Mini-golf search

OK, let’s do this like this.

What I need: Your help.

What I seek: An outdoor,  18-hole obstacle-based mini-golf course within a half hour of New York City, preferably with at least one colorful moving object somewhere in the field of play. Does that exist somewhere?

What I already know about: Various terrain-based mini-golf courses in New York City and its environs, many of which I have played, several of which I have strong opinions about, one of which I have been banned from for life. Technically, at least. I’ve actually been back there multiple times since the ban was enacted and no one said anything, probably because their so-called lifetime ban was half-hearted at best. Turns out you can snap a putter over your knee in quasi-kidding, quasi-real frustration and go back to the same course a month later without penalty.

What I fondly remember: Nunley’s, the tiny amusement park on the border of Baldwin and Freeport on Long Island, which featured an awesome-in-my-memory mini-golf course that had a spinning whirling thing, a loop-dee-loop, and various other hilarious distractions. Could it be that this type of course has always been the outlier, and I have just assumed there used to be more like it because it so happened the course I grew up playing mini golf on was that way? Or did the cost of operations on courses like that one drive mini-golf course operators to reconfigure their grounds toward the terrain-based courses that dominate the landscape today?

Why I care: Because mini golf is awesome, especially when there are obstacles. Also, I might as well practice for that bachelor party I’m going to in Lake George later in the summer, so when I get there I can be all, “oh hey guys, haha, maybe we should play a little mini golf” and then dominate my friends in mini golf thanks to rounds and rounds of practice. WHO’S ALWAYS LAST PICK IN PICKUP BASKETBALL NOW, GUYS? Oh it’s still me.

What you should do: Tell me about any course you know of that meets these requirements by email or on Twitter or in the comments section below.

What’s also worth noting: There’s a pretty awesome-looking terrain-based course on Randall’s Island, it turns out, right under the RFK Bridge. There’s a shuttle bus that will pick you up from the Upper East Side and take you there for $12. Seems like a good idea for a date, fellas. Also — and this is what inspired this post — a new seafood place in Red Hook has its own mini-golf course, plus bocce and cornhole.  The seafood place also has a shuttle bus.

This also appears intriguing, though obviously it’s not outdoors.

 

Twitter Q&A

I haven’t tried that specific Steak N’ Shake, but I had a Steak N’ Shake burger in Florida and was underwhelmed. Despite all the hype around its arrival in New York, it doesn’t hold a candle to the new breed of highish-end fast-food burger places that have taken the city by storm. I only had one so, as with almost all sandwich reviews here, I’m working with a miserably small sample, but to me it’s not much of an upgrade over the best of the big fast-food chains (ie Wendy’s). Still tasty, don’t get me wrong, but not worth skipping Shake Shack or Five Guys for.

He’s certainly the early favorite. I haven’t had a good look at every one of the league’s rookies yet, obviously, but most of the good ones appear to have some sort of very baseball-y and typically late-90sish chin beard, and none can boast Nieuwenhuis’ flowing blond surfer-bro locks. If you’re strictly looking for guys who might be in an 80s movie, Bryce Harper has to be considered too. Also, Reds catcher Devin Mesoraco looks like he might play the best friend of the guy whose girlfriend dumps him for Kirk Nieuwenhuis.

I can’t speak for any of those guys and I won’t try to, but I can say that a) the once-endless SNY/Wilpon/Mets conspiracy theories are one of the more frustrating aspects of my job (not that Adam’s suggesting any of them here) and b) no one has ever told me what to write or what not to write. The only time I’ve ever heard from anyone at the Mets was when I misstated the terms of Cory Sullivan’s contract in a column criticizing the Mets for giving guaranteed Major League money to people like Cory Sullivan, when, in fact, Sullivan had a split contract.

The afternoon shows on SNY seem to rip the Mets as thoroughly and frequently as WFAN does at times. Bob doesn’t mince words about the Mets when he’s fired up about something in the post-game show. And I think the SNY booth is as critical of the team it covers as any in baseball.

Every now and then, yes. At Citi Field and in Port St. Lucie during Spring Training it happens pretty frequently, but maybe once a month around the city someone will say hello. It’s hilarious and awesome, and makes me feel a little closer to achieving my goal of a James Rebhorn-level of notoriety.

If you’re reading this and you do happen to see me out in public, by the way, please say what’s up. The ensuing conversation will probably be kind of awkward, but it makes me feel super awesome and cool. Also — and I’m hoping if I bury it in a Q&A post he won’t see this — if you ever see Matt Cerrone and I in a bar and you come up to me all like, “TED BERG! YES! I LOVE TEDQUARTERS SO MUCH!” and act like you have no idea who Cerrone is, I’ll buy you a beer. The opposite thing happens all the time, though I suspect there’s no acting involved.

Dude I thought you were an optimist. That coffee cup is half-full. But no, you probably shouldn’t drink it.

 

Background check

I’ve been meaning to write this all down for a while and in light of the Deadspin/ESPN stuff, now seems like as good a time as any to actually do it. This is long and incredibly self-indulgent, for which I apologize. Site’s called TedQuarters. And I mostly want something handy to link when people ask.

I get emails pretty frequently from prospective media types wondering how I got my job and how they can get one like it. That makes sense: I have an awesome job that includes writing about the Mets (my favorite sports team), sandwiches (pretty much my favorite thing) and just about anything else I want as long as it meets with this network’s utterly reasonable standards of decency. And in addition to my administrative and editorial duties on SNY.tv, I get to host videos and podcasts, interview athletes and celebrity hairstylists, and attend all sorts of amazing events for free. It’s sweet. Keith Hernandez says hello to me at Citi Field. I met Shaq!

(Plus I have healthcare. That’s huge.)

Don’t take any of this as bragging or false humility. I think I’m pretty good at my job, but I also think there are countless unemployed or underemployed Mets fans out there who would love to have this job and could do just as well in it who just haven’t benefited from the series of events that put me here. And though I’m thrilled to have a job this cool, I’m never thoroughly satisfied with my standing. I’m vain enough to want my name to ring out in the streets, to want people naming haircuts after mine 2,000 years after I’m dead like Caesar. I sit down to write about Taco Bell with some hope I’ll churn out the greatest work of art ever created by man, then wind up disappointed every time I don’t.

Anyway, the point: I never mean to discourage anyone from trying to find a job like mine or employment in sports media because if I did, people clearly do. But I’m not sure any other job exactly like mine exists or that it’s easy to count on the type of randomness that put me in a job so perfectly tailored to the things I want to do.

I hosted a sports and comedy show on campus cable in college and interned at the sports desk for the Washington, DC Fox affiliate, but graduated in 2003 with no job lined up and no real direction. I wanted to go into TV, I thought, and probably sports. Ultimately I wanted to host a sports version of the Daily Show, like all those sports versions of the Daily Show that have since come out and failed (but better, obviously).

I moved back home with my parents on Long Island. I worked at the deli for a while, then coached football and subbed at my old high school, then worked at Macys.com and got fired for admitting I was pursuing a job elsewhere. That job — the NBC Page Program — put me through a series of five interviews over seven months then called to say thanks-but-no-thanks. I got a lead on a six-month position working as a production assistant on the ESPN25 series, but I couldn’t afford to move to Bristol on what they would have paid — especially since there was no guarantee it would have continued past the six months. I might have figured a way to make it work, but I was getting serious with my girlfriend (whom I later married) and playing in a new band I was psyched about.

Soon after I got fired at Macys.com, I started subbing again, then got hired as a full-time Teacher’s Assistant at the high school. Desperate for more money, I put up flyers around town advertising my services as an SAT Verbal tutor. My first student, Sarah, a smart and tireless worker who clearly just underperformed on her PSAT, went up 170 points. Word got out in the suburbs, and soon I had more students than I could handle.

I kept working at the high school, coaching football and tutoring in 2004 and the spring of 2005. With the money I saved from tutoring, I moved to Brooklyn that summer and entered a 40-credit interdisciplinary arts masters program at NYU, aiming to improve my academic resume to make myself a better candidate for doctoral programs and a life in academia. I left the high school but kept tutoring, and parlayed that into a part-time job in the writing center at Nassau Community College.

Sometime in early 2006, on a whim, I applied for a job at MLB.com on Craigslist even though I was a full-time student working two part-time jobs. Months later, just as the spring semester was finishing up and I was starting to look for more work for the summer, I got a call from someone there.

The guy, Richard, was the head of the partner-sites division. He claimed that in his first wave of hires, he had focused on tech-savvy editors and was now looking for people with better grammar. So he said my writing background appealed to him. It later came out that he plucked my resume from a reject pile because he thought it was funny that I included my experience as a Shea Stadium vendor and that my email address at the time was ted@awesomeburrito.com. He wasn’t even sure he wanted to hire me; he thought it’d be an entertaining freak show. I went in for an interview and we spent 45 minutes talking about food, which won him over.

I started working part-time at MLB.com a few weeks later and trained on SNY.tv, which was and still is run in partnership with MLBAM. I began working night shifts, cutting photos and posting Mets recaps, taking breaks to walk around the newly hip meatpacking district. One night, I briefly met a guy named Bob working at a nearby cubicle. Bob worked out of Maryland for another partner site, WCSN.com, but was in New York for training.

A few nights later, Bob called the late-night helpline that was set up for partners to call in with editorial issues. I was the only one in our section of the office, so I took the call. He was struggling to get a live video streaming on WCSN.com. I had no idea how to help him with that, but together we poked around the site’s CMS and figured it out.

The next time I saw Richard, he told me that Bob “raved” about how helpful I was and thanked me for putting out a potential fire. I asked if he was sure Bob meant me, because I didn’t think I helped that much, but I guess Bob liked to give credit where it was due — and sometimes where it really wasn’t.

After a few days off, I came in for my next shift and got that week’s schedule only to find I was set to work some 60 hours over six days. Richard pulled me aside.

“Sorry to schedule you for so many hours,” he said. “We won’t normally do that, but we need you to step up this week because of the Bob situation.”

“What’s the Bob situation?” I asked.

“Oh,” he paused. “He died.”

This is awful: It turned out that about a day after crediting me for something he hardly needed help with, Bob got hit by a car. Needing someone to fill his shifts and thinking — thanks to Bob — that I was some sort of CMS wiz, they scheduled me for most of them. I was hired as a full-time employee about a month later.

I wanted to write, and the good graces I earned by being thought good at managing the sites helped me do that. I took assignments on SNY.tv wherever possible, starting with a fan-reaction piece about Mike Piazza’s return to Shea and then covering odd sporting events around the city.

The editor liked the way I (over)wrote those articles, and when the site added team blogs in October, 2006, he accepted my offer to write the site’s Mets blog (later renamed a column). I worked mostly on WCSN.com in 2007 but got a season credential to Shea Stadium and maintained the blog (and finished my masters) in my downtime. As I became a little more vocal about my distaste for the Olympics sports covered on WCSN.com, my bosses started giving me more responsibilities on SNY.tv.

In fact, I learned that SNY was adding my current position — Senior Editorial Producer, for what it’s worth — because the job listing was sent to me to post on the website. And as I was adding HTML code around the responsibilities, I realized I was already doing most of them and applied. I was hired in December of 2007 and started working here at the beginning of 2008. This site launched in Oct. 2009 and immediately started dropping truth bombs like this one.

In case you somehow missed it

I rarely go in for writer-on-writer gossip, but Deadspin’s investigation of now-departed ESPN.com freelancer Sarah Phillips’ backstory is easily the most fascinating thing I’ve read on the Internet in months, at least in terms of its implications for the media and the people we deem authorities around these parts. It’s long, but worth reading in its entirety.

The messed-up thing? Now everyone knows who Sarah Phillips is, which means she’ll probably get hired somewhere else soon.

This exists: Ultimate Tazer Ball

Last night’s Colbert Report introduced me to a sport called Ultimate Tazer Ball, which is pretty much exactly what it sounds like. I’ll defer all Ultimate Tazer Ball jokes to Stephen Colbert:

The Colbert Report Mon – Thurs 11:30pm / 10:30c
Current Events – Ultimate Taser Ball
www.colbertnation.com
Colbert Report Full Episodes Political Humor & Satire Blog Video Archive

The Rock not ruling out presidential run

The Rock knew about Osama Bin Laden’s death hours before Obama announced it. He also says:

Right now, the best way that I can impact the world is through entertainment. One day, and that day will come, I can impact the world through politics. The great news is that I am American, therefore I can become President.

Even if I disagree with The Rock on every issue, I’ll probably still vote for The Rock just to do my part to push us toward the future prophesied in Idiocracy. Also because it’d be hilarious.

DO YOU SMELL WHAT THE ROCK IS VETOING?

 

 

Maybe it’s my fault

I was struck by something on my walk to the subway this morning. I’ve been following sports in earnest since 1987, when I was six years old. I remember watching the 1986 World Series with my family, but I didn’t understand it or recognize its import. I took up the Mets the following offseason, perhaps in part because of that championship but more likely because I was finally old enough to appreciate how awesome baseball is.

Anyway, sometime not long thereafter I started following the Jets and Knicks (to varying degrees). I’m nominally an Islanders fan, but let’s ignore hockey for the purposes of this discussion because, well… because it’s what people so often do.

2012 will mark my 26th year of following sports, and I have not yet known the glory of seeing one of my teams win its sport’s title. Actually, I shouldn’t even say “glory.” I don’t know if it’s glorious. It seems that way, but really I have no idea. I’m going to be 31 next week and I have been following sports for my entire conscious life, and that feeling — the ultimate reward for following sports — is still foreign to me.

I spent part of this morning trying to determine how many other cities might have fans as unfortunate as I have been these past 21 years. Granted, it’s inarguably better to have a perennially lousy professional sports team than no team at all, but I looked up all the cities with MLB, NFL and NBA franchises to determine if it’s feasible any fan in any city, choosing from local teams, might have it as bad as I do. One of those days.

Boston fans, you know, have seen recent successes from their teams in all three of those sports. Chicagoans who favor the Cubs have not seen an MLB or NFL title in the stretch, but can hang their hats on the Bulls’ unbelievable Michael Jordan run in the 90s. It has been mostly bad for them from Detroit, but they’ve got the lone Pistons championship in 2004 to hold on to. And so on.

Things have been nearly so bad for San Francisco Bay Area natives — likely on the Oakland side — who follow the A’s, Raiders and Warriors. The A’s won the World Series in 1989, but those teams have been otherwise quiet since.

Cleveland has a case: Neither the Browns nor Cavs nor Indians has taken its league championship since the Browns won the pre-Super Bowl 1964. And Seattle’s teams have been silent, title-wise, since the Supersonics took the crown in 1979.

But if you want to pick nits here — and I do, because this is about proving to myself how bad I have it — Mets/Jets/Knicks fans can claim this pathetic distinction on a technicality: The Browns, of course, have not operated continuously since 1987, and Cleveland was without a football team for three seasons from 1996-1998. And the Supersonics moved to Oklahoma City in 2008.

So no fan who came of age after 1987 and has followed continuously operating local MLB, NFL and NBA franchises has it quite the same as the Mets/Jets/Knicks fan. Certainly a case can be made that the Mets’ World Series berth in 2000 and the Knicks’ finals appearance in 1999 mitigate the suffering, but in truth it’s all about RINGZZ and my teams have f@#$ing none of them since I’ve been paying attention.

I imagine a lot of you are in the same boat. Let’s wallow in self-pity!

From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell

Good story from Alan Siegel at Deadspin detailing the rise of the White Stripes’ Seven Nation Army to mainstay stadium anthem. I’m not a huge White Stripes guy, but it’s about the catchiest song imaginable. I remember plunking it out on the guitar about an hour after I heard it the first time, then seeing Audioslave cover it live only a few months later at Lollapalooza in 2003. It’s a song you inevitably wind up jamming on if you rehearse with a band for any length of time, since someone will certainly play the riff shortly after tuning at some point and there’s so much space for interpretation that you can noodle with it for a surprisingly long time before it gets boring.