Rainout — To The Gates of (Baseball) Heaven

Now, I wouldn't normally enjoy having a game delayed and eventually rained out. Especially during the World Series, with all of the tension and excitement built up.

But see, I was planning a pilgrimage to the very gates of Baseball Heaven, a journey to experience last game of the stadium's first season. And what I'd hoped would be a World Series clincher. Before the rainout, such a trip would have occurred on Thursday night with a hasty return to Columbia immediately after the festivities... Only to return to St. Louis that night, as I was already planning to go home for the weekend. (Damn those important Friday classes.) But thanks to Mother Nature, any sort of Game 5 would have to happen on Friday at the earliest. Convenient, as I'll just be taking one trip now.

The 1923 Yankees are the only other team to win the World Series in the first year of a new stadium. 1923. 'The House That Ruth Built.' Now you can't tell me that's not good company to be in. (Ironically enough, Yankee Stadium is going to be closing in '08, for the new one. Definitely going to make my way up there sometime that year. If you didn't know, the Yankees are my other team. What? I was born in Jersey and I've got family up there that swear by the Yankees. And Joe Torre managed the Cardinals for a few years...)

I was looking forward to this season, new stadium and all... Came in with the exciting memory of Pujols' homer last season still fresh in my mind. And through a heart-wrenching season (and postseason) of close calls and dances with elimination, a year that led many to forget what the Cardinals are all about, look at where we are now.

Go Cards. You've exceeded all of our expectations to this point. We're two shy (of clinching) and we've got our last two home games lined up. Let's do it now.

Cardinals Party

Yadier Molina, rounding the bases and cheering, after his dramatic 9th inning home run

Look into my eyes and it's easy to see, one and one make two, two and one make three: It was destiny. - "Tribute" by Tenacious D

And I thought I was tense in the Division Series when Carpenter was walking in a run during the first inning.

Game 7 really was everything I wanted--and more. It was a true fight to the end by both teams. A true nailbiter: I'd never been as genuinely tense as I was during the second through ninth innings. The home run that wasn't; the amazing Chavez catch. The error, terror, and escape from a bases loaded situation in the 6th. The unlikely home run that was. A walk to load the bases for Cardinals-killer, Carlos Beltrán. And the wicked Wainwright curve ball, called strike three, to end the game, the series, and quell the collective tension of Cardinal nation.

Yadier Molina was the hero. It was the Pujols-Lidge home run all over again. But then we had to get through the bottom of the 9th. Cliff Floyd almost became Kirk Gibson. Beltrán almost became Aaron ****in' Boone. Then Wainwright threw his best stuff. I can't say I'd been thorougly impressed with Wainwright's pitch movement and strikeout potential until Tuesday and Thursday, when he provided some mad clutch to save those from certain doom.

I'm still excited from it. It's still sinking in. It was amazing. It was fate.

You can download the full video of game 7 for free, because MLB.com rocks. It's so on my iPod soon.

We're throwing a Cardinals party at my place tonight. It's gonna be rockin'. Message me for details.

Game 7

This was originally written on Facebook, sometime before Game 7 yesterday. Archiving it here, for the hell of it.

Jeff Suppan, hitting a home run

Jeff Suppan's home run in game three was his second career home run. Both were against the same pitcher, Steve Trachsel.

The last pitcher (or Cardinals pitcher?) to hit a home run during the postseason was apparently Bob Gibson of the 1968 Cardinals. In the World Series. Against the Detroit Tigers, of all teams. The Cards had a 3-1 series lead and dropped the last three games.

What does this mean? Absolutely nothing. I just thought it was interesting, as baseball is quite possibly the most superstitious American sport. I heard the little tidbit about Bob Gibson on Sportscenter and dug a little deeper... Heh. Tim McCarver and Mike Shannon were on that '68 team. I bet they'd love a repeat of that World Series.

Game seven tonight had better be good. I almost want to say there's a little bit of fate dealing in this. 2004. Suppan again. Jim Edmonds and The Catch. Except this one was at home, good ol' Busch Stadium.

Time to be clutch, guys.

yar design notes

Wow, the people of Lawrence, KS should be proud.

Looking for web building inspiration like I always do, I stumbled upon lawrence.com and was amazed.

Not just the visual design, which I have to say is some of the most beautiful I've seen on the web in a frequently-updated newspub (most sites of elegant design tend to be for static uses like movie sites or corporations), but the code is fairly clean. Granted... The CSS is massively bloated to my standards (22kb), it's a flaw I'd definitely live with.

Ideas to take into account for my own future reference:


  • iPod or cell friendly features. Lawrence has a mini city guide that's downloadable that you install as iPod notes and can browse & read anywhere.

  • Why did I not realize you can assign more than one class to an HTML object? i.e., lawrence has this for their inline photos (example article):
    {div class="inline inline-right"}...{/div}

    Note that it takes the CSS of class inline and then inline-right. Makes the CSS a lot easier to template so you can overlap things. (i.e. all inline boxes share that inline class.)

  • RSS of everything. Chase & Brian have that lined up for the next 'eater already. And customizable, even.

  • Design is amazing. Colors and transitions are great. (Transition, i.e. how the top menu has that page tear effect and goes into the top logo or the top story.) Sweet separation of columns on the main page. (i.e. Calendar and Local Video) Colors pop pretty well but aren't overwhelming. White bg and black text still dominate but it isn't boring.


Heh, Django. That's what the 'eater is using next year as the backend framework and I think it's amazing how theoretically modular it is. Apparently Django was originally used (and maybe even designed for use) on lawrence.com, The Lawrence Journal-World, and KUsports.com. Which I think is disgusting. I suppose it's time that MU gets back to being the best damned journalism school in the world. Starting with the student paper, lol. (And kicking KU's ass, of course.)

Delusions of grandeur, I'm sure. I kind of want this opportunity to grow into something big huge.

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As an aside, this site's probably going back down on Tuesday because of connection problemos at my house, which is where this site's server runs out of. We'll see what happens after that.

the existentialism of blogging

But what can a decent man speak of with most pleasure?

Answer: Of himself.

(…) I bet you think I am writing this from affectation, to be witty at the expense of men of action; and what is more, that from ill-bred affectation, I am clanking a sword like my officer. But, gentlemen, whoever can pride himself on his diseases and even swagger over them?

Though, after all, every one does do that; people do pride themselves on their diseases, and I do, may be, more than anyone.



Hah, I read that and instantly thought about all of the teenage blogging going on these days. Seems the whole premise of the emo kid blogging era is that your life sucks and you must vocalize that because that is the one connection you will have with other people in the world. It's the whole "people pride themselves on their diseases" thing, because what else is the point of complaining about your very life in a medium which everyone is supposed to see? You're communicating. You are communicating a thought or an idea to them. You're bitching about your life, you're celebrating your ills. Basically, you're doing nothing more than emulating Dostoevsky, and I do say, you're probably not doing it as well.

The more existentialism I read, the more I see why it's turning more and more into this "fad philosophy", it's the "in thing", I suppose. I'm actually disappointed in that correlation because in my mind, it casts a (quite large) stereotype and totally demeans some of the essences of existentialism itself. (Such as always thinking for yourself and not letting others think for you.) But oh lord, I don't want to be anywhere near this sort of philosophy when every emo kid learns that life doesn't suck that bad and starts actually reading philosophy—specifically existentialism. I can also see existentialism being one of those college-timed phases, i.e. "omg I'm out in the world sort of, wow this philosophy is kinda how I feel about my life right now."

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Heh, communicating these thoughts to everyone who bothers to read this. But most of the time, I'm not even writing down the thoughts that truly bother my mind. (At least, not in the past year or so.) Come to think of it, these personal blogs are so useless because you rarely ever truly comprehend what you're actually even writing. It's not thought out, it's just "I did this, I like that, I hated this, my life sucks," drab and overdone. Most of the words that are blogged each day carry absolutely no significance whatsoever the next day.

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I've also made a correlation between my writing personally and my sleeping habits. I've been trying to get back into writing somewhat content-worthy posts on my blog but have been unable to and then today (got 4 only hours of sleep—in the middle of Spring Break!) realized I was quite rambly and maybe at times incoherent, but yet a lot more fluid in my thinking. So perhaps I'll try getting very little sleep again, just to see what kinds of philosophical or societal rubbish I come up with next.

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Hm... So I've only read into maybe 60 pages of that Existentialism book (which Sara got me for my birthday), heh. Gonna try to finish off at least the Notes from the Underground part tomorrow.

And yay, I'm going to be awake in 5 hours. Christ, I suck at sleeping even when I'm dead tired.