Daniel Palka makes a successful AAA debut. Randy Rosario starts both ends of a doubleheader (sort of). Niko Goodrum hits a homer for two different teams on the same day (sort of). Jose Berrios and Kohl Stewart make poor starts.
Monthly Archives: July 2016
Strength to Love
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that."
―Martin Luther King Jr.
Happy Birthday–July 9
Jack Powell (1874)
Buck Herzog (1885)
Glenn Myatt (1897)
Wally Post (1929)
Marty Springstead (1937)
Mike Andrews (1943)
Hal Haydel (1944)
Sonny Jackson (1944)
Steve Luebber (1949)
Willie Wilson (1955)
Miguel Montero (1983)
Marty Springstead was an American League umpire from 1966-1986. He later was a supervisor of umpires.
We would also like to extend our best birthday wishes to Pepper.
Fridays game! Twins playing in Texas
Between no tv, rain delay, and an incredible work schedule I have been absent of twins baseball since Sunday. I know by checking the Twitter machine that they have won some games lately. I think they are on a win streak (?)
I am take a five minute breather from work to post this.
best preview ever? probably
Enjoy the game.
Nathaniel Rateliff & The Night Sweats – I Need Never Get Old
Trucking along through our Summer Mix, here's a good foot tappin' track.
2015-6
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FMD — Live Albums
NME has your typical internet trope -- a list! This time best live albums. Actually it's pretty decent, although I'm shocked it didn't include Cheap Trick Live at Budokan. I would also add Built to Spill Live and of course Guided by Voices Live at the Wheelchair Races. Otis Redding Live on the Sunset Strip would be another. Oh and I would have gone with The Name of this Band is Talking Heads over Stop Making Sense, but that's just me.
What other great live albums do you swear by?
July 8, 2016: Blood
“In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.”
― Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams
Happy Birthday–July 8
Hank O’Day (1862)
Ivey Wingo (1890)
Clint Brown (1903)
Salty Parker (1912)
Hector Lopez (1929)
Al Spangler (1933)
Darrell Brandon (1940)
Ken Sanders (1941)
Jim Ollom (1945)
Lerrin LaGrow (1948)
Alan Ashby (1951)
Terry Puhl (1956)
Bob Kipper (1964)
Jerome Walton (1965)
Bobby Ayala (1969)
Danny Ardoin (1974)
Hall of Fame umpire Hank O'Day was the home plate umpire in the first world series game in 1903. He umpired in ten World Series.
Salty Parker was a long-time minor league manager and major league coach.
We would also like to wish a happy birthday to AMR’s daughter, Moss’ son, and FTLT's daughter.
Game 85: Twins at Rangers
Just past the halfway point of the season (2nd half started on Monday).
Following the win against Oakland last night, this is the first time all year the Twins have won back-to-back series' and (courtesy of socal) only the second time they've managed to avoid losing multiple games in a row. I'll go out on a limb and say that there is very little chance for this team to climb back into contention, but a couple of bright spots:
-They don't hold the worst record in baseball (ATL is 28-57).
-Over his past 5 starts, Ervin Santana is 2-1, with a 2.76 ERA and 20 K's - 5 BB in 32.2 innings of work (including a complete game, 2-hit shutout last night against Oakland).
-After an atrocious offensive April & May, Brian Dozier has managed to pull himself up to a respectable .252/.336/.456 and leads the team with a 1.8 WAR.
-Over 44 games with the team, Robbie Grossman is batting .281/.420/.473 (and, though short of the req'd AB's, leads the team in OPS and OPS+) ... plus, an outfielder playing in the outfield!!!one111
Tonight, we'll see if young Mr. Duffey can build on his 8-Inning, 2 Hit, 1 Run performance in New York last week, and add another W to his team-leading 4 Wins.
For those interested (and out of market I presume) MLB.TV's free game of the day.
Philando
A week and a half ago, I attended a breakfast held in honor of this year’s winners of the Coretta Scott King Book Awards. The honorees all spoke—about books, about art, about children, about being black in America. Author Jason Reynolds gave a spoken word performance that brought the audience to its feet. Here is an excerpt:
if you listen closely
you can hear the machetes
cutting the air
in half
connecting for half a second with something
breathing and growing
breathing and growing
before being chopped
down like sugar cane in a Louisiana field
yes there are machetes everywhere
the sound of them cutting the air
chop CHOP
chop CHOP
we try not
to bend in the wind
try not to bow or bow
try to wrap fingers around our own
saccharine souls
and brace ourselves
for the
chop CHOP
chop CHOP
the machetes
cutting the air in half
coming for us
You can read the full poem here, and you can see it performed in this video, recorded by a person in the audience.
Last night police officers shot and killed a black man. This is nothing new. But these were the police officers from the place I call home. The police officers whose station is an easy walk from my house. Whose station is in the same building where the jalapeno started going to daycare last month. The police officers who wave to my boys when we’re walking home from the park.
While eating breakfast this morning, I told my boys that too many black men are being killed by the police. I told them that last night our police officers shot and killed a black man. The peperoncino, who just turned three, got it. He said, “That’s not okay. The police need to say sorry for killing.”
It’s hard to know how much to say to young kids. It’s hard to talk about racism. But I didn’t have a choice this morning because I needed the jalapeno to know in case things were different today in the building where his daycare is and where the police station is. I wanted him to hear it from me--not from an older kid or a teacher.
Things were pretty quiet this morning, but when I was leaving from dropping off the jalapeno, a protester had arrived. He was a skinny, young white guy holding a large cardboard sign. Handwritten in black marker was FUCK YOUR BADGES. I wasn’t sure what to do, but with the peperoncino in the back seat, I rolled down my window and waved. I said, “Good luck today.” He nodded and said, “Thanks.” While I probably wouldn’t phrase my own sentiments the same way he phrased his, I wanted to say a kind word to him, to let him know that I support him in believing that the killing has got to stop.
I didn’t know Philando Castile, but this morning my heart hurts for him and for all those who loved him.