When I was still stateside and wanted to do a post with a variety of different topics, I’d call it potpourri. I’m in Okinawa, where there is no potpourri. I don’t miss it. Here, there is chanpuru. A mix. So it is.
ESPN’s uber-columnist Bill Simmons’ latest is about how cheating in baseball affects the Hall of Fame. If only someone had written a book including this subject. A guide of sorts, one might say. A “cheater’s guide,” if you will, to baseball.
Derek should also know, of course, that I would never say that reader-author interaction is asymmetrical and authoritarian. No, I believe that rhizomatic conversations occur in blog-discourse, actualizing resistant space and opening up discursive lines of flight.
Nah, I’m just messin’ with ya.
Know who is huge over here? Tsuyoshi Shinjo. You can’t get away from that guy. If he isn’t showing up at games dressed as Darth Vader, he’s driving onto the field on a Harley. Now retired, he’s thinking about politics.
All I know is, I went for a hike at a waterfall yesterday. I drove two hours to get to said waterfall. At the base of the trail was a vending machine (I know, I know, that’s a whole other issue). Shinjo was staring at me, urging me to buy coffee. I’m allergic to coffee. Bite me, Shinjo.
Only a month to spring training. Japanese spring training, that is.