Archive for January 2009

So a couple of weeks ago I was writing an article that will appear in Rotoworld Magazine. You’ll have to buy it to read it, but the jist is that it’s a list of predictions of things that will happen in 2009, erring on the side of the funny and absurd. In an initial draft […]

Yahoo!’s Jonathan Littman has a major story today about the legal status of “The Clear” at the time Barry Bonds was asked about it in the course of his grand jury testimony, and suggests that this fact may prove problematic for prosecutors: It could explain why Barry Bonds’ attorneys believe the grand jury questions to […]

When your team comes out with a new jersey, you can (a) say “Here’s the new jersey. We like it and hope people buy a lot of them”; or (b) reach for a lot of symbolic hooey. Tampa Bay has chosen (b): On May 1st, the Rays will don a new alternate jersey when they […]

The city of Anaheim has decided to drop that lawsuit in which they’re trying to force the Angels to change their name: Mayor Curt Pringle says the City Council voted unanimously Tuesday to give up its battle to restore the team’s name to the Anaheim Angels. The city had argued that team owner Arte Moreno […]

News flash: billionaire plutocrats fly their private planes to exclusive, mountainside resort to lament tough times and advocate for cost cutting.

Yesterday was kind of a surreal day for me. I had a meeting with an executive placement kind of person in a suburban office park at 8AM. I probably wouldn’t have gone on my own, but the business is run by a friend of a friend, and the two of them either (a) wanted to […]

If the numbers don’t add up, then you must recompute.

The “ultimate” MVP stat.

How the Cubs title drought since 1908 was more likely than the Expos/Nationals missing the playoffs for 27 years, and a bunch of math in between.

The University of Utah baseball team is going to host something next month called “An Evening with Harmon Killebrew.” I love me some Killebrew, but I have this feeling that an evening with him involves a bland meat dinner of some sort, followed by eleven pages of the “Saturday Evening Post” in an armchair, followed […]