Stirrups, saggy pants, eye black: There hasn’t been much worth borrowing, stylewise, from America’s pastime. Until now. Fashion’s heavy hitters have stolen the classic baseball jacket from the diamond and redesigned it for the street. So we asked six of the game’s brightest all-stars to show you how to swing it.
Someone is gonna wise up and open up an independent, competing Baseball Museum that’s located somewhere convenient and includes EVERYONE. No judgments. No morality plays. Just the history of the sport as it ought to be told, without Joe Asshole walking around bitching that his favorite Texas Ranger didn’t make the cut. That’s a Hall of Fame I’d visit.
Drew Magary, Make it Stop: Baseball Hall of Fame Edition
As the Brad Pitt movie version arrives in theaters, GQ contributor and Deadspin gumshoe extraordinaire Tommy Craggs explains why Michael Lewis’s bestseller is the most misread sports book in a generation. A sample below. Read the full case here.
Let’s get this out of the way quickly: Moneyball was not a book about nerds and statistics and butterball catchers who do nothing but walk—not really. It was a book about the temporarily misperceived value of nerds and statistics and butterball catchers who do nothing but walk and, above all, about how to profit off that misperception. Which is to say that, at bottom, Moneyball was a book about a charismatic visionary (Oakland Athletics general manager Billy Beane) who achieved success by exploiting market inefficiencies. This is a conceit known as Every Business Book Ever. The guy sitting next to you on an airplane is reading a book like that. Malcolm Gladwell farts books like that. Moneyball told a simple story and told it wonderfully, but baseball being what it is—a game so thoroughly wrapped in its own bullshit that you’d need a grand jury to find its soul—the book was received as heresy.
For the past 25 summers, I’ve played some form of baseball. And while the balls and bats changed from t-ball to baseball to beer-league softball, with the occasional game of wiffle ball in between, I’ve been using the same glove (or mitt) since I was 13…and it was beginning to show. My reliable USA-made Rawlings “Gold Glove Series” Pro 1000-H infielder’s glove, was in tatters. But instead of tossing it out this season, in favor of a newer, fancier model (with a tacky velcro strap!), I decided to have it restored.
Blah blah blah blah rain blah blah blah Niese blah blah Astros blah blah Mets got spanked. Blah blah, 6-1.
Manny Ramirez and his brief time with the Rays
In an article on FanGraphs, Jonah Keri mentioned that Manny played for the Tampa Bay Rays for “about 10 minutes.” I figured it’d be easy enough to come up with a more accurate number, so spent a couple of hours watching his at-bats on the MLB.tv archives. And I cobbled together a chart.
This is pretty ingenious. Correct answer, according to Craig Robinson: Manny Ramirez played for the Tampa Bay Rays for approximately 22 minutes. Robinson’s calculation even includes the time Ramirez spent “running to first” base. Ha. Running. That’s funny.