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  • Moneyball

    I have no idea why it took me so long to get around to reading “Moneyball” but I can thank Brad Pitt for giving me the motivation to finally do it.

    The movie version of the story, starring Pitt, came out a few weeks ago, so I wanted to seize the opportunity to get through the book first.  I’m not interested so much in the conventional exercise of just seeing how closely the movie follows the book.  Rather, I really want to see how the elements of this Michael Lewis story are adapted to film in comparison to his book “The Blind Side.”

    The movie that earned Sandra Bullock a Best Actress Oscar focused 90 percent on the non-football side of Lewis’ book about professional football player Michael Oher.  The book, which describes Oher being taken in by a family when he was in high school, focused more like 50 percent on the football part of his story.  Given that “Moneyball” is even more heavy on statistics and inside sports stuff, it will be interesting to see how that gets translated into a more traditional Hollywood movie.

    If you’re totally unfamiliar, “Moneyball” examines the Oakland Athletics in the early 2000s under General Manager Billy Beane.  With much less money available to run the team than many other organizations, Beane has to find a way to be successful and focuses on finding undervalued players in the baseball marketplace.  His approach is not about signing the latest high-price star to hit the market, but rather to find the guy who succeeds at things nobody else realizes are important to winning baseball games.

    The strategy not only helped the organization become surprisingly successful on the field, but engendered a passion among Oakland’s fan base to really support the team.

    “Win with nobodies and the fans showed up, and the nobodies became stars,” Lewis writes.  “Lose with stars and the fans stayed home, and the stars became nobodies.”

    When those stars reach the end of their contract and are in line for a big payday, Beane is more than happy to let them walk away.  All-stars Jason Giambi and Johnny Damon want to test the free agent market?  Fine.  Let Boston and New York overpay them.  Beane will find two guys who have a similar on-base percentage — the king of the hidden key stats — and go right on winning at a fraction of the cost.

    “The question was:  how did a baseball team find stars in the first place, and could it find new ones to replace the old ones it lost?” Lewis says.  “How fungible were baseball players?”

    Not only is that one of the key questions driving Beane’s mindset, but also includes a word, “fungible,” that I drop all the time, only to get strange looks from other people.  I can’t take any credit for knowing what it means, though.  That goes to a fantastic college professor who happened to say it among so many other memorable lines that my cohorts compiled a document of his sayings during our time in his classes.  (Highlights include:  “Have you ever gone to run for the phone and just went ‘that dog just won’t hunt?'” “Please rent out the cameras immediately if not sooner,” and, in reference to aliens, “I have a feeling the government really screwed the pooch on that one.”)

    Part of the book talks about the statistics revolution in baseball, the drive by people like Bill James to better quantify what is happening on the field.  These are people who set aside the traditional box score stats and began asking questions about how players are really succeeding and how much they are actually contributing to that success.

    One of the big examples is in fielding.  If you look at a box score, pretty much all you’ll see is errors, which James found to be a really crazy way of evaluating how good of a defender a player actually is.  So much of making an error is being near enough to the ball that the official scorer thinks you should have made the play.

    As James says, “The easiest way to not make an error was to be too slow to reach the ball in the first place.”

    Pitchers, too, have some very over-important stats.  The earned run average, for example, has so many factors that are beyond the pitcher’s control that to use it as a major barometer for determining future success is somewhat crazy too.  Sure, if you’re ERA is 17.50 that’s probably mostly your fault.  But it would be silly to rely solely on ERA to say that a pitcher who had a 3.75 season is so much better than one who had an ERA of 4.50 in the same year.

    Another guy named Voros McCracken worked to find more objective ways to value the work of pitchers.  Lewis writes that McCracken focused on looking at the number of walks and home runs a pitcher gives up, as well as the number of batters he strikes out, among a few other things.  These were the things a pitcher had more control over himself, and thus were more useful in determining how he may perform in the future.

    Of course, when you’re the one in an industry doing things very differently from those around you, it’s probably expected that they’ll be less than welcoming of your approach.  Especially in baseball, where tradition and attitudes of “the way it’s always been done” govern so much that goes on.  Beane challenged a lot of conventional wisdom, so much so that many of his long-time scouts left the organization rather than have him ignore theirs.

    “Baseball has structured itself less as a business than as a social club,” Lewis says.  “The greatest offense a Club member can commit is not ineptitude but disloyalty.”  Lewis mentions here former Yankees pitcher Jim Bouton, who essentially alienated himself from the baseball Club with his 1970 book “Ball Four.”  Bouton tells a lot of baseball’s secrets, and Lewis says that honesty got him “as good as banished from the Club” instead of a possible extended career in coaching or scouting.  (I highly recommend Bouton’s book for those haven’t read it.)

    And finally, because it’s something I find interesting and keeps popping up, Lewis writes about one A’s relief pitcher who battles with the idea that others are bound to figure out he’s not talented.  Chad Bradford is a good example of a Beane find — a pitcher with a crazy submarine motion that conventional wisdom didn’t value, never mind that what he was doing got batters out.  Bradford didn’t accurately value his talent either, but from what Lewis presents, that’s more because of the “imposter syndrome” I’ve mentioned before.

    “When it starts not going right, I think, ‘Oh my gosh, I hope I can keep foolin ’em.'” Bradford said.  “Then I start to ask, “How much longer can I keep foolin em?'”

    October 16, 2011 baseball books
  • Jersey, We Have a Situation

    Professional sports teams go through disappointing seasons where it’s clear something is wrong, but there aren’t obvious moves to fix the situation.  Sometimes the best answer from management is to get rid of some key players who have been around for a while and move in a different direction.

    It’s time for this to happen to “Jersey Shore.”

    Some would suggest we just get rid of the show entirely, but as I’ve written before, there’s some merit to having it around.  However, in its current state that argument is harder to sustain, and making some changes to the cast would go a long way toward removing some negative elements.

    The producers have at least hinted this may happen, though I don’t for a second believe the claim made in last night’s episode by Mike “The Situation” that he’s considering not returning for season five.  There’s only one episode left in this season, and I would be shocked if it didn’t end like all the others with everyone in the house hugging it out and proclaiming their latest stint together was the best time of their lives.

    And that’s unfortunate.  The Situation has to go.  He should also take Snooki and her BFF Deena with him.  The rest are fine, but these three have descended into a weird state of outrageous behavior this season that’s not healthy for them or anyone watching.  Something has gone seriously wrong when Sammi “Sweatheart” — an emotional, unstable wreck in previous seasons — stands out as the bastion of rationality and normal behavior in this house.

    From the beginning, The Situation has been about bravado and making everyone think he’s possesses irresistible charm on a level never seen in the history of man.  This worked for a while, particularly in the first season when nobody knew any better.  But now in season four, everyone has figured him out.  The confident persona is all about getting attention, and when things aren’t going his way in that department, he starts drama.

    It’s like he’s pathologically wired for destroying relationships, whether it’s the rare instance of Ron & Sammi actually getting along this season or his persistent efforts to ruin Snooki’s relationship with her boyfriend back home.  He even seemed to think it was funny when she got mad and threw a glass wine bottle at him.  The persona was entertaining for a while, but now it’s just kind of sad to watch, like he’s not even happy being there himself.

    It also seems like both he and Snooki are victims of the reality show world.  I don’t mean “victim” in that we should feel too sorry for them, but that their experience with getting super famous for being these characters only served to reinforce that that’s what people want to see.  When someone writes you a big check and invites you back for another season, it’s hard to think you should be doing anything differently.  For The Situation that has meant wearing out his welcome with everyone around him, but with Snooki, it’s more of a dangerous self-implosion.

    She walked into the house in season one with a similar projection of self-confidence, but quickly threatened to leave when she felt like none of her roommates liked her.  She ended up trying way too hard, and evolved into someone with a care-free attitude who doesn’t give a crap about what anyone else has to say.  Oh, and the drinking.  She’s drunk all the time — not just she had a few beers and is having a good time drunk, more like half the time she can’t walk straight or even sit on a chair without somehow falling on the ground.  For a while it’s kind of entertaining to watch, the kind of spectacle that makes you just shake your head and say “Wow, whaaaat is wrong with you?”  But when it happens episode after episode it becomes, “Wow, seriously, what is wrong with you?!”

    The drinking affects more than just her balance, leading to all sorts of self-destructive behavior.  That boyfriend she thinks is going to hate her because of what The Situation is saying?  She gets in a fight with him on the phone, then hooks up with one of the roommates, and she’s so drunk she doesn’t remember what happened the next day.  That leads to yet another series of arguments on the phone and begging the guy to stay with her because she needs him in her life.  It’s a wonder he doesn’t seem to find that sentiment to be mutual.  So for her sake, and for the sake of not promoting her issues as a way to fame and fortune (I’m all about the children, you know) it’s time for her to find a more positive occupation.  Yes, America has loved Snooki, and thus helped create this monster, but we need to let her go.

    She can take her friend Deena, too.  Deena is the newest cast member, but all she does is enable Snooki’s behavior and serve as a fill-in for Sammi’s former role as the girl in the house who can turn any slight into an argument and subsequent crying session.  She carries Snooki’s same coating of not caring what everyone else thinks, but is so deeply affected by the opinions and actions of the other roommates that everything sets her off.

    With those three out of the house for the next season, we would need replacements.  MTV obviously has an entire crew of people who scour the country for those interested in being on these shows so I’m not worried about finding willing participants.  The new members would bring an infusion of new life, and give us not only new personalities to examine but also reveal new things about the old cast members we think we know and love.

    What we need is Vinny and Pauly D continuing to do Vinny and Pauly D things, and for Ron and Sammi to continue their progression into seemingly normal human beings instead of their former roles as polar opposite fighting machines sent to this planet to destroy each other.  In fact, Sammi has been so normal this season I actually picked her the other day when a friend demanded I answer “If you HAD to date one of the girls, who would it be?”  Before this season, my answer would have been more like, “NONE OF THEM. Are you crazy?!”

    As for JWoww, well, let’s just say she’s on the trading block if next season doesn’t start so well and we need to make another change.

    October 14, 2011 Uncategorized
  • Pizza Hut and the (Re)Quest for the Pepperoni Smiley

    A few months ago I asked Pizza Hut to place the pepperonis in the shape of a smiley face.

    It wasn’t a totally random request, since they have a box on the online order form that specifically asks if you want anything special: “Want your pizza cut into squares?  Have another request? Let us know.”

    I could hardly contain my excitement when I picked up the pizza and brought it out to my car, but disappointment instantly set in when I opened the box and saw no smiley.  I posted about it on Facebook and learned I was not alone.  My friend Holly said she once requested they cut her pizza into rhombi, but Pizza Hut just called and said they could deliver it uncut so she could cut it herself.

    Yesterday, I tried again.  I was talking to AV when placing my order and she suggested I throw in a bit of trickery to try to influence the process.  “Say it’s your 5-year-old’s birthday,” she said.  “Maybe that will tug at their heartstrings.”

    The only problem with the request section of the form is that it only allows you 28 characters to work with.  The word “pepperoni” is so long that you’re really limited in saying much else, but this is what I came up with:

    I mean, come on, it’s for a kid!  How could you ignore that?  When I picked up the pizza, the guy behind the counter seemed extra happy about the process.  Granted, I’ve never met this guy before so it’s possible he’s like that all the time, but I want to think my order had something to do with it.  Unfortunately, there was nothing special about the pepperoni placement, but at least they got the spirit right:

    I still want to find a place that will follow through on the pizza itself.  Let me know if you have any luck.

    October 9, 2011 food Uncategorized
  • Leviathan

    After reading a few books that were far too close in tone to the project I’m working on, thankfully I stumbled into one that is unlike any I’ve read in a long time.

    That’s not to say I didn’t enjoy “Major Pettigrew’s Last Stand” or “High Fidelity,” they just muddled my thoughts a bit and complicated what I was doing.  Enter “Leviathan,” the third book I’ve read by the underrated Paul Auster.

    It follows the usually enjoyable setup of “I’m telling you something about the end of this saga, but in order to understand the situation fully, let me now start at the beginning.”  The narrator learns that a man has blown himself up in northern Wisconsin, and after reading about it in the newspaper and getting a call from the FBI, he figures it is his friend.  He then tells the story of how they each made it to that point, a story of interwoven decisions and fates that build on one another until the final outcome is like two locomotives speeding toward one another.

    Auster’s style, unlike that of say, Nick Hornby, relies much less on long stretches of quoted interactions.  If you’re not looking for it, it’s easy to miss, but I found myself at various times looking back and finding stretches of pages without a single piece of dialogue.  Just shows there are lots of ways to tell a story.

    The man who blows himself up is a writer named Sachs, whose brain is always running with whatever he is working on consuming his thoughts.  The narrator describes him by saying, “The wall between work and idleness had crumbled to such a degree for him that he scarcely noticed it was there.  This helped him as a writer, I think, since his best ideas seemed to come to him when he was away from his desk.”

    I can’t even remotely tell you how many blog posts can be directly attributed to that notion.  I never sit down and say, “OK, let’s post something.”  Often what happens is I’ll wake up at some ridiculous hour thinking about something random, and know that I’ll continue thinking about it until I just bite the bullet and get up to write it all down.  Of course, then getting back to sleep afterward is a different challenge.

    Sachs also deals with struggles that a lot of creative people go through with uncertainty about accurately evaluating their own work.  Author Bill Carter talked about this “imposter syndrome” in his book “The War for Latenight” – the feeling that no matter how good you are, someone’s going to eventually expose that you’re not.  In Sachs’ case, he asks the narrator to read the first third of a novel he is working on:

    “I’ve reached a stage where I don’t know what I’m doing anymore,” he said.  “I can’t tell if it’s good or bad.  I can’t tell if it’s the best thing I’ve ever done or a pile of garbage.”

    Part of my lack of posts lately has been due to hitting this point with my own work.  I know I’ve said about 37 times that I’m going to do a proper update on what’s been going on, but I really do intend (possibly in the next week or so) to follow through on that.  Thankfully I feel like I’m through a really rough patch, thanks to consultant/editor/consigliere AV’s push, echoed by the narrator in this story, to “just keep writing.”

    For anyone who insists that growing a beard is a good idea, I’m going to use Sachs’ wisdom as my excuse for not letting it grow.  After spending some time in the hospital, he rocks a beard for a while before snapping out of that phase for the sake of the country:

    “He wanted to do his bit for capitalism.  By shaving three or four times a week, he would be helping keep the razorblade companies in business, which meant that he would be contributing to the good of the American economy, to the health and prosperity of all.”

    So remember that next time you suggest I let the beard grow.  As much as I enjoy ditching the beard, I get even greater satisfaction out of seeing random references I understand from having read other books.  In this case my knowledge was thanks to Ralph Keyes and his book “I Love it When You Talk Retro.”  It’s only because of him that this made any sense:

    “You always dressed me up when we went out, and I hated it.  I felt like a sissy in those clothes, a Fauntleroy in full regalia.”

    Fauntleroy, Keyes writes, is Little Lord Fauntleroy, who first appeared in literary works in 1886.  “As much as the text itself, detailed drawings of Little Lord Fauntleroy in a dark velvet suit with a scalloped white collar created an indelible image of this idealized child.  They inspired a type of formal (some would say prissy) boys’ wear.”

    And I don’t have anything else to add to this, but I loved this quote too much not to share.  It’s from Sachs’ wife, Fanny:

    “You don’t want to get stuck in the past.  Life is too interesting for that.

    October 8, 2011 books Uncategorized
  • What You’re Looking For

    If you’re looking for a can’t-miss business idea, I can assure you there’s money in the custom ping pong paddle industry.  Seriously.

    The most common search term that lands people here continues to involve homemade paddles, with “China home made ping pong paddles” and “sweet paint jobs for a paddle” showing up this month.  Though, actually, that last one may be related to something else entirely that maybe we should ignore.

    I’m not sure how to monetize that — maybe do-it-yourself kits, mall kiosks offering custom paint jobs — but there’s money there for sure.

    For anyone who still doesn’t agree with my method for making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, at least I include the peanut butter part.  Someone ended up at that post recently after Googling “Jelly on bread.”  Sounds delicious.

    One of the cool things about the service I use to see this info is that it will (sometimes) tell you where your site ranked in the search results.  Even better is seeing how ridiculously patient some people are when browsing those results.

    Take this recent example.  Someone in India searched “Gutters cleaning service,” which after 197 other results listed my post about the epidemic of gutter-cleaning peeps leaving flyers stuck in our front door.  For the record, we still aren’t interested.  If the Google page shows 10 results at a time, that means they browsed through nearly 20 pages of other options before reading my post.  And even then, it could in no way have had anything to do with what they were actually looking for.

    Those are my favorite outcomes, when what I wrote has absolutely no bearing on what the person was trying to find out.  Someone once searched something like “what aisle silly bandz target” and ended up at a post describing these awesome marshmallows I found at Target and a completely unrelated anecdote that mentioned Silly Bandz.

    Thanks to another search a few weeks ago, I now know that Googling “tweety tat” brings up one of my posts as the fifth result.  It has nothing to do with Tweety Bird or tattoos, of course.  Just me talking about my Twitter habits.

    There was one search in the past month that did really make me curious about the searcher.  They said, “Why not live it up take the risk,” and landed on this post from 2007.  I was writing about the movie 10 mph, which tells the story of a team of people who were unsatisfied with their lives, quit their jobs and pursued a project of riding Segways across the country.

    I wrote it the day after I quit a job that was sucking the life out of me and daily worsening a sense of personal disappointment.  Whether that somehow drew me to this movie, or if it just happened to come to me at a time it would really speak to me, it did help to put some things in perspective.

    I hope in this one case the searcher found what they were looking for.

    I’m glad to see that some people have also started making use of the buttons on the bottom of each post that allow you to easily share something you like.   If there’s one thing people love to do these days, it’s sharing links, and the buttons make it easy to email, post on Twitter and Facebook, or for the really cool kids, +1 it on Google.

    As always, thanks for reading.

    October 6, 2011 blog stats Uncategorized
  • Ideas Lost

    The death of anyone represents unrealized potential, the loss of what could have been with another minute, year or decade of life.

    With the passing of Steve Jobs, the world paused to remember a man who changed a lot about the way we create, share and experience the world ours has become.  He led a company that revolutionized whole lines of products that now seem essential in our lives.  Now the question will always be, “What else would he have done?”

    His lost legacy is not unique.  You can ask that question about anyone.  A loss of life is the loss of inventions, books, works of art, ideas and experiences.  With each one, the world — in ways however grand or minute — will never be the same.

    A few years ago I read a book that remains one of my favorites.  It was recommended to me by a friend, written by an author I had never heard of.  The story is one I connected with from the first page, with an unforgettably unique protagonist — the kind of experience that left me wanting to read everything he had ever written.  Sadly, there wasn’t much else. 

    The book was “A Confederacy of Dunces,” which earned author John Kennedy Toole the Pulitzer Prize in fiction.  But under the weight of depression he killed himself, and it was only after his death that “Dunces” and another book he wrote at age 16 were published.  It’s a shame the untold stories in his head were lost before they were told.

    So to the creators, the storytellers, the visionaries and anyone with ideas kept private because they seemed silly or unimportant — please share them.  The world wants to know.

    October 6, 2011 Uncategorized
  • Nats a Wrap

    The Washington Nationals may be a few games under .500, but in the 14 times I went to Nats Park this year they went 8-6.  Clearly I’m a good person to have around.

    The last visit of the season was yesterday, a 4-1 win over the Atlanta Braves in which I saw pitcher Chien-Ming Wang get his first Major League hit.

    That was a milestone I actually saw three times this year in what was an eventful and extraordinarily fun season at the ballpark.  The most incredible moment by far was rookie pitcher Tom Milone belting a 3-run homer on the very first pitch of his first Major League at-bat — the eighth pitcher to ever do that.  In case that game needed a little more drama, Nats star Ryan Zimmerman won it in the bottom of the ninth inning with a walk-off single.  A post-game concert by one of my favorite bands, Lifehouse, was icing on the cake.

    Late-game heroics were a common thread all season, as we watched Zimmerman end a game last month against the hated Philadelphia Phillies with a walk-off grand slam.  Michael Morse finished off our May 27 evening at the park with a walk-off home run as well — that’s three of our 14 games ending in walk-off wins.

    That doesn’t count June 14, when the Nationals trailed 6-2 heading into the bottom of the seventh inning.  Even with three more at-bats, it seemed like the Nats had no chance.  But they responded with six runs in the inning, scoring on a wild pitch to tie the game, and getting the eventual winning run when the Cardinals pitcher hit the Nationals batter with the bases loaded.

    In July, the Nats scored a winning run against the Cubs on a late suicide squeeze play, which I unfortunately missed because I had to leave the game early to make it into work.

    At another of our games, an opposing player hit a home run into the left field stands.  The fan who caught it threw it back onto the field — an impressive toss that made it all the way back to the infield.  Unfortunately for him, security was not as enthused and kicked him out.

    Our second-to-last game had a few quirks, going 13 innings, and featuring both two ceremonial first pitches and two between-inning races between the president mascots.  Those mascot races this year also gave me the opportunity to see Teddy Roosevelt be tackled by a monkey and a leprechaun, and for human Jayson Werth to grab a win himself.

    I can definitively say it was a very unmemorable year for pitcher John Lannan.  Except for opening day, I did not remember him starting a single one of our other games.  Well, apparently there were three others.  Better luck next year, John.

    Here’s to 2012.

    September 26, 2011 baseball Uncategorized
  • Salt on the Side

    While many fast food places are really particular about giving out extras like forks or ketchup, McDonald’s is apparently very conscious about salt.

    Before today I would have offered up their fries as an example that they are in no way concerned about the amount of salt they hand through the drive-thru window, but that was then.  Now I know better.

    As I counted down the seconds remaining until my weekend this morning at work, all I could think about was how hungry I was and how much I wanted to solve that problem by downing a couple of Egg McMuffins.  This is actually a very convenient thought to have at such a time since there’s a McDonald’s on my way home.

    I pulled into the drive-thru, ordered my two Egg McMuffins and nothing more.  After paying at the first window, the nice woman inside handed me back my credit card and receipt, which looks like this:

    I don’t remember ordering the salt packet, but I’m glad they are so concerned about inventory that their computer system actually has an entry for “Salt Packet.”  And that it has no cost.

    When I got home and opened the bag, I found two Egg McMuffins, and three napkins (why aren’t they are the receipt?), but no salt.  Maybe I should go back and get a refund.

    September 22, 2011 food McDonald's Uncategorized
  • Strasmas

    Last year I saw Nationals pitcher Stephen Strasburg strike out 10 batters in his electrifying second start as a major league pitcher.

    Then he hurt his elbow, had surgery and spent months outside of my baseball-watching world.  Until last night.


    Strasburg walks to the dugout after pre-game warmups

    I had a ticket to check out his previous start, which happened to fall on a workday and during a week in which it rained constantly in the Washington, D.C., area.  I figured there was no way they would actually play the game, and decided to grab a few more hours of sleep before my overnight shift instead.  They played.

    The next night was one of the games in our 14-game ticket package.  It rained, but we made the effort to go into the city determined to watch the game, which of course was canceled before we even made it to the stadium.  Fortunately though, we were able to trade those tickets in for any future game and ended up with a Strasburg start.

    Our normal seats are down the third base line, so it was extra fortuitous that the replacement tickets just happened to put us right next to where Strasburg was warming up before the game.  Here’s that, plus what he does best — striking people out to end innings:

    He ended up pitching six innings, allowing one earned run on four hits and striking out three.

    The Nats lost the game in 13 innings, but I was able to see a few interesting things along the way that had nothing to do with the game.  First, there were two ceremonial first pitches.  I didn’t know that was technically possible.  In the bottom of the 12th inning, the remaining fans mounted an impressively long version of the wave that seemed to grow stronger and stronger each time it went around the stadium.  That is, until Jayson Werth struck out looking, immediately everyone so much there was no will to continue.

    There was also the unprecedented second running of the Presidents Race, which typically happens in the middle of the fourth inning.  But with the game stretching deep into the night (actually it was pretty quick for a 13-inning game), the presidents made it out for a second run.  I took video of the first one, which will surely satisfy your lifelong desire to see a leprechaun tackle Teddy Roosevelt:

    If you are into such things there is a blog devoted entirely to the Presidents Race.  And yes, I’m jealous I am not responsible for it.

    September 18, 2011 baseball Uncategorized video
  • Lifehouse In The Nats’ House

    [Lots of people ending up here from Google searches — 2012 NatsLive info here]

    Last night I had one of the best baseball game experiences of my life.

    It started with a rookie pitcher who in his first Major League start threw two no-hit innings, then hit a 3-run HR in first first at-bat. On the very first pitch he saw. Which I (sort of) predicted:

    Bro: “Oh the pitcher’s up.”
    Me: “We haven’t seen him hit, he might be good.”
    Bro: “True…”
    Me: “If I see a pitcher homer in his first big league at-bat I’m never coming to a game again. I’ll never see anything better than that.”

    I guess predicting the future happens to be in our genes. Late in the game, with the Nationals trailing by two runs, my brother said Ryan Zimmerman would hit a walk-off home run. He later amended that to just a walk-off hit.

    Ninth inning. Bases loaded. Ryan Zimmerman hits a single. Two runs score. Nationals win.

    The game itself would have been high on the list of great experiences, but these tickets we bought back in March just happened to fall on a day when the Nats were having a post-game concert featuring Lifehouse.

    That would be Lifehouse, one of my favorite bands. (Yeah yeah, not a universally accepted choice, but I like them, so whatevs.) They’re best known for their hit song “Hanging By A Moment,” which came out when I was a senior in high school:

    When I heard they were playing after the game I figured they might do four or five songs, but they ended up playing 12 in all. I was slightly disappointed they didn’t hit my favorite one, but I’m not about to argue about a free concert. One of the big worries about hearing a band you like play in person for the first time is the fear that they will be terrible live, but fortunately I thought Lifehouse was fantastic last night.

    Here’s a medley of the show (minus “Nerve Damage” which I failed to record at all):

    For people who care about such things, the set list was:

    -All In
    -Spin (which I used in a montage in my documentary)
    -Nerve Damage
    -You and Me
    -Whatever It Takes
    -Wrecking Ball
    -Beast of Burden (Rolling Stones cover)
    -Falling In
    -Hanging By A Moment
    -Halfway Gone
    -First Time
    -Broken

    September 4, 2011 baseball music Uncategorized video
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