Joe Hillshoist wrote:Thats actually a fascinating observation Jack. Kind of like a map and territory thing, tho perhaps the only thing missing is the feeling of tension, or lack of it.
Well, you're not into it.
There is enormous tension once you know the game. Every situation in every inning can mean the win, though this only becomes obvious in the late innings. To succeed players have to be fanatical on every play. The other famous aspect I didn't mention is the game's measure of time, not continuously on a clock, but discretely in outs and innings. It really never is over until the final play. The comebacks in baseball are impossible in any other sport that I know of, certainly in any with a clock. This is also true of the season, since there are 162 games in the major leagues. So a 10-game deficit can still be overcome even with a month or two (out of six) to go. One man on a sudden hot streak can turn around a whole team. This allows a lot of space for hope and delusion in the fan. Despite the unusual number of spectacular comebacks, for every comeback story there are a great many more close calls. The elimination and championship structure is still such that hope is crushed 29 times out of 30, statistically speaking. If a 10-game deficit can be overcome, then that also means a dominant team can collapse just as spectacularly. There is a legend of long-term suffering attached to pretty much every team except the Yankees, Cardinals and Marlins. (Maybe the Dodgers, since they've been in LA.) The devotee of any of the other 27 teams can tell you a highly particular story of memorable failure, outrageous moments of fate and how each of them acquired a fatalist worldview; although fans of the Cubs, Red Sox, Phillies, Indians, old Brooklyn Dodgers and Mets are in a special league of pain.
There was a funny movie about this called Game Six, written by Don DeLillo with Robert Downey and Michael Keaton.
Nah, who am I kidding, still are. 1986 will never die, not for me.
Even the most cinematic comeback miracle ever
can't change us.
We love complaining more than rejoicing...well, not quite...but...well...
Winning felt a little weird
, losing is comfortable, losing is...home.
There was also a certain pride, in having endured so many epic
But if a Red Sox fan can't derive a newfound eternal optimism from the immortal 2004 season...
Well, serves him or her right.
Love your posts in this thread, Jack.
Also love the Randy Johnson dove, the Doc LSD no-hitter, all knuckleballers but especially Dickey
(someday there will be a female MLB pitcher, and she'll be a knuckleballer, maybe submariner to boot.) Also loooove the argument for untimed sports' aesthetic superiority, bks, and Kretchmar whoever you are. And this made me choke with envy:
My part-time job has me working every home game for our local MLB team, part of my job is to actually watch the game so I'm seeing a ton of baseball these days. Frankly I'm not much of a fan, but you can't spend that much time watching something without getting into it at least a little. Classic case of cognitive dissonance... I just really hate all the pitching shenanigans some of the teams play (cough*Rays*cough), enough with the mound meetings and stall tactics and play the damn game. Old time baseball!
So, I'll just block that out and return to that awesome gif of Dickey.
Six Hits of Sunshine wrote:
And now for your consideration: a Dickey knuckleball in slow mo...like a leaf dancing in the wind...
(I was part of what I think was -- and probably still is -- the most exhaustively-realistic fantasy baseball league known to man. All teams -- except the fucking Yankees and the Cardinals, whose rosters were dispersed to lubricate transactionality -- with entire rosters, scored by a select set of sabermetric stats. I was the Rays. In 2006. I wound up dabbling in acquiring fetishes and indulging in prejudices, like, I hoarded every known knuckleballer in the majors and minors. Yes, there was/is a 100% complete minors. 2006 was a good year to have the Rays prospect-wise. And the rules...so complex and real that the league probably would serve as good practice for prospective GM's. Seriously. The Wood, the Abad, and the Uggla. WAU. How I miss thee.)
Should be an interesting season, for us in Boston. No expectations. I like it.