Speaking of Bad Catholics

Interesting music and pics of Babe Ruth. I like the clip of him just stepping in the box and hitting, just like it is pure sport. The ball is thrown to you and you hit it. Ichiro used to give that same sandlot vibe.

Music similar to this, which has a bit of a Bilderberg riff as well. Speaking of the American League. That the Designated Hitter rule is a Bilderberg conspiracy is a well-known fact.

The Liverpooligans vs. The Bilderburg Bluebloods

In the US, however, spectator sports were organized from the top of society down, which has largely kept them from being a vehicle for mass populism. For example, American football evolved among rivalries between universities with national pretensions: Harvard v. Yale, Army v. Navy, and Notre Dame v. USC.

Similarly, professional sports in the US always had a strongly corporate, upper-middle-class air. For instance, the most celebrated game in professional football history, Broadway Joe Namath’s New York Jets’ victory over the Baltimore Colts in the 1969 Super Bowl, was a victory for the national media’s home team.

In the 1890s, baseball’s sole major league, the National League, was being taken over by Irish brawlers such as the crafty John McGraw of the Baltimore Orioles. Thus, ballparks attracted a lower class of fan. In 1901 entrepreneur Ban Johnson founded the rival American League to provide a more honest and gentlemanly version of the game that would appeal to WASP and German-American families. Johnson’s league has remained dominant for most of the last eleven decades.

In contrast, European soccer clubs mostly emerged from their indigenous communities. European soccer teams sponsored local youth leagues that served as feeder systems for talent. American college basketball coaches, though, are lauded not for their training, but for scouring distant slums to recruit genetically gifted one-and-done stars.

 

Vanity, thy name is…

Not quite this anymore….

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….thanks to the newest Korrektivkind:

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Claudia Maureen. 9 lbs. 6 oz. 20 3/4 inches. Feb. 9. (4:50 a.m. (that’s right, A.M.)

Which for those with Irish Alzheimer’s (you forget everything but the grudges) means mnemonically that 2 had 9 on 2/9…

baseball-diamond

So, I might be looking for a new set of plates but then again I might not… You see, 9-9 just doesn’t have the same ring to it.

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JOB

“How my friend Maria joined the Sacred Order of the Very 1970s Catholic Social Apocalypse/Baseball Novel.”

The Awl discovers Catholic end-times literature.

The King Applies Another Korrektiv

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27 Up, 27 Down

This is well worth a gander, even for Mets fans. Felix is the kind of person you can really be happy for; totally classy through and through.

It was a beautiful day in Seattle yesterday and you’ll also notice in the video what a lovely stadium is Safeco Field. Maybe we can convene a conference there sometime. Good Mexican Sandwiches.

Perfect!!!

King Felix.

The Boys of Summer: Kenya Edition

I should probably save this for October (or are they playing it in December these days; I haven’t been keeping up…) when World Series fever (low-grade these days) hits the country again. But these boys of summer seem to be having too much fun reenacting this fateful series of moments leading up to the mind-numbing boner made by the boy of summer pictured above, an experience which I can’t imagine having been much fun at all.

 

The Girls of Summer (For Webb)

The Boy of Summer

We summer boys in this four-winded spinning,
Green of the seaweed’s iron,
Hold up the noisy sea and drop her birds,
Pick the world’s ball of wave and froth
To choke the deserts with her tides,
And comb the county gardens for a wreath. – Dylan Thomas “I See the Boys of Summer”

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