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Fuck Mars, New Breed of Human Discovered: HIPSTERS


Friday, August 1, 2008 - 1:18 pm (EST)
By Anthony Pappalardo

Adbuster’s Douglas Haddow has spoken! He’s unleashed a “scathing” review of the offensive, apathetic, materialistic, slacker generation dubbed “hipsters”. Cue up the Bob Dylan record because Doug is going to show you all how they used to do it in the underground when it meant something. I tried to send a letter to Doug but apparently the US Postal Service doesn’t deliver mail under rocks so I’ll just blog about it and be true to the “hipster manifesto”.

A brief summary: There is this new culture that sprung up recently that Douglas discovered by being kind of wired into the underground scene. He discovered that America’s bored youth have united and formed a new subculture, the members are called Hipsters. These kids are materialistic, egotistical, shun their wealth (I guess he looked at everyone’s tax returns to see what they were making before writing the article) and are into clothes and sex. Before reading the article I thought that was just the description of a teenager / twenty something American but after digesting this expose I realized the subtle nuances that create the hipster. Tight clothes, fake glasses, ironic gear and a need to party. These things have never come together before in culture, especially on such a powerful level. And check this out, these kids are so out of it on the cocaine that they don’t notice that they are being TOTALLY manipulated by the big evil corporations that just wanna sell stuff and make money.

Folks, this is a must read it’s scary, like how did this happen? Can Adbusters stop this? How do we protect ourselves and most importantly  what is a hipster and how do I know if I am one?

Doug’s no-holds-barred critique of these hipster zombies is punctuated by this battle cry, I can’t help but get a bit misty as I read it, I’m hoping Doug doesn’t just abandon us after blowing the lid off this subculture that is eroding the soil of the USA :

We are a lost generation, desperately clinging to anything that feels real, but too afraid to become it ourselves. We are a defeated generation, resigned to the hypocrisy of those before us, who once sang songs of rebellion and now sell them back to us. We are the last generation, a culmination of all previous things, destroyed by the vapidity that surrounds us. The hipster represents the end of Western civilization – a culture so detached and disconnected that it has stopped giving birth to anything new.

Aside from being several years too late on this Douglas is right that our culture as a whole has stopped giving birth to anything new and that’s not really that big of a deal. At some point doing new shit isn’t really that cool. Remember “funk-metal” , that was something new. Writing isn’t really that new, shunning corporations isn’t new either. Complaining about kids isn’t new either in fact all it really does is show your age or show that you’re totally fucking boring. Even using the word hipster is cringe-worthy. When someone I know says it I get the douche chills as if they were taking out a Barack The Vote or Everyone Loves a Jewish Boy shirt from an Urban Outfitters bag asking for my approval :

Gavin McInnes, one of the founders of Vice, who recently left the magazine, is considered to be one of hipsterdom’s primary architects. But, in contrast to the majority of concerned media-types, McInnes, whose “Dos and Don’ts” commentary defined the rules of hipster fashion for over a decade, is more critical of those doing the criticizing.

“I’ve always found that word [“hipster”] is used with such disdain, like it’s always used by chubby bloggers who aren’t getting laid anymore and are bored, and they’re just so mad at these young kids for going out and getting wasted and having fun and being fashionable,” he says. “I’m dubious of these hypotheses because they always smell of an agenda.”

That pretty much sums it up. Hipsters are good for the economy. It was a big deal when I was a kid to buy Air Jordans, now every kid has several pairs of sneakers, $150.00+ jeans, Mac Laptops, iPhones, what is the big picture really and who gives a shit? American means bigger and better, Hipsters are actually just patriots. Is this article telling me that kids are mindless consumers? No shit. Isn’t that the premise of Adbusters? Letting us know how totally dumb we are for letting Nike exist and how we should have a cobbler make our shoes from locally farmed cows where every inch of their corpse is used for something productive?

Hipsters or whatever the fuck dudes who wear v-necks and drink shitty beer are called are the first new culture to emerge since we all thought our computers would freeze on Y2K because someone forgot it wasn’t going to be the 19something forever. Most kids have now grown up having some type of web-profile their whole lives at this point. A kid into music can find the records you had to scour the earth for on mp3 in 30 seconds, they can digest a million things at once. If you wire a social networking site profile up to a doll Weird Science style a hipster comes out. There’s nothing wrong with that, it’s just the way the world is now. Unfortunately the humans who remember “what it used to be like” are jealous that they missed the boat. They spent their youth Lloyd Dobblering to get the attention of chicks hoping to have them touch their pee-pees , pretending to care about women’s “real feelings” and being sensitive and shit. They could have put up Barry Bonds numbers with the internet helping them get laid, that shit is steroids. Yup, this sounds like the old timer in the broadcast booth who got paid a total of 2 million dollars in his whole career bitching about today’s primadonnas. This is the asshole trying to convince me that Frank Sinatra was the definition of class and that I should take my hat off indoors.

The bigger problem is that we are in love with nostalgia, even Douglas, he’s yearning for that revolutionary spirit that gripped our forefathers and gave us subversive art like soup cans and something to believe in. It’s so tedious reading shit like this. Maybe everyone who isn’t washing organic cotton diapers right now just doesn’t give a fuck and is cool with that. If some people medicate themselves with Sparks and expensive denim who gives a fuck? I don’t listen to the radio to be inspired, I don’t want what I see everyday to resonate with me, I don’t want to live in a culture so motivated that we’re are all forward thinking radicals changing the world. I’m completely happy searching out what I want and tuning out the rest, it’s not that big of a deal really. Sure our homes are heated inefficiently, we waste a lot of shit, pop music suxxxxxx and politics are fucked up. I can’t believe I wasted my time reading a someone’s 10th Grade Social Studies assignment masked as an “article” by and adult about culture.

This article reads like a fucking Mad Lib. Plug in any “youth culture” and you have an article on current metal, hip-hop, skateboarding, graffiti. It’s all the same shit, kids communicate with their clothes. No matter what the “morals” behind the costume, people and kids specifically dress a certain way to project something hoping someone else picks up on their signal, provided it’s the right person. This even true of the anti-fashion person, same shit. Don’t try to tell me that the Punk movement or any movement had a different agenda. Once something rises to the surface it means that enough douches have latched onto it and watered it down to make it on other douche’s radars that’s all.

Puke.

TAGS: A-Rod, Adbusters, Hipster, Hipsters, Manny Ramirez, Vice Magazine

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Thanks for the memories!


Thursday, July 31, 2008 - 5:32 pm (EST)
By Tommy Esquire

Manny Ramirez with Manny Ramirez, Jr. (b. 2003); Manny Ramirez, Jr. (b. 1995) not pictured

Manny Ramirez with Manny Ramirez, Jr. (b. 2003); Manny Ramirez, Jr. (b. 1995) not pictured

I know that my bloggers in crime who are Red Sox fans will have far more eloquence and gravitas than I could possibly provide on this subject, but it’s been a fun fucking 7.5 years watching Manny be Manny with the Red Sox.  As of this afternoon, Manny is a Dodger, Andy LaRoche is a Pirate (ouch) and Jason Bay is the luckiest guy in Pittsburgh as he’s headed for the Sox, the first time he’s ever been on a winning team.

As one of the last members of the Red Sox to have been acquired by Dan Duquette, it’s really worth mentioning how much Boston is indebted to the Duke.  The man was responsible for Manny, Pedro, Nomar, Varitek, D-Lowe, Damon, Youkilis, and (most importantly) Carl Everett, AND he was smart enough to let go of Mo Vaughn.  Yet all he gets remembered for is not re-signing pre-HGH Roger Clemens after he had four pretty mediocre seasons.  He scored amazing trades like getting Pedro from the Expos for Carl Pavano and Tony Armas, and getting Varitek and Lowe for freakin’ Heathcliff Slocumb.  He even drafted Gary Sheffield (for the Brewers).  Yet he’s out of Major League Baseball forever.

Theo looks better on TV, but there’s no doubt in my mind who is most responsible for the Sox’ breakthrough.

Here’s to you, Mr. Duquette.

TAGS: Carl Everett, Carl Pavano, Derek Lowe, Gary Sheffield, Heathcliff Slocumb, Jason Varitek, Johnny Damn, Kevin Youkilis, Manny Ramirez, Mo Vaughn, Nomar Garciaparra, Pedro Martinez, Theo Epstein, Tony Armas

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Manny Ramirez Traded To the Baghdad Bombers


Monday, July 28, 2008 - 1:21 pm (EST)
By Anthony Pappalardo

“I don’t have any preferences. I could choose a team that offers me the best conditions or one in the chase for the postseason. I don’t care where I play, I can even play in Iraq if need be. My job is to play baseball,” Ramirez added.

As the Major League Baseball trade deadline approaches you can be sure of several things : Buster Olney reporting trades he’s invented in the space below his bad haircut, Peter Gammons hyping Boston’s prospects, talk of the “high price of middle relief” and the yearly Manny Ramirez trade request. It’s become a ritual for Manny to sit out a few games and make some odd comments giving Boston’s hack writers plenty to speculate about. Pepper Manny’s quotes with some fake “insider” info and you get a shitty scribe’s dream. Each year Manny’s conviction is questioned from faking injuries to having drinks and dining with the enemy.

Manny’s most recent request, as per ESPN is the most threatening because his end is actually near in a Red Sox uniform as his guaranteed contract expires at the end of the 2008 season. With the Red Sox holding the options they can essentially have him for 2 years on year to year contracts without any fiscal commitment. If you know this administration you know this is their ultimate dream as it should be. You have one of the greatest hitters in the game under your control as he approaches the most dangerous part of his career for decline without any risk.

20 mil would sound sweet to most players but at 36 Manny knows if he’s not granted free agency he’s potentially under Red Sox control until he’s 38. As a 36 year old he can possibly lock up a 4 year deal totaling around 100 million dollars. As a 38 year old Free Agent he wouldn’t be as attractive to a potential suitor and would be costing himself millions of dollars.

Manny is a unique talent and personality. His swings of the bat and mood have provided me with more joy, entertainment and drama than any other slugger that has played for the Boston Red Sox. Each year his godlike and consistent numbers have provided me with the facts to defend his quirks and his highlight reel proves him to be the anti-Jeter. He’s a player who navigates the field with childlike enthusiasm and approaches hitting with a surgical precision. His combination of savant, scholar and innocence has become endearing to his fans and inflammatory to his critics. He shuns the stoic and bland post-game comments for high fives, “being a legacy” and awkward cut-off throws. His thick mound of dreadlocks resembling tarantula legs swinging out of his doo-rag are the antithesis of Jeter and A-Rod’s tightly wound early 1990s out-of-date In Living Color fades.

Boston fans have a genuine love for Manny being Manny despite how hard the hacks try to paint him as an uncaring lazy fuck who just wants his paycheck. When Manny first came to Boston he was viewed by the media as Dan Duquette’s consolation prize for not catching the “moose” during the free agent hunting season. There were a few fluff pieces about his dynamic ability but nothing about Manny the person. It’s a combination of Manny’s reluctance to deal with writers so quick to critique him and his English and writer’s lack of giving a fuck. Boston writers would drink sweat wrung from Curt Schilling’s bloody sock but it’s inconceivable that Manny Ramirez could ever have a sore hamstring or knee, he’s just a lazy ass fat fucking baby.

Fans were willing to quickly forget the recent tantrum / Mantrum® when Ramirez physically assaulted a Red Sox official over some comp’ed tickets but this latest tirade actually feels like goodbye. It’s your partner asking you to talk to her over a “cup of coffee”, a Dear John note to the fans. He’s laid out an impossible plan for ownership as they cannot trade him for value and if they retain him they’re unsure if he’ll be reliable down the stretch run. This time Manny is gone, there was something special in his relationship with the fans. We were willing to overlook his cracks because at the end of the day he made us each of us feel like like the most handsome / pretty motherfucker in the room with the biggest dick and splashiest swagger (No homo) with his moon shot home runs and legitimately fucking gangster celebrations. Each one was like a Picasso, a brilliant stroke followed up by some burst of emotion punctuated by a gesture that would give you chills. Unfortunately the romance is over, it’s genuinely not us his him this time and like his monster shots, they only blast forward towards the Mass Pike and out of evil Boston.

Cue up You Can’t Always Get What You Want or something and picture those dreadlocks silhouetted as he walks off into the sunset. We can occasionally pull out our 2004 memory chest and reminisce but number 24 is destined to be the one that got away.

TAGS: A-Rod, Manny Ramirez, Red Sox, Trade, Yankees

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Oh Manny


Friday, July 11, 2008 - 12:46 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine


The Globe’s Jim Davis snapped this pic of Manny Ramirez during a pitching change on Wednesday. The Globe brilliantly asked readers to write what Manny was saying. Almost every comment is funny too.

 

TAGS: Boston, Manny Ramirez, Sports

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Coco Crisp: American Hero: Calls TB “Little Girls”


Friday, June 6, 2008 - 3:02 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine


More Boston sports! In one of the weirdest, best games of the season, the AL’s two best teams—the Boston Red Sox and the Tampa Bay Rays—brawled in the 3rd inning. The fight was a wild one, reminiscent of the 2000 brawl the two teams had after Pedro Martinez beaned like the sixth person of the night. Ever since, the Rays and Sox have had beef, even fighting during a spring training game in 2006. The teams still have nine games left this season, so we can look forward to further violence.

Coco:

“He tried to hit me with a haymaker. He missed. I threw a punch. I pretty much missed. And the rest, went down to the ground… like the scratches on my face were people trying to scratch like we were playing football or something, like little girls, trying to scratch out my eyes. I move one hand down, scratch me right here [points to scratch to the right of his nose].”

Manny Ramirez was on of the last guys to jump into the brawl. Manny’s reluctance seemed to have upset Kevin Youkilis, and the two scrapped in the dugout 4th:

Kevin Youkilis and Manny Ramírez, who spent the offseason training together in Arizona, scuffled briefly before being separated. There was shouting, and Ramírez was trying to get at Youkilis while being restrained by trainer Paul Lessard and bench coach Brad Mills. They were pulled apart, and Ramírez was escorted into the tunnel that connects the dugout and the clubhouse. But there were a lot of tight lips in the clubhouse once the game was over. Nobody wanted to reveal the reason for the altercation.

“I think that stays with the team,” captain Jason Varitek said.

After the inter-team fight, Sox announcers Jerry Remy and Don Orsillo, who tend to get restless and act like maniacs around the 6th inning of every game, staged a fake fight of their own. Don stood atop Jerry yelling and throwing fake punches. “It’s a crazy night at Fenway,” Remy later said. Soon after, a deafening “Beat LA” chant broke out at Fenway, a reminder that the night’s biggest fight was yet to come.

Below, great fights in TB-Sox history. 2000: Pedro vs Gerald Williams. 2003: Trot Nixon, a big WWF fan, goes wrestler on TB. 2006: Pre-season hate boils over.

TAGS: Boston, Jason Varitek, Kevin Youkilis, Manny Ramirez, Pedro Martinez, Red Sox, Sports, Tampa Bay Rays, Video, war

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Sox at 3:05 today; Rays stun Rivera in 11th


Wednesday, May 14, 2008 - 2:29 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

Pictures that make me smile…
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That would Manny Ramirez taking BP in Baltimore looking as cool as any ballplayer—nee athlete—in history. The Sox play at 3pm and send Lester to mound. But if they lose by 1 run again I’m boycotting to focus on b-ball until the Celts win vs Clevo.

On right, you see Johnny Gomes scoring the game winning running against the Yankees last night. To wit, it was Mariano Rivera’s first earned run of the season. With the win, TB are now in first place for the first time in May’s history. And since the Rays and I share a name, combined with the fact that they’ve sucked for a decade, I’m very happy for them. Still, the Sox are only a half-game back…

If you’re one of those people who can’t figure out why anyone would be obsessed with baseball, I suggest you follow the AL East for a week (mainly by reading the NY Post, Times, and Daily News; Bos Globe and Herald; espn.com; and the Baltimore Sun). Then tell me American Idol, Gossip Girl, or The Hills is better.

TAGS: ESPN, Manny Ramirez, Yankees

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Boston in New York: Manny, Beckett, and Piebald


Friday, April 18, 2008 - 12:42 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

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Left, typical Yankees fans: skin looks like fried dough, weighs 260 or more, wears either blue Brooks Bros work shirt (or something printed with 26 colors and 26 rings on it), constantly leaning too close to buddy for a straight male, sucks. Right, Piebald’s last ever NYC show at Bowery Ballroom. Pic by MacKenzie Lewis.

Most nights I pass out at 9pm. Last night Josh Beckett was pitching in the Bronx, though, so I went. In the first inning Manny Ramirez launched a high bomb to dead center off Mussina. Beckett came out and was nailing 96 fastballs and sick curves. Then Manny hit a second, three-run jack in the 3rd. Beckett threw 8-complete. Sox won 7-5.

Then it was down to Bowery for Piebald’s last ever NYC show. Piebald formed in 1994 as high school students in Andover, MA. I went to their first show at the Red Barn in North Andover. They played a cover of Fugazi’s “Waiting Room” and won me over. My neighbor liked them, too, so he released Piebald’s first 7″ as a 16 year old, borrowing $400 from his parents.

A whole scene sprouted up around Piebald and their friends, called Merrimack Valley Hardcore (MVHC). After high school everyone moved to Boston. This was 1997. Bands like Ten Yard Fight, Dropkick Murphy’s, and The Trouble were all getting started. Imagine, an emo band, sxe band, Irish skinhead band, and a fascist punk band all friendly and playing shows together. That was Boston in the late 90s.

By the early 2000s Piebald had moved to LA. They almost got signed in the first wave of commercial emo (think: Dashboard Confessional). Some A&R guy named “Singy” couldn’t get it done though. Still, Piebald lived it up: The band rented house with a jacuzzi in the Silverlake hills.

Fourteen years have passed, everyone’s around 30, and we’re thankfully all still friends. Last night, to a sold out Bowery crowd, Piebald played 90-minute a career-spanning set. I tried not to get too nostalgic. But Piebald’s been around for half my life, I’ve seen them hundreds of times, and it was hard not to get choked up. By the last few songs the crowd and stage merged as one, with people dancing, crying, and hugging under the Bowery’s bright lights.

This weekend Piebald plays two final sold-shows at the Middle East in Boston…

TAGS: Boston, HBO, Manny Ramirez, New York, Yankees

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Tuesday, April 15, 2008 - 8:48 am (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

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Left, enjoying last night’s game winning blast. Right, Manny became a US citizen in 2004 and celebrated by running around with this mini-Old Glory.

Last night Manny Ramirez hit a game winner against his former team, the Cleveland Indians, echoing a walk-off from last year’s the ALCS. Few in Boston ever questioned Manny’s greatness. But assholes like Tim McCarver and Michael Kay always say racist shit like, “I just don’t see how you can respect a player who doesn’t hustle.” Easy: you watch him hit home runs, drive in decisive RBIs, take pitches that no other hitter would, and occasionally make solid plays in left. You love his purple ties and doo rags and dreads and the Styles P songs he plays when walking up to the plate.

Is there another player in baseball soaked in as much glory as Manny Ramirez? He’s been a thread in almost every great baseball drama of the 21st century. Derek Jeter’s been in a 7 year World Series drought.
Amanda Benjamin of the Boston Globe caught up with Manny after last night’s win:


How to explain this?
Ramírez not quite sure on HR details

…standing in the clubhouse at Progressive Field, Ramírez gave reporters short quips before heading out into the freezing Cleveland night. They were beams into his incredible hitting mind. But not too much. Never too much.

He had just hit a home run. Not just any home run, but a two-run shot that scored the pinch running Jacoby Ellsbury, who came in for David Ortiz after Ramírez’s partner in crime had blooped a single into left field. It was Ramírez’s second career homer off Joe Borowski, in just three at-bats against the Cleveland closer, and it pushed the Red Sox to a 6-4 win.

“We never give up, man,” Ramírez said. “We just play hard all the way.”

Not that Ramírez knew, exactly, what he hit out of the park.

“Like a fastball,” he explained. “It was something like 80. Or a change. It was right there.”

And then it was gone. The ball traveled 417 feet before it settled into the left-field stands. It put the Red Sox up by that 6-4 score, and it simply added to Ramírez’s legacy at the former Jacobs Field. It was his 132d homer in his former home park, his 16th against the Indians. Not to mention that it tied him for 24th all-time with 493 home runs, placing his name next to those of Lou Gehrig and Fred McGriff.

For those not fully convinced of Ramírez’s offseason commitment to working out in Arizona, here are the facts: In his first 14 games of 2007, Ramirez, who has not hit more than .300 in March and April since 2004, was hitting .200. He had eight RBIs. Through his first 14 games of 2008, Ramirez is hitting .309 with 14 RBIs.

And he authored the Red Sox’ first come-from-behind win since Brandon Moss was a member of the team (Game 1, Tokyo), though he wasn’t putting too much stock in the ninth-inning rally. To him, it was another win.

“It’s fun every day,” Ramírez said. “Even when you don’t come back. We love this job, we love to compete. That’s why you play the game.”

TAGS: Boston, drama, free, India, Jeter, Manny Ramirez, Red Sox, Sports, Travel

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Buckner Returns for Fenway Forgiveness


Wednesday, April 9, 2008 - 9:08 am (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

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The Red Sox opened at home yesterday with an elaborate World Series ring celebration that culminated with Bill Buckner—he of the the 1986 bad knees/ball between the legs at Shea Game 6 1986 WS—tossing the first pitch with tears in his eyes. The Red Sox went on to win, backed by Dice-K’s third solid start of the season and Manny Ramirez’s inside the park homer*.
*Triple hit to cf triangle (tiplesville) with error.

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Kung Pow!


Wednesday, April 2, 2008 - 2:35 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

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The Boston Red Sox on the march to a second straight WS Championship! Last night the Sox beat the A’s on a Varitek double. Dice K Ked 9, throwing 6 and 2/3rds innings of 2 (!) hit ball sans walk (Matsuzaka’s first walk-less game since May 07). That’s good, right? Gordon Edes, baseball’s finest beat writer, has the story. Manny Ramirez had one hit; Pappelbon got the save. Sox play Oak again at 3:35pm. Lester on the mound.
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Youk scores winning run. Hi-ya! Getty

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Konichiwa Bitches! Sox in Tokyo: Ortiz homers, Manny speaks. Plus John Rawls on the “Best Game”…


Saturday, March 22, 2008 - 3:28 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

Baseball season is about to begin…
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(David Ortiz homers in Japan. AP)

The Red Sox are in Japan. Last night they played an exhibition game against the Hanshin Tigers. David Ortiz smacked a game winner. And Manny Ramirez gave a cocky interview:

“Just another milestone that I’m going to accomplish,” Ramírez said before the Red Sox’ 6-5 exhibition win over the Hanshin Tigers Saturday, of reaching 500 home runs. “But my train doesn’t stop there. Six hundred. I want to play because I love the game. If I play six more years, why not? I’m pretty sure I’m going to reach it. “If my body feels good, I’m going to keep playing. Why stop? You love the game, why you’ve got to stop? Age is just a number.”

He brushed off questions about his often turbulent past in Boston, saying, “I ain’t got no trouble with Boston.”

He’s reading, too, moving on from “The Secret” to a book in Spanish whose title he couldn’t quite recall. He’s enjoying his third trip to Japan, after journeys in 1998 and 2004, though the second was cut short when he decided he’d rather not be in the country. He’s spending his time in Tokyo eating sushi and plans on using the offday, Monday, to sightsee, to take pictures, to be a regular tourist.

He’s meditating on his place in the game, on the place that he and David Ortiz occupy in the history of baseball. “We’re the best, the best 1-2 punch,” Ramírez said, before clarifying that he meant “ever.”

Moral philosopher John Rawls, who died in 2002, is best known for his tract “A Theory of Justice.” The Boston Review— who calls Rawls “perhaps the greatest philosopher America ever produced”—just published a letter he wrote in 1981 about baseball being the “best game.” It’s refreshing to hear a philosopher’s logic applied to sport, as opposed to some idiots yelling at each other on ESPN about steroids.

…reasons for why baseball is the best of all games.

First: the rules of the game are in equilibrium: that is, from the start, the diamond was made just the right size, the pitcher’s mound just the right distance from home plate, etc., and this makes possible the marvelous plays, such as the double play. The physical layout of the game is perfectly adjusted to the human skills it is meant to display and to call into graceful exercise. Whereas, basketball, e.g., is constantly (or was then) adjusting its rules to get them in balance.

Second: the game does not give unusua1 preference or advantage to special physical types, e.g., to tall men as in basketball. All sorts of abilities can find a place somewhere, the tall and the short etc. can enjoy the game together in different positions.

Third: the game uses all parts of the body: the arms to throw, the legs to run, and to swing the bat, etc.; per contra soccer where you can’t touch the ball. It calls upon speed, accuracy of throw, gifts of sight for batting, shrewdness for pitchers and catchers, etc. And there are all kinds of strategies.

Fourth: all plays of the game are open to view: the spectators and the players can see what is going on. Per contra football where it is hard to know what is happening in the battlefront along the line. Even the umpires can’t see it all, so there is lots of cheating etc. And in basketball, it is hard to know when to call a foul. There are close calls in baseball too, but the umps do very well on the whole, and these close calls arise from the marvelous timing built into the game and not from trying to police cheaters etc.

Fifth: baseball is the only game where scoring is not done with the ball, and this has the remarkable effect of concentrating the excitement of plays at different points of the field at the same time. Will the runner cross the plate before the fielder gets to the ball and throws it to home plate, and so on.

Finally, there is the factor of time, the use of which is a central part of any game. Baseball shares with tennis the idea that time never runs out, as it does in basketball and football and soccer. This means that there is always time for the losing side to make a comeback. The last of the ninth inning becomes one of the most potentially exciting parts of the game. And while the same sometimes happens in tennis also, it seems to happen less often. Cricket, much like baseball (and indeed I must correct my remark above that baseball is the only game where scoring is not done with the ball), does not have a time limit.

TAGS: Basketball, Boston, ESPN, idiot, Manny Ramirez, Race, Red Sox, Review, Sports

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McGrath, Baseball, Manny


Friday, March 21, 2008 - 4:51 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

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(Manny Ramirez, two-time world champion.)

Today, Gawker celebrates Ben McGrath’s Lenny Dykstra story in this week’s New Yorker. From my count, this is the third baseball profile McGrath’s written in the last year. The last one, on Scott Boras, was a perfect profile of a lawyer-jock asshole with too much power that also illuminated the elusive world of sports agent-ing. “McGrath’s Dykstra piece stays on the California asshole-jock-with-too-much-money theme. But it’s McGrath’s Manny Ramirez profile , from last year, that will go down in history, for these two paragraphs alone:

According to lore, Ramirez has, or had, two Social Security numbers and five active driver’s licenses—none of which he managed to present to the officer who pulled him over in 1997 for driving with illegally tinted windows and the stereo blasting at earsplitting volume. “The cop knew who he was,” as Sheldon Ocker, the Indians beat reporter for the Akron Beacon Journal, tells it. “He said, ‘Manny, I’m going to give you a ticket.’ Manny says, ‘I don’t need any tickets, I can give you tickets,’ and reaches for the glove compartment. Then he leaves the scene by making an illegal U-turn and he gets another ticket.”

Ramirez’s appearance—he styles his hair in dreadlocks, wears a uniform cut for a sumo wrestler, and smiles broadly and indiscriminately—hints at this extracurricular flakiness, and even gives off a whiff of pothead. (In 2002, he requested that the song “Good Times,” by Styles P, be played over the Fenway Park P.A. system before one of his at-bats, and unsuspecting fans were treated to lyrics such as “Every day I need a ounce and a half . . . take a blunt, just to ease the pain . . . I get high, high, high.”) During pitching changes at Fenway, he has been known to disappear behind a door in the left-field wall, and on one occasion he nearly missed the resumption of play—an averted transgression that he at one point blamed on his bladder.

With Opening Day approaching, I offer this tale from Red Sox past.

Fenway Park, Opening Day 2001—overcast and chilly. It’s Manny Ramirez’s first game in Boston. He’d signed signed in the off-season for 10 years, $160 million.

Bottom of the first inning: a standing ovation stretches Fenway’s incongruent curl. Fenway’s first “Manny! Manny!” chant breaks out. I’m in “standing room” at the top of the stands, behind home plane, crushed around 500 fans. First pitch—blawh!—gone, blasted over the monster. Euphoria—a Manny mosh pit erupts. A girl is trampled under (Reebok and construction boot) foot; spilt beer showers. Little did I know Manny was setting the tone for a seven year run, two rings and counting.

PS Manny’s website is awesome.

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Iraq’s Eastern Front; Colombian Marching Powder; Yankees Suck


Monday, March 3, 2008 - 3:19 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

Today’s Reads
1. Spencer Platt in Diyala, Iraq
According to Iraq’s former #2 commander LT Gen Raymond Odierno, about 50% of attacks on US soldiers in Iraq come from Shiite militias linked to Iran. The other half come from Sunni extremists. Odierno claims Iraqi Shiites are traveling to Iran to receive training. Iranian President Ahmadinejad, in Baghdad, denies any collusion: “It is the American practice to present others as guilty wherever they are defeated. Is it not funny that those with 160,000 forces in Iraq accuse us of interference?”

Nowhere in Iraq do both Sunni and Shitte extremists thrive like Diyala Province. Located right to the east of Baghdad Province and connecting to the Iranian border, Diyala’s capital, Baquba, is an ethnically mixed warzone. And the rest of the province—a lush breadbasket—is tough terrain for battle.
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2007 WPP winner Spencer Platt was in Diyala with US forces over the weekend.
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US literally trying to “smoke out” insurgents.
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Two IEDs found.
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We come in peace.

2. Chavez is a Dick
On Saturday the Colombian military struck FARC guerillas in Ecuador, killing it’s #2 leader Raul Reyes. (The US annually gives Colombia $600 million in military aid.) Colombia’s sovereign violation rightly outraged Ecuadorian officials, who promptly removed their ambassador from Bogota and mobilized troops. Meanwhile, Venezuela’s President Chavez said:

”Mr. Defense Minister, move 10 battalions to the border with Colombia for me, immediately — tank battalions, deploy the air force,” Chavez said during his weekly TV and radio program as loyalists in the crowd applauded. “We don’t want war, but we aren’t going to permit the U.S. empire nor its lapdog to come weaken us.’”

Chavez defends FARC, calling them “freedom fighters” despite the group’s use of child conscription, targeted killing and kidnapping of civilians, and drug running for some 30 years. Of course, the Miami Herald (above link) offers the best coverage. A war between Colombia and Venezuela would send oil prices ever higher, and the US would obviously be involved whether outright or by proxy.

3. Hank Steinbrenner: World Class Shit Talker
All baseball fans should check out Jonathan Mahler’s Yankees story from the Times’ PLAY Magazine. Mahler perfectly details the rise and end of The Boss Era. He calls the new Yankee Stadium “Red Sox Nation’s version of hell.” It sure sounds like earth’s toilet to me:

If the stadium’s exterior, with its limestone and granite façade, is self-consciously retro, the interior will be thoroughly modern. Trost might as well have been talking about a new themed hotel in Las Vegas as he described what would become of one drafty concrete chamber after another: the New York Yankees martini bar, a steakhouse (NYY Steak), a grill room, a Yankees museum, a year-round banquet hall and a conference center. The team’s interlocking “NY” logo will be everywhere, from the door handles to the latticework. Lining the so-called Great Hall that runs from home plate to the right-field foul pole will be huge two-sided banners, with Yankee legends in black-and-white on one side and more recent superstars in color on the other.

Ever since A-Rod’s WS Game 4 opt out, Hank Steinbrenner’s been an amazing asshole. Mahler’s story turns him into an outsized and (almost) sympathetic figure. Hank’s from the horse racing world, and his gambling trash talk is great. The story’s last words:

“Red Sox Nation?” Hank says. “What a bunch of [expletive] that is. That was a creation of the Red Sox and ESPN, which is filled with Red Sox fans. Go anywhere in America and you won’t see Red Sox hats and jackets, you’ll see Yankee hats and jackets. This is a Yankee country. We’re going to put the Yankees back on top and restore the universe to order.”

Hmm…I’d say the Nation was more a Dan Shaughnessy creation than ESPN’s, like the Curse of the Bambino. Responding to Hank in the Globe, Shaughnessy the Carrot of Wisdom says:

Entitled Sox fans have virtually forgotten about the hated Pinstripers. It’s been months since a hearty “Yankees Suck” chant broke out at a New England wedding or bar mitzvah. And in Tampa, the hound-dog Yankees now acknowledge they are the ones doing the chasing.

Welcome back to the fight, Mr. Steinbrenner. This is reminiscent of the good old days when your dad regularly lobbed verbal grenades at the feet of Boston baseball fans.

A lot of Sox fans hate Dan S, but I think he’s the best baseball columnist in America, always getting scoops and often LOL funny.

Hank, how do you stop this man?
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Two time World Series winner and full time Rastaman Manny Ramirez, by Stan Grossfield, Globe.

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Sadr Extends Truce; Manny’s Early?!


Friday, February 22, 2008 - 3:33 pm (EST)
By Ray LeMoine

Today’s Reads
1. Shiite Cleric Moqtada Al Sadr’s Mahdi Militia Offers Six Month Extension of Truce in Iraq
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(Photo by Karim Kadim, AP)

Smart move Sadr, and great news for Iraq. Sadr—the dentally challenged Shiite gangster/warlord/cleric—maintains close ties to Iran. For years, his militia worked with Iranian agents to plant shaped IEDs, the deadliest weapon of the war for US troops. The Mahdi Militia was also largely responsible for the ethnic cleansing of Sunnis in Baghdad and beyond after a Sammara Shiite shrine was bombed in Feb 2006. Back then, reports surfaced that the Mahdi killed 1000 Sunni in one 48 hour window. Also, Sadr and the Mahdi twice fought the US across Iraq in 2004.

2. Manny Cometh, Speaketh
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(By Jim Davis, Globe)

For the first time in American history, Manny Ramirez reported to Spring Training early. This historic moment also came with funny Boston Globe pictures. The one above had this caption:

Ramirez, who officially reported yesterday, pulled up Thursday morning wearing flip-flops, cargo pants (the fashionistas may dispute that description; we’re not exactly cutting edge on such things), a T-shirt that read “Rock Unsteady brand LRG,” and was carrying his own equipment bag.

Dreads with a “Rock Unsteady brand LRG”? Sounds and looks pretty Rasta to me. Did Manny have a pot fueled off season?

Later Manny spoke to the media—a rarity—about his contract option, which comes up at season’s end:

“They’re the ones who’ve got my options, it’s up to them to say, ‘OK, we’re going to pay,’ ” Ramírez said. “It’s not up to me to go into the office and demand a four-year deal, or whatever. I’m going to come here to play the game, finish my year. If they want me to come back, I’ll come back. I want to finish my career here, but it’s up to them,” Ramírez said. “If that doesn’t happen, hey, I’ll go and play somewhere else. I know I can still play and what else can I say? It’s up to them. I’m not the one who writes the checks.”

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Manny’s whip (Jim Davis, Globe).

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“Take Care of Yourself” - Manny Ramirez


Saturday, February 9, 2008 - 4:34 pm (EST)
By Geoff Kenyon

Today is “Truck Day” for Sox. Do the media in other markets make a big deal of the day the truck of equipment leaves for spring training? Seriously can anyone answer this?

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Manny let the Globe follow him around during his workout but declined to be interviewed. No roids for Manny, maybe a little grass but no roids.

Things are good in Manny World. Since declaring himself a “bad man” at the World Series, Ramírez, 34, has announced his plans to report to spring training on time and to play for several more years. Ramírez allowed the Globe to follow his 2-hour-15-minute workout routine but politely declined to be interviewed.

“Take care of yourself,” is his advice.

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