loved Disco music. Was this all a ploy? It’s unraveling right before my eyes, just like that unnecessary tape did. It says here you’re from New Mexico. Do you realize how far that is from Maine? You probably sold that tape on eBay. And now you’re asking for a mention on my blog just for your 15 minutes of fame? Good luck. You might as well fly to Kansas City and try to track down ‘ole Timberlake from a few questions ago and try to mooch off his D2 football fame.
How bout this? Invent me a digital shower knob and you’ll be on my blog every night.
Alright, in all honesty I really don’t have anything funny to write about today (or last week for that matter) so I am just going to ramble for a bit and then take a poll.
I’ll give you an update to my last entry about how our plans always get ruined… Unfortunately no plans have been interrupted yet… but I HAVE made progress in getting more settled and I finished ironing all of the wrinkled clothes that were in our suitcases…. so hopefully soon we’ll be stressing out while trying to pack everything in a frenzy to head to Kansas City. Or Omaha. I guess we’ll take either.
You know how I mentioned Arkansas is located in tornado alley, right? Well, we’ve had a couple tornado watches and warnings already and I am unavoidably obsessed with tornado safety right now. Did you know you are NOT supposed to climb up into an overpass if a tornado is coming your way??? Apparently it creates more suction and can rip limbs off if you’re unlucky. And just so you know, if the tornado is completely unavoidable, lying in a ditch is your best bet because the wind velocity is closer to zero the lower to the ground you are. (So I’ve been reading, anyway).
If it’s not sunny (it hasn’t been since getting here), I am scouring the sky looking for funnel looking clouds and being heighteningly aware of any ditches in the surrounding areas. I know precisely where all good ditches are between our house and the field. I was in the mall last week when tornado sirens started going off and someone came over the loud speaker telling everyone to stay in the mall because a tornado like clouds with rotation were been spotted directly over us. Luckily, we didn’t spot one, but that same storm passing through MO sucked an older couple from their home and threw them in a field nearby! Oh… well, actually that was a different storm – the one where the Naturals had to evacuate their hotel rooms in Springfield because of a tornado two blocks away. Anyway, enough tornado obsessing and on to my poll.
Okay, here’s some info leading up to it – this Saturday, the NWA Naturals are opening the stadium up to the public as camping grounds for fans to stay over night. Families bring their tents and sleeping bags and after the game everyone runs on the field to secure their spots. Sounds like fun doesn’t it?
So, here’s my poll. Should Chris and I pitch a tent at Arvest Ballpark this Saturday night?
Now, here are some pros and cons.
Pros (Basically reasons I want to go):
1. This is a great opportunity to break Chris into camping while having the option to use modern facilities instead of a bush and without freezing or worrying about bears.
Chris has never been camping! EVER! He grew up in the city,
whereas I grew up in a small town and love camping. The only problem is
that it’s really only fun to camp when it’s nice weather, but Chris
works when it’s warm out and you’re not going to catch either of us
camping in Chicago November through January, that’s for sure.
2. The guys have an off-day on Sunday, so we don’t have to worry about rushing home just to get ready to come back to the field.
3. We’ll finally have the chance to do something fun besides go shopping with no money, playing Catan, or writing our books.
Cons (Chris’s reasoning):
1. He’s so famous that he’ll be signing autographs all night and not get to enjoy my company. (Solution: bring him a disguise. Seriously, no one is going to recognize him without his uniform on anyways, right??)
2. They’re probably going to kick everyone out at 8 o’clock in the morning, which will completely interrupt his nine hours of consistent sleep schedule. (Solution: Ask the grounds crew to allow Mr. & Mrs. Disco to sleep in until 10AM.)
3. He’s just so famous that kids are going to be knocking on our tent all night asking for autographs and we won’t get any sleep (also see #2).
Secretly I think he’s afraid to try something new, so I decided to put the poll out there to see what you guys think. (Maybe you’ll help my case of doing something fun for a change!)
So… camping or no camping? And give me some reasons.
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**** Update by the Mrs. – I definitely prefer a nice hotel room with air conditioning, a fancy shower head, and a comfortable bed any day… but when do you ever get the opportunity to camp in a baseball stadium?? So, it’s not like I’m saying let’s go rough it in monsoon like storms with grizzlies and monster sized bugs. I’m with the girlie girls who like their hotels… but if you were going to break your husband into camping, perhaps his only time to camp… EVER… you’d have to admit, this is a pretty easy time, wouldn’t you think? ****