Joe Evans (1895)
Jimmy Wasdell (1914)
Al McBean (1938)
Yukata Enatsu (1948)
Bill North (1948)
Rick Waits (1952)
George Brett (1953)
John Smoltz (1967)
Scott Watkins (1970)
A. J. Hinch (1974)
Josh Beckett (1980)
Justin Morneau (1981)
Brian Dozier (1987)
Yukata Enatsu was one of the first closers in Japan, recording 193 saves.
A. J.Hinch was drafted by Minnesota in the third round in 1995, but did not sign.
When I got to college (yes, we're just ignoring the time I spent with country music in high school) I had a roommate who listened to nothing but AC/DC and, I don't know... Pantera? Something like that. It was obnoxious. Probably only slightly more so than my heyday-of-Napster-download-as-many-former-top-40-songs-as-you-can playlist. The next big breakthrough for me musically happened when I studied abroad. We all got incredibly tired of the music we brought along, and started swapping, where upon I realized the breadth of my musical exposure was still far too narrow. I needed to go digging. A trip to a record store in Rome netted me 3 greatest hits CD's that I was willing to take a chance on: The Corrs (I doubt it came back from Europe with me), Meatloaf, and Jimi Hendrix.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=r0EMrJTgqgM
Meatloaf I enjoyed, but Hendrix... that was a revelation for me. Maybe I'd just heard the same one or two songs too many times (I still don't really enjoy "Purple Haze") and didn't realize what he was really all about. Whatever the case, I was surprised by Hendrix. Listening to "The Wind Cries Mary" opened up something new for me. It was subtle and beautiful and at the same time powerful. Yes please.
(2 votes, average: 9.00 out of 10)
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NBB - your wish is granted.
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A good day for Chris Herrmann. Wildness hurts the Red Wings and Kernels. Angel Morales comes through for Fort Myers.
IT'S ALL HAPPENIIIIIING
J. L. Wilkinson (1878)
Ed Walsh (1881)
Alex Pompez (1890)
Earle Combs (1899)
Bob Thurman (1917)
Les Moss (1925)
Dick Howser (1936)
Tony Perez (1942)
Dick Tidrow (1947)
Dave LaRoche (1948)
Dennis Martinez (1955)
Hosken Powell (1955)
Pat Borders (1963)
Joey Cora (1965)
Larry Sutton (1970)
Roy Halladay (1977)
J. L. Wilkinson was the long-time owner of the Kansas City Monarchs.
Alex Pompez was the long-time owner of the New York Cubans.
We would also like to wish a very happy anniversary to Lucy and SBG.
I guess we're going with a little tour of my musical self-education this week... and today hits two of my favorites from high school. Flood was of seminal importance in my listening development, and I've been to more TMBG shows and own more TMBG albums than any other band (a fact made fairly easy by their significant catalog). Chumbawamba on the other hand? My brother got the CD just for "Tubthumping" and decided he didn't like anything else on it. I pretty much liked everything else on it (and I liked "Tubthumping" too). It was subversive and intelligent and, for anarchists, amazingly structured. Anyway, a year or two ago TMBG covered Chumbawamba and I love them even more for it.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IhR1bI7ecT8
Also, it doesn't appear to be on Youtube, but you should go find Chumbawamba's cover of "New York Mining Disaster 1941." Hauntingly beautiful.
(3 votes, average: 6.33 out of 10)Loading... Days since Joe Mauer's 30th Birthday: 24
Days since Aaron Hicks got his man bat out: 0
Days since Gladden called a coherent inning: imaginary number
I was in the car for the first 2 hours of this game, so the time in between Hicks' amazing catch and his second homer was spent walking from the car to the house. Listening to Gladden call a game is a lesson of keeping things remembered in your head plus having a healthy active imagination, but from what I gathered the Twins destroyed the Sox and then almost let it get away before a one man beatdown by the name of Hicks.
The innings I saw on TV were a lot more fun. Let's continue this.
I used to love to hate the White Sox, but that fiery passion has cooled considerably in the past few years. Now I just like to dislike them. For this I blame Ozzie Guillen, who somehow against all odds and expectations brought a new level of civility and respect to the formerly fierce and nasty rivalry. I blame Ozzie because this is America, and we all know that in America the way a person feels about anything can never, ever, ever be blamed on the person doing the feeling; it must be either God's will or somebody else's fault. Ozzie's outspoken admiration for the Twins' brand of baseball during his Chicago tenure cowed the South Side trash talkers, and for that I don't think I can ever forgive him.