Zero Subscribers

For fun I clicked on the Feedburner link on the sidebar to check out whatever information Feedburner might provide to me. I honestly forgot what it provided besides a way for people to subscribe to my blog. Turns out that's it, though it also would tell me how many subscribers I have, how many have been added, how many have fallen off, and how much has changed since the first time I blogged on Squarespace. 

Turns out I have zero subscribers. I've always had zero subscribers. Since the dawn of time during this incarnation of blogging, nobody has made an effort to actually subscribe. Granted, I don't blog anymore, I'm surprised by a total number of zero.

I have 72 followers on my Medium account, but those followers are kind of like Instagram followers; lots of people you know or work with, or kind of know and automatically follow when you see their name. 

I was a prolific blogger beginning around 2001 through 2009, when I was writing for a baseball website. I wasn't good, but I wrote so many posts, daily. My personal bloggings were like a monkey banging on a keyboard, but I felt like it helped me find a voice that eventually turned into writing about baseball. It wasn't a paid thing, but it fed my creative outlet and I found it to be really rewarding. When the baseball site shut down, I kind of folded on my own writing as well. I had some starts and stops, where I'd write for days, weeks, months even. Then I'd hit a wall, not write for weeks and months.

Now I'm at the stage where I haven't regularly written in years. I do think blogging has an individual shelf life, especially if it's for free and not really geared to building an empire of likeminded minions. I loved writing about the Boston Red Sox, and I was really good at it(in my mind, anyway), and the peak was an unpaid role at a defunct website. Maybe I was burnt out? Either way, my writing stopped. In November I wrote a few posts because the itch was there. Then it was gone and this is my first post since then. When I wrote I felt like I had a point(about life, or the Red Sox), and wrapped it up succinctly and it was out of my head and into the zero subscriber universe. 

I've been curious about how blogging survives these days. On Medium the platform estimates the length of time it'll take to read a post. The strange part is it might say it takes 32 minutes to read a post, but it's already been shared by someone 6 minutes after it's been posted. It seems a person or topic might get shared instantly without actually being fully digested. This is especially true with deep dive analytical articles or investigative reporting. I'm not about to say people aren't reading articles or posts, nor am I saying to read between the lines. It's an observation that I've seen and it makes me laugh because it'll take me three days to finish a long read.

This is probably because I have too many tabs open at all times. There's a report somewhere that says something like 2% of humans can actually multitask, and the rest of us are just sabotaging our work ethic. I don't have the link, but Google Is Your Friend.

I don't have a plan to wrap this post up nicely, but I had thought of writing this post initially because every year I renew my Squarespace account and re-up my ownership of Someday I'll need to cut it for financial reasons, or i'll convince myself it's totes worth it to keep the dream alive that I'll pick up my hobby of writing again. So, I will just wrap it up by wishing you a belated Happy New Year. One of my resolutions is to write more during my free time, because at one time it was a super fun thing to do. 

Jon Lester, Legend Already

I had a nice long blog post about Jon Lester turning 33 years old today and my year to date. I hit the tab key and lost it all in some incredible fashion. I guess that's what I get for not saving as I go along. Oh well. I'll try again tomorrow. There were photos in the post I lost, so for sanity sake I'm posting those here. 

New Years Resolution - save your fucking work!

Bill Dahlen, Darling

If Bill Dahlen were alive, he would be 146 years old today. He was born on January 5, 1870. He logged 21 seasons in the big leagues, though it really was 19 plus a couple guest appearances as a player manager.  

When I looked at his page and saw 21 seasons, I automatically assumed he was in the Hall of Fame. When you find out for four seasons he was the all time career games played leader, it furthers that assumption of being a Hall of Famer. I don't know how to break down his era and check to see how many of his contemporaries played for as long as he did, but two decades at the turn of the century is impressive! Reading up on him via Wikipedia reveals he received the highest number of votes without gaining admission to the Hall of Fame via the Veterans Committee in 2013. In true Wikipedia fashion, it hasn't been updated since. 

There are books about Bill Dahlen specifically, and there are books commemorating the forgotten greats of his era. It's inspired me enough to put a couple of them on my Good Reads list. My Good Reads challenge for 2017 is to read 12 books. Perhaps Mr. Dahlen will be the subject of one!

Dahlen played a couple of seasons for the Boston Doves, which existed for only four seasons. They were named such because they wore all white uniforms and were owned by George and John Dovey. They're the team that were once the Boston Beaneaters, Boston Nationals and later they became the Boston Rustlers before becoming the Boston Braves and even later, the Atlanta Braves. 

In Bill Dahlen's life, they were always in Boston. He passed away in 1950, and the team didn't head out to Milwaukee for another 2 seasons. He won a World Series title as a member of the 1905 New York Giants. Perhaps that's part of the reason he spent his remaining days there. 

Some useless information on Mr. Bill Dahlen. He remains 28th all time with 548 stolen bases. 33rd all time in triples. 50th all time in runs scored. 2nd all time in errors committed. 2nd all time in put outs by a shortstop. He hasn't played baseball in 106 years. 

I wonder, if during his Boston days, fans pronounced his name the same way they pronounce 'darling'. Did Boston accents exist like they do today, back then? Questions for another day!

I Can't Count - Happy Birthday, Luis Rivera!

I was going to do a countdown to the day pitchers & catchers report for Spring Training, but I messed up the actual number of days. 

Then I realized I'm not sure if that's what I want to write about. So, Happy Birthday, Luis Rivera!

I'm not really sure I want to write about Luis Rivera, even! I idolized Luis Rivera growing up. Between Luis Rivera and Jody Reed, all I wanted to do was play infield for the Red Sox. It didn't work out, but I still have about 5 of these cards in my parents basement.

One of my new years resolutions was to get back into writing. I'm starting off slow, and going with where my wheelhouse is. Even my wheelhouse is a little rusty. For about three years I was blogging every single day. Before this week, I hadn't really blogged consistently in at least a year, maybe two. 

I had a bit of a half-ass attempt not too long ago, but I haven't really produced anything in a good long while. Which doesn't really mean anything, i suppose. It's something I like to do, but just haven't had the urge to do it. I'm hoping to change that. 

So we'll see if I can keep this resolution going a bit longer.

40 Days until Pitchers & Catchers

Happy January 2nd! The first day of your New Year's Resolutions, after maximum relaxation on January 1st! 

courtesy New York Times. Used without permission.

courtesy New York Times. Used without permission.


Royce Clayton was born on January 2nd, 1970. He played 17 seasons with 11 different teams, including 7 different teams in his final 5 seasons. The last eight games of his career, in 2007, were spent with the Boston Red Sox. In his first game with the Red Sox, he scored a run in an eventual one run game. He didn't score a run, or drive in a run in any of his other appearances. For his contributions, he was awarded a World Series ring. Not too shabby!

After 17 big league seasons, I'm sure Royce Clayton was just happy to have a chance to play on a World Series team. 8 game or zero games. 1 run or no runs. It doesn't really matter. You could argue that without the run he scored, the Red Sox play extras, end up effecting the rest of the season. Maybe it causes more losses. Maybe they don't win the division. So, 1 run is worth the ring. 8 games is worth the ticket to the duck boat parade.



41 Days Until Pitchers & Catchers

Happy New Year! We are 41 days from pitchers and catchers reporting to spring training camp for the Boston Red Sox. 


Tom Seaver wore 41 during his entire career, so it seemed appropriate to kick off the countdown with one of the greatest to wear the number. He wasn't the greatest to wear 41 for the Boston Red Sox(arguably John Lackey owns that title, though the competition is thin), but he gave it the ol' college try. 

Seaver's lone half season with the Red Sox, and his final in the big leagues, was respectable, but a knee injury prevented him was facing the New York Mets in the 1986 World Series. When Seaver's season started, he thought he might end up with the Mets, but that didn't work out. Imagine his luck when the team he did get moved to, faced his old club. 

As we closed the book on 2016, it seems everybody is looking forward to 2017. Maybe 2017 will be like Tom Terrific's last season. Solid, with a couple unexpected turns. We could all benefit from such a season. 

Airplane Movie Reviews

I watched 6 movies on flights to and from Sweden. Here is my quick reference guide if you find yourself trapped on a tin can for 8-9 hours and these movies are options:

The Flight Over

Batman vs. Superman: Imagine a Superman who protects Earth, but who belligerently protects Lois Lane more, because he loves her more than he loves Earth, because because. Imagine Sloth from The Goonies is super wealthy and has all kinds of weapons. Imagine the nerdiest nerd you grew up with, and imagine that nerd orchestrates a battle between belligerent Superman and Slothy Batman. Then imagine Slothy Batman saying "Superman...friend!" after Superman beats Batman up and makes him realize they're both good guys! Then know they'll both be back together to battle someone even more sinister!

Independence Day: Resurgence: It's like the first Independence Day, minus Will Smith. It's great, but everybody from the first one is old. The added element is there will obviously be another movie, because aliens always want to destroy us for our amazing planet energy. As with the first one, the aliens destroy most of the planet, but humans join up and fight back. The world is better together!

A Hologram For A King: Dave Eggers writes great novels. I learned that after watching two clunky action flicks, this was a weird 3rd movie choice. You'll spend the entire time waiting for something bad to happen, only to realize it's a clunky love story. Clunky in the sense that the dialogue seemed a little stinted. In general I thought it was good, but it was missing something. I'm guessing the book is awesome. Slothy Batman might've added some spice to this movie.

The Flight Back

The Nice Guys: In The Nice Guys universe, a lot of people are freelance detectives. And these freelance detectives are all chasing the same people. Small town, I guess. Russell Crowe is one, and secretly I wondered if he was trying his best John Goodman impression. A younger John Goodman would've been great in his role. Ryan Gosling is the lazy detective who is better than he thinks he is. There's a not-so-subtle suggestion that he's an alcoholic, but he overcomes it all when he and Crowe's character figure out the big scam going on and hilarity ensues. Not a bad airplane movie, just takes a while to get started.

We're The Millers: The guy who directed Dodgeball directed We're The Millers. Some of the guys who wrote Wedding Crashers, wrote this movie. I think if you're in the mood for those, you'll be in the mood for We're The Millers. Is it nonsensical? Sure. A bit over the top, ridiculous, unrealistic, silly, and at points dumb? Yes, indeed. Funny enough when you're on a plane for hours and hours? Yes, I'd say so. If you're tired, it's even better. 

Mike and Dave Need Wedding Dates: This is the Batman vs. Superman of comedy movies that I watched. Have you seen American Pie? Imagine the character named Stiffler having a brother, and they need to bring dates to a Hawaiian wedding because their family hates their crazy antics and somehow think dates will keep them in line. And, they use the internet to find dates. Of course, the two women they find are as insane as they are, and hilarity ensues as it is revealed the women aren't the nice-take-home-to-momma types. It was pretty obvious that this was going to be bad. I checked the time of the movie when the flight to Hawaii happened, and they managed to present the story, find women, and jet off to Hawaii in about 22 minutes. To be fair, I'm not the target audience, I don't think. But, I'm pretty sure a decade or more ago, I probably would've paid to see it in the theater.

First post in a long time, but I guess a bunch of mediocre movies will do that!  

Here's My Chance, I'm Gonna Take It!

Once upon a time the Boston Red Sox held public tryouts for anyone between the ages of 18-25. In 1997 I decided to attend a tryout with one of my friends. That age range might not be totally correct, because I was 16 when I went and saw at least one guy who had to be 45 years old. Anyway, I woke my sister up at 7am on a Saturday to drive us down to Bryant College in Rhode Island for my shot at the big leagues. She signed the parental waiver for both of us.

I hadn't played baseball in a team setting since little league, so my gear consisted of hand-me-down soccer cleats from my cousin and blue warm up pants. The warm up pants had a rip in the crotch, so I wore red mesh shorts over them. That's right. I was wearing blue warm up pants with red mesh shorts over them. Somewhere in my parents house there are photos. 

My friend was(is) talented. He's a lefty and played the outfield well. He hit well whenever our friends played softball, so he actually held his own at the tryouts. I, on the other hand, suck as a general rule of thumb, and did not perform well. My friend and I were paired up to run the 100 yard dash. There exists a photo of this dash, and the blurs that represent us from a distance show my friend with a huge lead. 

You know what, though? It was so awesome. Shagging flies(or dropping them, and chasing them), taking swings in the batting cage, running around the was amazing. I don't know if Major League Baseball still has these tryouts, but I hope they exist in some way. A running joke is that I'm waiting on the Red Sox to call me up and sign me to a deal. Almost 20 years later.

Whether I was hitting or fielding, there were uniformed Red Sox coaches hanging around. One guy's nickname was Buzz. Buzz was behind the batting cage when I took my swings against a lefty and missed horribly at just about every pitch. He spared me from whatever thoughts of disgust he likely had about my form. 

I didn't go with any real sense of having a legitimate chance at showcasing any skills. I went so I could blog about it 20 years later. You know what I mean? It was a great time. 

A few years ago Dispatch announced a busking show in Washington Square Park. I took a long lunch break to go watch these guys play. For the same reason. Why not? People paid $100 or more to see Dispatch play at Madison Square Garden. I just had to show up to hear a few songs in the park!

Whenever I have an opportunity to do something and I'm not sure because I'm tired or really should do laundry or some other reason, I sometimes think about my Red Sox tryout and the Dispatch busking show. It just took saying yes to have a ton of fun. 

Happy Opening Day!

Baseball has returned! Specifically, Boston Red Sox baseball has returned!

The last time we saw them, they were playing out the string of another disappointing season. Coincidentally the last time I was blogging (somewhat) regularly, they weren't totally awful. Then they were, and I stopped caring because they stopped caring. But it's a new day. That's what I love about baseball. Every April offers a new hope. Hope springs eternal.

For some sports fans, baseball is the natural progression of seasonal changes. The NCAA tournament coincides with baseball's spring training. Hockey and basketball playoffs coincide with early season baseball. Baseball takes hold for the summer before giving way to football and the winter before we start it up again with hockey and basketball as football winds its season down. Add MLS, UFC, NASCAR, tennis, golf, and occasionally some variation of the Olympics or World Cup games every few years and I think that covers the American sports arena. 

For me, though, sports viewing begins and ends with baseball. When the baseball season ends, I turn to Netflix and Hulu to catch up on stuff I missed over the previous six months. I pay attention to other things. I don't move on to the New England Patriots or the Boston Bruins, or the Celtics. I'm so thoroughly engrossed in baseball that when it ends, I need a breather. I'm impressed with people who passionately jump from season to season, sport to sport. 

I think I like baseball because it's played so often, it's OK if I don 't catch every inning of every game, but I'll also watch a meaningless 5 hour game between the Red Sox and Orioles on a Wednesday. Whereas football is a weekly event, it's OK if I miss a Red Sox game because they're usually playing the next day. There are obvious exceptions when they're playing rivals, or there's a huge matchup. In general though, baseball is the ultimate game to follow. I'm biased, but that's OK. 

Some say the first game can be an indicator of a season. I prefer this as truth when the Red Sox either blow out the opposing team or have a dramatic walk off. I'll deny this as fiction when a starter gets knocked out early and everybody has a terrible first game. I'm fine with contradicting myself depending on the outcome year to year.

I don't have any predictions for the Red Sox this season. Part of me says they'll win the World Series, part of me says they'll end up in third place. I suspect it'll be somewhere between the two, and if they win the whole thing, it'll be a epic journey. 

Benefits of Taking A Break

I don't think I'm the only one in the universe who has decided, at one time or another, to take a break from social media. Whether it's Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, or all of the above and whatever other social media I didn't include. 

I first stepped away during Lent two years ago, and then stepped away last January for about 3 months. The first time it was just Facebook, and it made me appreciate Instagram in a whole different way. With Instagram, there's less discussion. People post, people Like and/or Comment, and that's about it. Unless you're a Kardashian, there aren't many real discussions. It's just, hey, here I am, someplace awesome, and I'm sharing it with you. I would rank Instagram as my favorite social media app.

The second time I stepped away, it was a full stop. No Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, anything. I didn't have any profound discovery, except that I realized I didn't miss a whole lot from not constantly checking in on the world. I disconnected so fully, I signed up for email blasts from breweries I followed, and things like Humans of New York and photographers that I enjoy the work of. I added birthday reminders to my Google calendar, and news apps to satiate the need for random articles. 

The second social media break proved to be hugely helpful in finding new outlets for interesting things. For instance, I relied heavily on Flipboard, an app that aggregates news articles based on your interests. It's great for commutes or waiting in a doctor's office. Fairly short articles about things I like. It's the first thing I check in the morning. More recently, I discovered, which isn't a typo. will lead you to a non-descript website that offers you to take a survey. is a aggregator of articles that have been shared by members. In September I signed up for their Top 5, which is  daily email featuring 5 long reads that might be featured in the NYT, WSJ, or something similar. This week featured an article by a New Republic reporter in the middle of a Trump rally. Another article, this one from Texas Monthly, recounts a woman who was injured in a mass shooting in 1966. Lastly, there was a link to a long Sports Illustrated article about Sidd Finch, an older article but updated recently. I haven't read any of these fully yet, but over the course of a few days I will. I highly recommend signing up for 

I also signed up for SBNation's MLB daily email. It is awesome! Imagine all of the great stories surrounding baseball, linked and emailed every morning. It's a game changer. Aside from FlipBoard, this is the first thing I check in the morning.

Like my last post, I don't have any point to today's entry. That's probably going to be the norm. As I work my way into writing more often, maybe cohesive ideas will congeal. Until then, here's "Axel F" from Beverly Hills Cop. I hope you get up and dance.

Getting Back Into It

For the better part of four years I wrote daily, mostly about the Boston Red Sox and Major League Baseball. I wrote along with a group of writers that tried in vain to create an online presence for one of the oldest baseball magazines in the country. I'm proud of what I wrote, and how much it contributed to my style and growth as a writer. I like to think that those four years were the groundwork for whatever future writing I might do. I also like to believe we were successful in cultivating a online community, even if there was an end.

And that's sort of where I'm at now. I haven't written daily since roughly October 2012. I've started blog posts and deleted them. I've had grand ideas and then pushed them aside. I've thought about re-starting my original concept of celebrating a baseball player's birthday on any given day, and that too hasn't materialized. I've recently considered that perhaps I'm just finished with writing about baseball. I love watching it, and reading other people's views. Last year I tried a different approach to writing about baseball, but gave up around the same time the Red Sox did.

Part of the problem is I'm not interested in being provocative, or offering blog posts that opine on everything that's going on in the world. Though, part of me does want to do that. Part of me wants to write a scathing post about how awful Donald Trump is, or how the Sanders / Clinton battle will play out.  I'd probably just link to other people's article. I'd probably regurgitate someone else's viewpoint.  I'd probably share something that has already been shared on Facebook or Twitter and reposted, blogged about, and linked a thousand times over. Social media has changed the way I write, because chances are someone has already said what I want to say, and have already shared it way better than I could possibly share something.

This has become a stream of consciousness*, because I don't have a point, ultimately. Though, I just googled the definition of stream of consciousness and haven't figured out if I used that phrase correctly. I'm going to hope I did. 

Since I don't have an ultimate point, let me share a couple of things.

Disturbed doesn't fit in my musical flavor palette most days, but I came across their version of Simon & Garfunkel's "The Sound of Silence", and I think it is a fantastic cover. I suggest turning this up and rocking out.

I'm pretty sure I've linked to Josh Wilker's Cardboard Gods website. He's written a few great books, and writes on his website regularly. He writes to cards he has collected throughout life, and every post is worth reading. I recently read his Ray Fosse post, and it reminded me what I really enjoy about his writing. Ray Fosse was infamously injured by Pete Rose during an All-Star game, and Josh wrote about it a bit.

My favorite line: "This is the danger all of us face, I guess: bitterness. We fall into a pattern of perpetually forgetting the sun is always shining, the sky is always boundless."

* - I actually didn't spell it correctly when I first typed it. I thought it was Stream of Conscious, no -ness.  I hope you don't think less of me.

What's Happening To The Red Sox?

On August 18th, the Red Sox announced Dave Dombrowski as the president of baseball operations. The Saturday prior to that, Red Sox owner John Henry told Ben Cherington that the team was talking to Dombrowski. 

Although announced today by NESN that play-by-play announcer Don Orsillo would be replaced next season by Dave O'Brien, Orsillo was first told about 10 days ago. 10 days ago is right about the same time Dombrowski was agreeing to join the Red Sox.

Obviously Dombrowski isn't involved in this, but it's really interesting that both of these things were decided within about 24 hours of each other. 

So here's a conspiracy theory; John Henry and co. are selling the team. By bringing in Dombrowski, a known commodity to do well with trades, he can take a fully stock minor league system and improve the team without totally sacrificing the talent they've acquired and home grown in the minors. Ideally a strong showing in 2016 showcases the franchise and Henry and co. pass the team over to another owner. Dombrowski sticks around as long as ownership remains, but moves on when the sale is complete.

How does Orsillo play into this? By removing a well liked fan favorite like Orsillo, it allows a future owner to handpick their own talent, without creating any negative light right away. 

It's a stretch, but is it really? I guess we'll find out soon enough.

Flat Tires Are The Worst

Since 2010 I have biked more than two thousand miles. Most of these miles have been in New York City and Brooklyn in particular. About 400 have been mainly in the borough of Queens. 

Until I moved to Queens and upgraded my tires to hybrid sport tires, I had maybe four flats while riding the streets of New York. Since the upgrade, it seems as though I puncture a tire within fifty miles. 

I'm not sure if this is tied to the streets and the debris that I'm riding over, or if it's a reflection of the tires I'm riding with. I suspect it has more to do with the former. In Brooklyn, 90% of my riding was on protected lanes, and in some cases dedicated bike paths on the sidewalk. Maybe half of my routes in Queens are in bike lanes, and there are only a few stretches of completely protected bike lanes.

I also upgraded my tracking, opting for Strava instead of Map My Ride. though Map My Ride shows my rides from 2010 through part of 2014. 2012 was an epic year. I biked almost 600 miles that year. Just looking at that number makes me consider whether I've really tried hard enough to get on the bike recently.

My building has a gym, but I never think to jump on a stationary bike when I have a flat tire. It's not because I'm lazy. It has more to do with the fact that riding a bike in the streets offers a lot more. Physically, I think it's more demanding. Mentally though, I don't think a stationary bike comes close. There's something almost meditative about taking out the bike and going on a 15-20 mile ride. Hopefully that makes sense to more than just me.

I used to take a lot of photos while riding, but I've trimmed my photos down to one or two per ride. It's about the ride, isn't it, not really whether you can share every moment of it? 

I didn't have a nice way to wrap this post up, so here are some photos from recent rides.

Dog Does Backflip, Hilarity Ensues!

I could google search a dog doing a back flip, but I'll leave that to you.

Humans of New York has been in Pakistan for the past week or so, highlighting the lives of many people in the region. The last few days have focused on the slave labor that exists within the brick industry. There was a crowdfunding, and 40,000 people helped raise $1,000,000 in 12 hours. 

That's a pretty amazing thing to see happen, isn't it? 40,000 people put an average of $25 towards a cause to free a family from an insanely unfair bondage related to a kiln in Pakistan. 


Wherever your political affiliations are positioned, you can't help but notice Vermont senator Bernie Sanders's summer ride as the hopeful for the Democratic nomination for the next President of the United States. Apparently Bernie Sanders has little chance. Apparently he's too left, too much of a socialist, and way too inexperienced with a large country, foreign relations, and pretty much everything outside of Vermont. I think that covers it.

He has also managed to raise $15,000,000 from about 250,000 people, with 99% of donations under $250. The article I linked is old, so there might be new numbers. 

What's interesting about this, is Bernie Sanders isn't following the same route as a lot of other presidential hopefuls. He's tapping into the everyday person. $15 million dollars. That's impressive. In an era where it's a depressing reality that a person need millions upon millions of dollars to run for the highest office in the land, it's a refreshing reality that perhaps a candidate doesn't need to be beholden to whatever interest group gives money. 

Donald Trump(he could be a separate post later) even spoke about the joke that fundraising has become during the first GOP debate. He essentially said he gives money, and whoever he gives money to shows up when they're asked. There's a photo of Hillary Clinton at Trump's wedding that sort of hammers this home. 

At the end of the day, or in this case the election, neither Bernie Sanders nor Donald Trump will likely be in the conversation. However, imagine if they were? It seems the summer is when only the marginal candidates are making news...and usually as the butt of a joke. Maybe this time is different? Trump caters to people sick and tired of the boring politician. Sanders caters to people who want to hear original ideas and someone who isn't bound by who donates the most. Combine the hilarious crazy attitude of Trump with the sensible values of Sanders? What would happen? It would only help the race, as far as I can see.


My point of both stories, is that perhaps the people that control most of the money in the world aren't all that powerful. If lots of people with similar views get together, it seems possible to make a difference. In Sanders's case it might be a stretch, but isn't it worth it, if only to change the conversation a bit? 



No, not really! But I like the click bait title, so there you go.

Air quality is so bad in Beijing that researchers are estimating that every person in the area is inhaling the equivalent of 1.5 cigarettes every hour. That is serious toxic fumes! It's amazing that this isn't bigger news.

The Taxi King of Queens is crumbling, thanks to Uber. I listened to NPR's Planet Money's recent episode that interviewed Gene Friedman and touched on the impact of Uber on owning taxi medallions in NYC. It was an interesting discussion, and a larger one that implicates livery regulation on a whole. One the one hand, taxi companies must adhere to regulations that include providing vehicles that at ADA compliant. Uber has no such requirements. In fact, Uber has so such vehicles. Uber actually doesn't pick up people with wheelchairs. You can google Uber and ADA Compliance and find numerous articles referencing law suits. It's interesting, Uber skirts the ADA requirement by stating that they're a technology company, not a transportation company. There's an industry waiting to happen for a fleet of ADA compliant van drivers.

Back to my initial point on the Taxi King and Uber. Taxi companies and drivers alike are complaining that Uber is not regulated and pretty much free to do as they please. Uber and its drivers are arguing that they're filling a void for people who can't easily grab a cab in the city. They're both right. The thing that I find funny is you don't hear about the taxi companies working on their own mobile app to compete with Uber. Maybe it's because Uber added an Uber Taxi option, which allows you to request a taxi for a $2 surcharge. 

Imagine if the taxi companies hired away developers from Uber, or just hired capable developers on their own, and then we had competing mobile apps? Prices would probably drop, and people would get where they need to be. Instead, we have Uber skirting ADA laws, taxi owners complaining, and a stalemate where people would benefit if both sides figured out the best way to duke it out.

I saw Kill The Alarm last night. First time in a few years, but they were great. It took me back to college, when I saw the lead singer perform in tiny places like a frat house living room and a bar with 4 patrons. Good times.

Pat Venditte Called Up

If you love baseball, and baseball makes you happy, then the story of Pat Venditte is right up your alley. 

Pat Venditte is the first Switch Pitcher in the big leagues since 1894. The Oakland A's called Venditte up today after he posted a 1.36 ERA over 33 innings at the AAA level. Because of Venditte's unique pitching style, MLB needed to add a rule specific to switch pitching; Venditte must announce his intended throwing arm, and he must not switch arms until an at bat has ended. 

Check out the hilarious back and forth from Venditte's low minor league days when this was an unresolved issue. Start it around the one minute mark.:

Game 52 vs. Minnesota Twins: 10 Gifs To Give

The Red Sox haven't played since Sunday's impressive display of not giving any sh*ts against the Texas Rangers. Their overall play over the season has been pretty bad, but between Pablo Sandoval's oley bullshit on Sunday and John Farrell's decision to walk Prince Fielder against Koji Uehara(no hits in 8 at bats) to get to Josh Hamilton(4 hits in 13 at bats), there is only one reaction to the Red Sox up to this point of the season.

Since it seems the Red Sox aren't interested in immediately turning this ship around, here are 9 other gifs to give. 

Despite every hope, dream, and prayer by Red Sox fans seems 2015 is quickly going the way of the 2014 season. It seems it might be even be worse than the Bobby Valentine scorched earth disaster.

Not to turn this into a The Office Gif Re-Mix, I'll throw out the other one that speaks to me. It speaks to everyone who has regularly spent 3 hours of their day watching the Red Sox throw up another stinker.

Remember, on April 17,when the Red Sox were 7-3? Oh, good times. The Red Sox GM looked so smart with a bunch of middle rotation starters. Who needed an ace?

Hanley Ramirez had a great homecoming! He hit 10 home runs in his first 21 games, and looked poised to fill that offensive void. 

Then he hit a wall, quite literally. In 26 games since, he has hit 2 home runs and his average is in the .230's over that time.

Remember the days of Mookie Betts and Xander Bogaerts kicking everyone's ass? The highlight reels. The epic go ahead runs, heads up baserunning, all around awesome style of play?

Between Xander, Betts, and Brock Holt, it seems Red Sox fans have more than just one source of hope.

So, maybe it's not the end of the world. Maybe there is hope. Maybe the Red Sox can find a way to stop sucking.

Maybe the Brock Star can join forces with the other young players.

Maybe Eduardo Rodriguez can put Clay Buchholz and the entire pitching staff on his shoulders!

Maybe 2015 will end in another champagne supernova!

More likely is the Red Sox will continue their slide, John Farrell will be fired, and David Ortiz will be the only player to have an admirable resurgence the rest of the way. However, this is, not So, here we are.