On This Day in Baseball History February 6, 1895: Arguably the best player in the history of Major League Baseball, part of the original National Baseball Hall of Fame class and the player many credit as the catalyst to renewing interest in Baseball after the Black Sox Scandal of 1919, George Herman “Babe” Ruth is born in Baltimore, Maryland.
The above painting of Babe Ruth is by John D Benson.
Interviewers describing meeting Sufjan Stevens is one of my favorite things
On the top floor of a desolate building in a dilapidated Brooklyn neighbourhood, a man in paint-splattered shorts and a Space Shuttle baseball cap is playing little runs up and down a piano and trilling, wordlessly, over the top, like a choirboy. (x)
He’s sitting on a blue plastic folding chair in Astoria Soundworks, a huge, anonymous recording facility in a quiet, residential Queens neighborhood. Stevens squirms when he talks, stretching himself out, then bunching up again, seemingly locked in an eternal struggle for comfort. (x)
We are in Stevens’s studio in Williamsburg, and outside, New York sends a blue light into these few small rooms with their wood floors and Oriental rugs. Stevens is wearing high-tops and a red baseball hat bearing the face of Animal from The Muppets. In person he is warm, approachable, startlingly eloquent. (x)
‘Hi, I’m Soof-yann,“ says Stevens unnecessarily as we meet at the door of his Brooklyn studio in mid-March. He looks, I should point out, in rude health, with the kind of upper-body tone and musculature that is unexpected or even excessive in an indie musician. He is smartly turned out, his dark hair tightly cropped. (x)
“I’ve grown up a lot in the past few years,” says the 39-year-old singer/songwriter, sitting in his modest office overlooking the East River on a sunny-yet-frigid day earlier this month. While somber life events and the stark new album certainly back this up, his look today does not; still boyish in a blue beanie, red sneakers, and a bright camouflage jacket, he could comfortably pass for a man 10 years younger. (x)
Sufjan Stevens is wearing two hats. A woolly blue number sits atop his green trucker cap, whose peak he has bent flush with his forehead, the goofy effect belying his 39 years. At one point when describing his sprawling approach to music, he has to stop himself from saying he wears a lot of hats. “I – accessorise a lot,” he says instead, laughing. (x)
Oct. 8, 1973: A second-base brawl between Pete Rose of the Cincinnati Reds and Bud Harrelson of the Mets — soon joined by Wayne Garrett of the Mets (No. 11) — along the way to a Mets National League pennant. “Fists, cups, beer cans, assorted debris and even whiskey bottles filled the clamorous afternoon air at Shea Stadium,” reported The Times, as two fights and other skirmishes animated a playoff game that was nearly forfeited because of the chaos. Yogi Berra proved to be a peacemaker, and order was finally restored to the fifth inning. Photo: Robert Walker/The New York Times
I love the fact that Kuramochi is effectively Dave Roberts in the 2004 ALCS.(context below) . Everyone in the whole damn park knows hes gonna steal, but he does it anyway and gets away with it. Also Dave Roberts just became the Dodgers manager and I’m extremely hopeful for him.
I LOVE the comic relief of Sawamura and Furuya finding everyone’s spirit animal while sitting on the bench. Baseball players are constantly doing shit in the dugout to fend off boredom. I don’t know of any bullpen pitcher/bench guy who doesn’t know how to juggle. It always surprises me the little things they add to the show to make it authentic this could be just coincidence, but coming up with nicknames for people is definitely something I’ve done while benched.
heres some actual adult professional baseball players killing time on the bench