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Happy Opening Day!

I’m glad baseball’s back — it’s always a welcome distraction from the rigors of day-to-day life and lets me use my brain in different ways. One thing I’m particularly excited about using more this year are the PitchFX graphs at Brooks Baseball, which will blow your mind if you like statistics — graphical plots of a pitcher’s release point, balls and strikes, vertical and horizontal movement, and velocity are all included. (For example, here’s a breakdown of Carlos Zambrano’s awful Opening Day against the Braves.) If you’re a baseball fan who likes the intricacies of the game, spend a few hours with the PitchFX graphs — they’re fun!

Karaoke + Radar Guns + Baseball = Hide Your Children

I had my first exam yesterday — it was my “writing for the mass media” exam. It went alright, I think. No complaints. I came home and fixed the air conditioning — the switch on the thermostat had gone pookie the night before, so I popped it back into place, and it works great now. I guess it just got jammed a bit. Nothing a pair of pliers can’t fix. So it came down from a balmy 82 inside to a more comfortable 75.

After some laundry, I ran some errands in Goose Creek and in the course of running these errands, I decided to head to a ballgame to decompress a bit before the rush begins again this weekend. After wussing out at the radar gun AGAIN (56 MPH this time) I sang a rousing rendition of “I Disappear” for about four individuals that looked halfway interested. See, it was Karaoke Night at the ballpark, and there was free karaoke, and I swear, I never saw anyone singing. What’s up with that? C’mon, it’s FREE! Sure, the song selection was somewhat lacking — a lot of Top 40 stuff from three years ago, to be honest. But since no one was singing, I sang “Drive” by Incubus later on in the night (had to get a song in which screaming may not be involved — something about disrupting the game, but to be honest, I don’t buy that — I seriously think the guy thought I was insane) and I came out sounding like someone who had been screaming at an umpire for six innings (yep). Ahhh well. At least one person liked it (thank you, Kelly). After a few more misguided attempts at throwing at the gun (thank you, Jeremiah — master of the radar gun that evening — for your patience with my antics!), I figured that was it, and left as the RiverDogs lost 5-2. The Dogs were no-hit for six innings, and then for some reason, the Columbus Catfish replaced their pitcher (WTF!) and surrendered a couple runs as a result.

It was, as always, a good time. I even got a new RiverDogs hat — one of the 3930 models, much like the major league BP hats.

Today I’m seeing Barack Obama at 2:30. If you didn’t get a ticket — too bad, it’s at capacity. This should be very, very interesting.