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slate.com
craig hill, tacoma news tribune
art thiel, sportspress nw
In an unfinished 1997 TV pilot partly set at a bowling alley, I remarked that in baseball, a perfect game is when nothing happens; while in bowling, a perfect game is when everything happens.
What I didn’t say was that baseball’s “nothing” can be a thrilling, suspenseful, even joyous nothing.
Baseball, as the philosophers of the sport (and it’s the only U.S. sport that has philosophers) say, is the game where the defense controls the ball. It’s not based on metaphors of insemination, but on control vs. chaos. The star of any particular moment of any particular game is the pitcher, high on his dirt pedestal in the center of the field.
The fly-by-night fans root for lots of cheap home runs, for moments of high action.
The hardcore fans, though, they love the control. They love that near-oxymoron, a “pitchers’ duel.” (They never actually combat one another, and in the AL they’re never on the field at the same time.)
They love the intricacy of a pitcher’s “arsenal” of different styles of pitches. They love a pitcher who doesn’t just have speed and power, but also finesse and versatility and endurance.
Here, in what had previously turned out to be yet another Mariners season of futility (capped with the anticlimactic loss of Ichiro, the team’s only other superstar, to the damn Yankees), pitcher Felix Hernandez accomplished the sport’s rarest and most prized single-game feat.
He made history.
Heck, he even made Wikipedia.
And yes, the damn Yankees (or at least damn Yankee fans) now want him. Figures.
ted s. warren, ap via seattlepi.com
maisonceleste.wordpress.com
A wealthy young white man who refuses to, for one second, consider what it must be like to be a woman, or a minority, or a member of the lower class, or old. A man whose words mean less than nothing.
For reasons known only to the Gods, I not only didn’t read David Guterson’s novel Ed King (Oedipus as a Seattle software mogul!) when it came out, I also didn’t notice last November, when it won a British lit magazine’s annual Bad Sex In Fiction award. Don’t be as ignorant as I was—check out an excerpt from the “winning” scene.
Elsewhere in randomosity:
geneticist.tumblr.com
buzzfeed.com
Democrats are campaigning with a swagger, having fun. They know they’ve got the advantage.… We need to embrace reality and shove reality down the GOP’s throats. Because yeah, we are ahead, objectively so. We’re winning and we’ve got to own it. They can whine about biased polls and biased media and biased everything that doesn’t conform to their little Fox News bubble world, all the while we do the work necessary to seal the deal.
Let’s admit it, skepticism does have a way to make us feel intellectually superior to others. They are the ones believing in absurd notions like UFOs, ghosts, and the like! We are on the side of science and reason. Except when we aren’t, which ought to at least give us pause and enroll in the nearest hubris-reducing ten-step program.
nytimes.com via nytsyn.com
kiro-tv via missy chow
Another Seafair Sunday, Seattle’s own civic holiday, has come and gone.
And this one was a beautiful one.
Everything went as expected. Oberto won the race; but not without some thrills (and thankfully, no spills) along the way.
The weather was beautiful and scorchy.
The original piston-powered thunderboats made a spectacular cameo.
The only thing missing was the Unlimited Light fleet of smaller race boats. The UL circuit folded after last summer, sadly. Taking their place, we had tiny “Formula One” boats brought in. Fun but just not the same.
Let’s try to bring back the ULs in ’13. Seafair itself has had to be fiscally “saved” several times. If local sponsorship could be found for the big boats, it ought to be available for the middle-sized boats.
visual.ly
If you’re going art-crawling this next First Thursday, be sure to see a mini version of the digging machine that will create the Viaduct-replacement tunnel. Go see it even if you normally find such things to be, er, boring.
This is the UW’s Lander Hall dormitory, where thousands of students over the past four-plus decades have slept, drank, toked, screwed, and even studied. It’s being razed this summer so the U can build a new (though not necessarily less ugly) residence-hall complex. It was really time for the building to come down. So much so, that a big slab of a concrete wall cracked off during demolition last Saturday. It crashed down on the closed cab of the excavator machine. The operator is still in the hospital.