Thursday, November 5, 2009
I bet Arod spent all morning doing that...
Check out my new blog header! Of course, how could you miss it? I call that my 'cat who caught the canary' look.
The Yankees won last night, and I was at my favorite old man dive bar to witness it. Testify! Oh, there are few funnier things than watching geriatrics ignore their arthritis by jumping up and down and high-fiveing eachother. The Phillies were stupid for thinking Pedro Martinez could actually pull off another win (I'm a Mets fan, so I know these things). Ha ha! Phillies suck! (The Mets suck more... but go screw, naysayers!)
Speaking of baseball...
I am reading Moneyball right now, by Michael Lewis. Beside there being a ton of statistical minutia that I could care less about, there are a bunch of revealing tidbits about the culture of professional baseball and it's reliance on superstition and pseudo-science when assessing player's performance. One thing about the book that has struck me so far was that looks used to be a factor in determining whether someone should get drafted. There was (is still?) a certain kind of "face" that scouts would look for when choosing ballplayers from colleges and highschools. There was also a certain type of preferred body (ooh, the homoerotic undertones!) aside from any actual proof that it had any bearing whatsoever on how someone could play. There are a bunch of other quasi-interesting facts in the book so far (I'm halfway through), including some great arguments on why some statistics (that are still used) just shouldn't even exist, ex: errors. It is also the story of Billy Beane, the general manager of the Oakland A's who was a pro ball player in the 80's, and who did fit all of the bullshit statistical facial/body requirements, but still never had a successful career. Apparently, this stuck in his craw a little, and as an adult, he became fascinated with choosing players based solely on real statistical data- that being chiefly on-base percentage, and slugging percentage.
Jesus, I'm even boring myself talking about that crap. It would be interesting to know where the facial requirement came from, though. Lewis doesn't go into it, but I'm sure it probably has something to do with physiognomy (which I wrote a paper about in college) and other such racist hogwash.
Anyhoo... I am going to really embarrass my boyfriend right now, and tell everyone that I shaved his cock, balls, and ass last night. Ha ha! It was tremendously intimate and fun. And sooo needed. Phew!
In other news, as I was walking home last night, a lady freaked out on me because she thought I was someone famous, although she could not say who. I am going to go out on a limb and say that she probably thought I was Tina Fey... I am getting a lot of that lately (weird!). I don't know who she thought I was, because I promptly ran down into the subway. It's the glasses. I used to get a lot of, "Oh, you look like that Lisa Loeb!" when she was popular as well. Yick. This was the first time I actually had someone scream and freak out on me, though. Although now I think I should have tried to sign her tits.
Posted by Mistress Veronica NYC at 6:47 PM