Entering the Win Column in Style: Cavaliers vs Grizzlies, Behind the Box Score
October 28, 2015Haden, Gipson, Robertson could play Sunday against Arizona
October 29, 2015Happy Thursday, WFNYers. The Cleveland Cavaliers are in the win column after a squeaker in Memphis, and we finally have a welcome distraction from the purgatory that is Browns fandom. I trust that youâve all picked out your Cleveland-sports-themed Halloween costumes for this weekend? I might just tell all my friends inviting me to Halloween functions that my costume is a Browns Super Bowl champion and then never show up.
I was in New York City most of the week for work purposes. It was one of those business conferences where you swap business cards like there’s a prize for giving out the most, pretend youâre interested in your peersâ handling of derivative in intellectual property in licensing transactions, and throw around buzzwords like âinnovationâ without having a clue what it means. Theyâre world class exhibitions in silliness.
Naturally, I took this as an opportunity to traipse around some of New York, a place I hadnât been to since I was about ten years old. New York Cityâs dirty. Itâs noisy. Itâs busy. Itâs mad. Itâs huge. Itâs filled with tall buildings (neat!) and Yankee gear (barf!). Itâs also pretty cool. Youâd have a hard time arguing itâs not a really cool city â a city where you can feel things happening in the air. The allure of it is understandable. I also had inexplicably awful Wi-Fi, so was ironically isolated from the outside world despite being in the middle of one of the biggest masses of humanity on the planet.1 Did I miss the permanent, ceaseless connectivity we’ve come to associate with everyday life? Not really.
This isnât a PSA about how you just have to travel or anything like that. If anything, I realized that there are places in my own neighborhood I havenât traveled to. So Iâll urge everyone to do some the following. Disconnect once in a while. Watch the Cavs game without Twitter. Donât check your email for hours, or maybe even an entire evening (gasp!). Watch the Browns game with people youâve never met. Donât be afraid to be alone. Talk to strangers. Watch fourteen innings of baseball with some new friends. Buy a drink for a fellow traveler. Try to navigate the labyrinthine subway.2 Play in a new park. Go to a museum. Browse a bookstore in an eclectic neighborhood. Wander around a college campus. Stay up late. Ride a bike somewhere unfamiliar. Go sightseeing in your own neighborhood. Go on adventures. Go exploring, damn it. It’s a magical world.
Because of the aforementioned internet/travel situation, I actually bought and read some of a magazine. You know, those weird things with all the glossy pages and perfume samples. I bought a copy of Vanity Fair, in part because itâs my one indulgence that makes me feel “cultured,” and in part because there was a scantily clad Rihanna on the cover caressing a vintage car.
One of the features in the issue was a Michael Lewis profile on Tom Wolfe. Together, Lewis, author of Moneyball and Flash Boys, and Wolfe, author of The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test and The Bonfire of the Vanities, are two of my favorite writers and have produced some of the best non-fiction books in the last fifty years.3 Do you ever have those moments when you know what you like and you like what you like, and then the seemingly disparate things you like collide, prompting an epiphany that your interests are more connected than you realize? Itâs like a light bulb goes on, and the world suddenly makes a little more sense. I had that sensation when Matt Taibbi (Rollingstone, The Divide) mentioned Bill Simmons (The Book of Basketball, Grantland) in the foreword to Hunter S. Thompsonâs Fear and Loathing on the Campaign Trail â72, and again during the Lewis profile during a story about Tom Wolfe stealing an invitation to a Black Panther party (presumably the same one Forrest Gump attended) from David Halberstamâs (Breaks of the Game, Playing for Keeps) desk.
Lewis’s profile of Wolfe is notable for several reasons â Lewis telling of Wolfeâs aimless path to discover his career, Wolfe suggesting that his career wouldnât be replicable today in light of the internet, Wolfe calling the Yale professors reviewing his dissertation âstupid [n. (plural)-expletive beginning with the letter “f”], Lewis describing the seven years of research Wolfe did for The Right Stuff, Wolfe telling a story about Hunter S. Thompson and a marine distress signal, and Lewisâ daughter questioning Wolfeâs âoutgoingâ fashion choices.
Despite all that, I had trouble picking an excerpt that properly conveyed the joy of reading Lewis’ and Wolfe’s books, so hereâs an excerpt that Lewis (a lifelong admirer of Wolfe) selected from The Right Stuff, Wolfeâs classic on military test pilots and the beginning of the American space program. Itâs long, but to be fair itâs technically only five or so sentences with all of Wolfe’s ellipses. This is one of the passages that showed me how much delight and joy can be conveyed with a refreshing and relentlessly funny writing voice. I was thrilled that he chose it because it’s long been one of my favorites, and I wouldn’t be writing about the Cavs or Browns or anything without it and the countless others like it from Wolfe and others. As Lewis describes, Wolfe’s words leap off the page (and screen)
Anyone who travels very much on airlines in the United States soon gets to know the voice of the airline pilot ⊠coming over the intercom ⊠with a particular drawl, a particular folksiness, a particular down-home calmness that is so exaggerated it begins to parody itself (nevertheless!âitâs reassuring) ⊠the voice that tells you, as the airliner is caught in thunderheads and goes bolting up and down a thousand feet at a single gulp, to check your seat belts because âit might get a little choppyâ ⊠the voice that tells you (on a flight from Phoenix preparing for its final approach into Kennedy Airport, New York, just after dawn): âNow, folks, uh ⊠this is the captain ⊠ummmm ⊠Weâve got a little olâ red light up here on the control panel thatâs tryinâ to tell us that the landin gearsâre not ⊠uh ⊠lockin into position when we lower âem ⊠Now ⊠I donât believe that little olâ red light knows what itâs talkin aboutâI believe itâs that little olâ red light that iddnâ workinâ rightâ ⊠faint chuckle, long pause, as if to say, Iâm not even sure all this is really worth going intoâstill, it may amuse you ⊠âBut ⊠I guess to play it by the rules, we oughta humor that little olâ light ⊠so weâre gonna take her down to about, oh, two or three hundred feet over the runway at Kennedy, and the folks down there on the ground are gonna see if they caint give us a visual inspection of those olâ landinâ gearsââwith which he is obviously on intimate olâ-buddy terms, as with every other working part of this mighty shipâ âand if Iâm right ⊠theyâre gonna tell us everything is copacetic all the way arounâ anâ weâll jes take her on inâ ⊠and, after a couple of low passes over the field, the voice returns: âWell, folks, those folks down there on the groundâit must be too early for âem or somethinââI âspect they still got the sleepers in their eyes ⊠âcause they say they caint tell if those olâ landinâ gears are all the way down or not ⊠But, you know, up here in the cockpit weâre convinced theyâre all the way down, so weâre jes gonna take her on in ⊠And ohâ ⊠(I almost forgot) ⊠âwhile we take a little swing out over the ocean anâ empty some of that surplus fuel weâre not gonna be needinâ anymoreâthatâs what you might be seeinâ cominâ out of the wingsâour lovely little ladies ⊠if theyâll be so kind ⊠theyâre gonna go up and down the aisles and show you how we do what we call âassuminâ the positionâ â ⊠another faint chuckle (We do this so often, and itâs so much fun, we even have a funny little name for it) ⊠and the stewardesses, a bit grimmer, by the looks of them, than that voice, start telling the passengers to take their glasses off and take the ballpoint pens and other sharp objects out of their pockets, and they show them the position, with the head lowered ⊠while down on the field at Kennedy the little yellow emergency trucks start roaring across the fieldâand even though in your pounding heart and your sweating palms and your broiling brainpan you know this is a critical moment in your life, you still canât quite bring yourself to believe it, because if it were ⊠how could the captain, the man who knows the actual situation most intimately ⊠how could he keep on drawlinâ and chucklinâ and driftinâ and lollygagginâ in that particular voice of hisâ
Well!âwho doesnât know that voice! And who can forget it!âeven after he is proved right and the emergency is over.
That particular voice may sound vaguely Southern or Southwestern, but it is specifically Appalachian in originâŠ. In the late 1940âs and early 1950âs this up-hollow voice drifted down from on high, from over the high desert of California, down, down, down, from the upper reaches of the Brotherhood into all phases of American aviationâŠ. Military pilots and then, soon, airline pilots, pilots from Maine and Massachusetts and the Dakotas and Oregon and everywhere else, began to talk in that poker-hollow West Virginia drawl, or as close to it as they could bend their native accents. It was the drawl of the most righteous of all the possessors of the right stuff: Chuck Yeager. [From Chapter 3, The Right Stuff.]
Your daily Calvin and Hobbes. Todayâs C&H strip is inspired by the Brownsâ lackluster and unwatchable performance against the Rams on Sunday. #CouldntIBeSedatedForThis? #Browns
And now for the random 90s song of the day. Itâs time for some vintage Beck â ironic, self-deprecating, and full of loathing. Itâs infinite times better than his new pop-garbage single âDreams.â âLoserâ might also have the strange lyrics of all time. Like the lyrics, the video is wonderfully nonsensical and bizarre. Plus, if this edition of While Weâre Waiting⊠hasnât convinced you, Iâm quite the loser. Not much sports talk today, but Iâll spill more words on the Cavs in the coming months than anyone in their right mind should, so look out for that.
In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey ⊠.
- Did I have my phone? Yes. But I don’t use a lot of data on my phone, and use it primarily for calling, texting, and the occasional set of directions. [↩]
- If your city has one. Or the bus system or whatever public transportation is offered. [↩]
- The Bonfire of the Vanities, it should be noted, is a novel. [↩]
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Visited Manhattan in January. Can’t wait to go back.
SOOO much foood…
Yeah, NYC is one of my favorite places. Two recommendations for new visitors: 1. Don’t be afraid of the subway, Google maps makes it brainless. 2. Walk EVERYWHERE that you don’t take the subway. Wander into small bars/restaurants. The fun is in the discovery. There are so many neighborhoods in Manhattan that feel “small” and so approachable.
I’ve lived in NYC for 8 years. There are a lot of things I hate about the place, but the good aspects *almost* make up for it.
If you want burger or pizza recommendations give a shout.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZLlLtSG7xe4
Going in back the Spring.
Whacha got?
My five favorite burgers:
1. Black Label at Minetta Tavern. Kicked off the dry aged craze and made LaFrieda blends a thing. It’s close to $30 for a burger but worth it to try at least once. http://aht.seriouseats.com/archives/2009/03/secrets_of_minetta_taverns_black_label_burger_1.html
2. Lot 2 in Park Slope- Huge, flavorful burger. http://aht.seriouseats.com/archives/2011/07/lot-2-grass-fed-burger-review-south-park-slope-greenwood-heights-brooklyn-ny.html
3. Bar Sardine burger- Tiny spot in the West Village. Awesome burger but it is very cramped in there. http://www.barsardinenyc.com/
4. Emily Burger- Went here for my birthday this year. Another dry aged burger, very popular right now and lives up to the hype. They do a limited number so you need to get there early http://ny.eater.com/2015/5/28/8624333/emily-pizza-brooklyn-burger-review
5. Brindle Room- made from steakhouse trimmings. Great value. http://aht.seriouseats.com/archives/2010/07/the-brindle-room-dry-aged-burgers-review-east-village-nyc.html
Other good ones can be found at Whitman’s in the East Village, Donovan’s Pub in Woodside, J.G. Melon is a classic but I was underwhelmed, Burger Joint at the Parker Meridien Hotel. The lamb burger at the Breslin is also great.
Pizza:
1. Sam’s in Cobble Hill. Feels like you’re eating in a rec room. The pizza is outstanding and the owner is a grumpy old Italian man. http://ny.eater.com/2010/11/12/6710425/leave-the-attitude-at-the-door-at-sams-restaurant#4304716
2. L&B Spumoni Gardens. It’s Sicilian style, Their sauce is delicious. http://slice.seriouseats.com/archives/2012/06/l-and-b-spumoni-gardens-vs-the-square.html
3. Adrienne’s Pizza Bar. Grandma pizzas. Doesn’t get a lot of accolades but I’ve never been disappointed. http://www.adriennespizzabarnyc.com/
4. Totonno’s. One of the first pizza places in the country. The perfect example of NY style pizza http://ny.eater.com/2013/6/7/6423315/a-visit-to-coney-island-institution-totonnos
5. Speedy Romeo. They do a St. Louis style that I like a lot. http://www.speedyromeo.com/#home
6. Paulie Gee’s. Great pizza but the wait is a killer. http://pauliegee.com/
There are still a lot of pizza places I need to get to.
One of my favorite episodes of “The Office” is when Michael Scott goes to New York, New York (“the city so nice they named it twice,” he says. “The other name is Manhattan”). He introduces us to his favorite New York pizza place: Sbarro.
Not a big Office fan but that’s a great scene.
Interesting link. Blue Jays hire Shapiro, now going on the cheap…or Blue Jays going on the cheap, decide to hire Shapiro:
http://deadspin.com/gm-alex-anthopoulos-shockingly-leaves-the-blue-jays-wh-1739365959
I don’t think anyone thought what AA was doing wasn’t anything more than a 2 year window. He purged prospects for win-now in a desperate country for postseason baseball.
Thing is: Shapiro is completely tone deaf on how he handled it. Imagine someone coming in 1995 and stating Indians traded away too many pitching prospects. Even if true, you cannot be blatant about it when the fans/media of the team are so uber-excited on finally getting a playoff run.
Hey now, this is Canada being rude might have a different meaning up there, like declining to chug a bottle of maple syrup for all we know.
I agree. And I’m also not sure why someone as experienced as Shapiro would even want to be the axe man, the guy who comes in and puts the organization on a strict diet. You come in and can the guy who spent his way to rejuvenate the organization–doesn’t that get you off to a terrible start with the fan base (who probably already views you as a tight wad, Delucci-bin shopper)? Why take that risk, when you already had it cushy here?
My thought is that he was nudged out of here more than we know, and they wanted to give Antonetti a true shot at it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KK5YGWS5H84&list=RDKK5YGWS5H84
Toronto fans can’t wait for $1 Poutin nights and fireworks!
1.) Who knows exactly how the conversation went. Shapiro is smart enough to understand what AA’s was trying to do. It’s just an approach he doesn’t agree with. I have a hard time believing he came in and said, “you’re an idiot”. 2.) Like mentioned in the Deadspin article, this is who Shapiro is and the Jays hired him to do what he does. I don’t think you can be too critical of a guy coming in and doing exactly what he was brought in to do. 3.) It might have been tone deaf, but that probably was part of the point. Shapiro was telling AA, I’m in charge now. If you don’t like it, leave. And the message got across. 4.) I feel bad for Blue Jays fans.
That’s like eighty US cents!
You, sir, have obviously never been to Cah-Nay-Dee-Ahh. You do not chug maple syrup; you savor it.
(swirling and taking a taste) mmmmm, 1945 from the upper BC region, eh.
My personal wild guess is the declining attendance of the past 3 seasons even despite the competitive (but not great) teams did the nudging for him. He probably figured if less fans show up for Tito teams than that wretched 2012 team, then he needed to find a new home while he still could.
on #3, I just think it could have been done better (than as being reported). don’t blast what had been done, just give future direction on how it is going to be. subtle difference there, but it’s huge in terms of how it’s portrayed.
Tom Wolfe, Jimmy Breslin, Charles Portis, and Dick Schaap were all part of the newsroom at the New York Herald Tribune at the same time. Not all household names, but that’s still a lineup of some pretty heavy literary names.
Maybe. Just a tough situation. “Hey, you know that guy who just turned this franchise around? I’m here to replace him. And oh, I disagree with his approach completely. Yeah, the same approach that just got you to the playoffs for the first time in twenty some years.”
Not to mention, Shapiro has always been straight forward to a fault.
Yeah, this has made me think twice about what might have gone down here in Cleveland. When the Jays announced the hiring, I assumed it singled that Shapiro had completely transitioned to the business side and away from on-field related decisions. Not the case!
That’s a steal!
Are you sure it is not Chah-Nay-Dee-Ahh? Either way, we have established that Shapiro is clearly a syrup guzzler not sipper correct?
Ah Tom Wolfe. Love the mention here. Oh to write at a time when you could pen a sentence like…
“There is all this about how good old boys would wake up in the middle of the night in the apple shacks and hear an overcharged engine roaring over Brushy Mountain and say, “Listen at him — there he goes!”, although that part is doubtful, since some nights there were so many good old boys taking off down the road in supercharged automobiles out of Wilkes County, and running loads to Charlotte, Salisbury, Greensboro, Winston-Salem, High Point, or wherever, it would be pretty hard to pick one out.” (From his Esquire profile of Junior Johnson, buy the way)
…and not have the reader completely give up half way through and star playing Angry Birds.
Now: “You literally won’t believe how many of these redneck truckers supercharged their trucks!”
Under AA, the Blue Jays have played almost exactly .500 ball and made the playoffs just once, almost certainly giving up the chance to be competitive in 2017 and the next few years to do so. Yeah, what have you done for me lately wins the public affection, but I can’t believe that Jays fans think AA leaving is worth the gnashing of teeth.
Where is the evidence that the Blue Jays are going cheap? It’s probably true that Rogers wants to cut costs, as the Jays are responsible to shareholders, unlike many other teams, but all I see there is evidence that AA whined to a reporter.
Crap… I like “Dreams” đ The lyrics are meh, but without being too geeky, I love the notes he chose versus the ones he didn’t. They don’t seem like they should work, but then they do.
This song should always be allowed everywhere. That is all.
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