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Now that we're venturing into the top 100 of this list, we take a look at the 10 posts that will kick it off. Let's take a look at #100 - 91, after the jump...
I'm sure you guys would be thrilled to see a Braves fan jump in on this, but I do love me some...
I'm sure you guys would be thrilled to see a Braves fan jump in on this, but I do love me some Photoshopping.
Every time I saw pictures of Dickey's RAAGH face, for some reason it reminded me of Sloth from the Goonies. And such is the ensuing snowball effect. Much like the Goonies, R.A. Dickey's career never once said die, because Goonies never say die.
Full size image here.
Mmmmmmmmm, bundt cake... Edit (for those who may not get the joke): What goes on inside...
Mmmmmmmmm, bundt cake...
Edit (for those who may not get the joke): What goes on inside Jerry Manuel's head, Homer Simpson style.
Sabermetrics: A Preface
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Baseball, happily, is a game of numbers, mainly 1, 2, 3, and 9. It isn't football; it isn't soccer. That is, it isn't a game where men run every which way doing all kinds of things. It involves intelligible, swift plays and it leaves breathing space between them. For this reason, what happens on the diamond can be made into numbers, which tug on our imagination.
True, there is not much numerical about the swing of a bat or a diving stop. That stuff is the heart of baseball. But where would this athleticism lead without a 1st base, or a 2nd, or a 3rd? It would be stuck in a confused field house, where there are no three outs, no nine batters each in his slot, and no way to build up and organize our passions into a contest of nine numbered innings. This stuff is baseball's whole nervous system.
The Mets' real problem.
The Mets' real problem.
Don't Stop The Voting (For David Wright)
Um...hi. I don't normally do FanPosts or anything, so this is a tad awkward. However, the powers that be told me I should post this, so I guess I will. I apologize in advance for any rookie mistakes. Anyway...
So last night I was just doing what I normally do at midnight, voting for David Wright for the All Star Game a few hundred times, because you know, I have a life. I'm not quite sure how, but a song came out of it. So here you go. It's to the tune of "Don't Stop Believin'" by Journey. If you don't know the song, you've probably been living under a rock for some time, but I'll link it to you anyway. None of the Youtube videos used are mine. Please excuse the extra syllables, and enjoy.
Welcome back Mr. Santos. We...missed you.
Welcome back Mr. Santos. We...missed you.
Coming soon to a ballpark near you (maybe). Larger version here.
Coming soon to a ballpark near you (maybe).
Larger version here.
Mets Baseball Card Of The (19th) Century: Big Dave Orr
(Bumped from FanPosts. --Eric)
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The Metropolitan Museum of Art, in New York City, is keeping secrets from you. Its Roman Sarcophagi are stuffed with them. It's got them in shoeboxes under the Louis XIV bed. They're in the spokes of the silky Etruscan Chariot, and old Rembrandt just traded a 4-inch stack for Vincent Van Gogh's right ear. Yes, I'm talking about baseball cards. The Museum's got a better collection than anyone but the landfills. If only they'd let us know it.
A man named Burdick delivered 300,000 paper cards to the Met in 1947. Burdick was a gentle, sickly collector from Syracuse who had never been to a baseball game. He didn't like baseball. What he liked were paper cards. Of ballplayers, actresses, cowboys, fish, fowl, and police inspectors. Baseball players represent only a tenth of the total, but in that tenth is a nearly complete collection of all cards issued from 1880 through the 1960s (he kept giving.) The best in the world.
The Museum displays a few dozen of these cards in a corner, tucked away like the porno at Video Village. No book of them, no scholarly catalogue, no love. Anyway, today we'll remember Mr. Burdick and look at Big Dave Orr of the New York Metropolitans.
Everyone click on this and breathe a sigh of relief.
Everyone click on this and breathe a sigh of relief.
Amen.
Who's the leader of the club That's made for you and me D-I-C-K-E-Y Knuckle Ball Throwey! In!...
Who's the leader of the club
That's made for you and me
D-I-C-K-E-Y Knuckle Ball Throwey!
In! there, High! there, Low! there
Dont know where the ball will be
D-I-C-K-E-Y Knuckle Ball Throwey!
RA Dickey!
RA Dickey!
Forever let us hold our knuckels
High! In! Low! Out!
Come along and float the ball
and buckle at the knee!
D-I-C-K-E-Y Knuckle Ball Throwey!
Mets Baseball club
We'll have fun
We'll be new faces
High! In! Out! Flutter!
We'll do things and
We'll go places
All around the league
We'll go marching
Who's the leader of the club
That's made for you and me
D-I-C-K-E-Y Knuckle Ball Throwey!
In! there, High! there, Low! there
Dont know where the ball will be
D-I-C-K-E-Y Knuckle Ball Throwey!
RA Dickey!
RA Dickey!
Forever let us float our baseball
High! In! Out! Low!
Come along and float the ball
and buckle at the knee!
D-I-C-K-E-Y Knuckle Ball Throwey!
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