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Nov 2 11:50 am
“Sheesh, simmer down, crybaby—the rest of us middle American die-hards have been dealing with our own squads of AAA losers for decades, so join the club. But of course it’s not just Mets fans who get a bruised ego and have self-righteous hissy fits after a disappointing season—Cubs fans are downright scary when the subject of entitlement comes up. And don’t they still burn Kenesaw Mountain Landis effigies on Chicago’s Southside every October? Nobody holds a grudge like a real baseball fan.”

My old pal Katie, a diehard Reds fan, writing over at Mercy Missiles on the subject of postseason baseball misery in flyover country. 

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Oct 15 8:44 am
“But what this book pre-supposes is…maybe he did?” (via warnick, paco camino, everyone else.)

“But what this book pre-supposes is…maybe he did?”

(via warnick, paco camino, everyone else.)

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Sep 28 9:25 am
Walgreens asked me to me if I wanted to be a fan on Facebook. I don’t, really, but at first I thought it was the Washington Nationals asking me to be a fan. As you can see above, they have essentially the same logo. I’m not really a Nationals fan in the strictest sense, though two mystic chords tie me tenuously to that ballclub: My beloved Minnesota Twins were long based in Washington, playing as the Senators, before the vast, unseen forces of capitalism transformed them overnight into Twins in 1961. That’s the fun of looking at the long arc of baseball, seeing the occupational transformations: Senators becomes Twins. Highlanders become Yankees. Pilots become Brewers, and Brewers become Browns and then mysteriously become Orioles. That’s like a fairy tale: the beermaker who turned brown, and then turned into a bird. The last transformation happening in Baltimore, of all places. I’ve always supported the efforts of underdogs, losers, also-rans and never-weres in every field of human endeavor. The Nationals are all these things, as were the hapless Senators, who managed to win one World Series in sixty years. The scripty “W” logo dates to the 1960s, when the Senators wore it. I can’t figure out how old the Walgreens logo is, though the company was founded in 1901. So I’m not sure who has the moral high ground here, although I should say that I bought most of my groceries at the Walgreens on the corner of Bardstown Road and Highland Avenue as an undernourished 20-year old. By “groceries,” of course, I mean “milk, nachos, beer and noodles.” But I’m still not becoming a “fan” of Walgreens, no matter how nice the photo album is.

Walgreens asked me to me if I wanted to be a fan on Facebook. I don’t, really, but at first I thought it was the Washington Nationals asking me to be a fan. As you can see above, they have essentially the same logo. I’m not really a Nationals fan in the strictest sense, though two mystic chords tie me tenuously to that ballclub:

  1. My beloved Minnesota Twins were long based in Washington, playing as the Senators, before the vast, unseen forces of capitalism transformed them overnight into Twins in 1961. That’s the fun of looking at the long arc of baseball, seeing the occupational transformations: Senators becomes Twins. Highlanders become Yankees. Pilots become Brewers, and Brewers become Browns and then mysteriously become Orioles. That’s like a fairy tale: the beermaker who turned brown, and then turned into a bird. The last transformation happening in Baltimore, of all places.
  2. I’ve always supported the efforts of underdogs, losers, also-rans and never-weres in every field of human endeavor. The Nationals are all these things, as were the hapless Senators, who managed to win one World Series in sixty years.

The scripty “W” logo dates to the 1960s, when the Senators wore it. I can’t figure out how old the Walgreens logo is, though the company was founded in 1901. So I’m not sure who has the moral high ground here, although I should say that I bought most of my groceries at the Walgreens on the corner of Bardstown Road and Highland Avenue as an undernourished 20-year old. By “groceries,” of course, I mean “milk, nachos, beer and noodles.”

But I’m still not becoming a “fan” of Walgreens, no matter how nice the photo album is.

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