List as of April 17, 2011
What you are about to read here are the finest works Amazin' Avenue has to offer. There will be no procession, or confetti, or any cheesy parades here. Just some good old-fashioned taste of what best exemplifies the very elements that make Amazin' Avenue so great. As you take all that greatest-ness in, be reminded of why you are (still) here.
Start the countdown! #10 - 1, after the jump...
Until tonight, I wanted to write a clever poem or something like that to get a lot of recs and thus show my appreciation for the community here. But thinking about it tonight I decided just to write a heartfelt thanks to Eric and the rest of the team for giving me a place to share in both my love of a baseball squadron and the folks who have collectively helped me to both support that love and deal with the disappointment that such squadron inevitably deals.
Something tells me he won't be around for a version 2. Here's the accompanying front-office edition, if you want to follow the developmental failure of your favorite player from prospect to the pros.
(Bumped from FanPosts. --Eric)
I'm sure there's plenty of Jerry strategy that I overlooked. What else belongs in Jerryball: The Art of Giving Away A Game?
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Citi Field range map, 03/29/2011 (version 2.0)
Click here for version 1.0
This is an updated map, accurately reflecting the current state of the Mets' defense. A few geographical features were added.
CITI FIELD RANGE MAPS:
* This clearly should've been in a FanShot
Had to do one more of these things, this one took forever, but I'm quite happy with the product. ...
Had to do one more of these things, this one took forever, but I'm quite happy with the product. As with the previous animated picture, the .gif will be posted in the comments section.
God does that feel good.
In a perfect world there would be an exchange program. Around April 1st I could hand in my museum-issued whistle and clip-on tie and receive a radar gun, clip board, and seat behind home plate. "Kid," Paul DePodesta would tell me, "your only job is to clock pitches and take notes. I don't want to hear any fool ideas about players or talent. You're the eyes and ears of this organization, but the brains we've got covered. And, oh, welcome aboard."
It's not so ambitious a dream, but it's the one that occurs to me as I do my kindred work in the marvelous galleries of the Met. It doesn't matter if my boss never hears my thoughts or knows I'm thinking. All the better. Given space and anonymity, one can conjure up more fool ideas than his busy butt could ever dream.
Speaking of, meet the Met.
Aphrodite, Roman copy of a Greek statue, Imperial Period, 1st or 2nd Century A.D.
Our ride has been pimped. Or should I say, our Dickey Ride has been pimped.
I have a weird confession: Sometimes I imagine I'm the Bill James of fine art criticism. Bill worked as a boiler-room attendant at a factory in Lawrence, Kansas. Old box scores were his only companions, and after months of whisperings between them and Bill, he came to think of baseball in new terms. Had Bill James had anyone to talk to, things probably would have been different.
Me, I'm a security guard at the Metropolitan Museum of Art. All day long I stand in galleries and think my lonesome thoughts. I don't read boxscores, but the Museum is itself a sort of boxscore: a two-million object shorthand account of man's yearning for beauty over forty centuries. It's the nature of my job that I pay closer and longer attention than any curator, any art historian, in any office. My question is this. What can I -- an outsider -- achieve with my hours? Who knows, but anyway it's a lot of fun to have a go.
That's all for philosophizing. Meet the Met:
The latest injury fiasco lends Mets fans another window into their team's front office. Yet, the more I read, the less I understand, so I decided to write out a flowchart on pen and paper. Below is my tentative understanding of how the front office makes decisions. I will update as needed. Click on the chart to embiggen.