Rusty Staub to be inducted into Canadian Baseball Hall of Fame, which exists

Via Eric Simon comes the news that former Met Rusty Staub will be inducted into the Canadian Baseball Hall of Fame, which exists. Staub is not Canadian — he was born in Louisiana — but he enjoyed three straight All-Star seasons with the Expos from 1969-1971 (and another handful of at-bats with the club late in the 1979 season). That’s about all the claim to Canadian-ness it turns out you need for the Canadian Baseball Hall of Fame.

Other Canadian Baseball Hall of Famers include actual Canadians like Larry Walker, Ferguson Jenkins and Kirk McCaskill, but also some with more tenuous connections to the nation, like Tommy Lasorda — who pitched for the Dodgers’ Triple-A team in Montreal for nine seasons — and the entire All-American Girls Professional Baseball League, which had 64 Canadians including the catcher Geena Davis’ character in A League of Their Own was “rumoured to be based on.”

There’s obviously a waiting period after a player retires before he can be inducted into the Canadian Baseball Hall of Fame. I can tell because Matt Stairs isn’t in yet even though they (presumably) already have a Matt Stairs Wing full of awesome Matt Stairs memorabilia, including jerseys from all 13 of his Major League stops, an empty beer can that is believed to be from his first-ever postgame Molson, the original scouting report on Stairs by Expos scout Bill MacKenzie*, and, of course, a whole bunch of hockey stuff.

The Matt Stairs Wing is right near the early Winnipeg Slugger prototypes, across from where the wax statue of Kelly Gruber stands and kitty corner from where the actual Kelly Gruber stands, just sort of hanging around admiring the Canadian baseball history, considering his small role in it and secretly hoping someone recognizes him even while he insists to his friends that he hopes no one recognizes him.

Come to think of it, I should probably get to the Canadian Baseball Hall of Fame this summer. Worth it for the trip down memory lane to those times when Jason Bay was pretty good.

*- Actual name of Expos scout that signed Matt Stairs. Canada!

Do you hear the people sing?

There’s a Facebook movement (that I had nothing to do with) to bring back the Bacon Cheeseburger Burrito to Taco Bell. Please Like this page and tell all your friends about it, and have them tell their friends and tell their friends to tell their friends, but not to tell their friends to tell their friends to tell their friends because c’mon already.

It would be sweet if the Internet picked this up as a thing. It’s a Bacon Cheeseburger Burrito, and if I had eaten one within the past 10 years maybe I could tell you in more explicit terms why you should be demanding Taco Bell bring it back. But the Bacon Cheeseburger Burrito is at this point a mere whisper in the brilliant symphony of Taco Bell Stuff I’ve Eaten, something I might be able to identify with great focus but not something I can readily distinguish amid the thunderous rolls of the MexiMelt tympani and the bawdy glissando of the Gordita trombones.

Twitter Q&A, pt. 3: The randos

OK, I need to stress again that I’m operating on very little sleep, but I believe it goes something like this: At some point within the next 100 years, we achieve technological singularity. In the subsequent explosion of new advances, the supercomputers building better supercomputers always operate to forward the best interests of the human race, since humans programmed the computers in the first place and the computers exist to help us prosper.

But it turns out people are stupid and weak and need to be coddled, so the ultimate fallout from the singularity is that computers start taking care of more and more of our daily tasks. That’s pretty awesome at first, but eventually technology advances so far that pretty much everything is automated. The computers never become self-aware or turn malicious — fundamentally they must do what is best for humanity — but their plans go awry.

The computers start genetically engineering people — or insisting that people genetically engineer themselves, I’m not really sure yet — so that they’re most efficiently built for the new, post-singularity worlds. Future, computer-controlled people have no need for any semblance of excess fat, musculature, hair or skin tone, so those are all bred out. I don’t know why you can’t just keep having hair, but the whole point is that the computers are way smarter than us so you just have to trust them on this one. Eventually, people pretty much look like this:

Oh, for some reason we also need really big eyes in the future.

Eventually, due to some impending traumatic event, the computers recognize that the now-pitifully weak human race is in jeopardy. But because the future humans are now so unlike their hearty ancestors, the supercomputers have to develop time-travel devices for us and send us back to the U.S. around the turn of the 21st century to find people at their very fattest. By a completely random series of coincidences, all the 21st-century people that get probed for genetic material happen to be insane.

Then the future people go back home and make babies that look like crazy Kansans and feed the benevolent Matrix.

Well, sure: Quantum physics explains the way matter behaves and pitchers are made of matter.

Yodels. Felt like they had the highest frosting/lard:cake ratio of the Drake’s Cakes.

Twitter Q&A pt. 2: Super Bowl stuff

They should sign Prince to a lifetime contract to play every halftime show forever. You said the past, so I’d say James Brown or the Beatles, but truth is the Super Bowl halftime show calls for a more arena-friendly aesthetic that Prince is perfect for. That’s not to say James Brown and the Beatles never could have or did play stadiums, only that Prince’s music has a certain towering awesomeness that lends itself to fireworks accompaniment.

The best I can come up with is an attempted sac bunt that’s accidentally popped into no-man’s land over the head of a charging infielder and goes for a base hit. Not exactly the same thing, but closest I can come up with.

Not even close for me. I don’t hate the Yankees as much as most Mets fans, but I also don’t really hate the Giants even a little. I’m ambivalent toward the Giants and I hate the Patriots, so the choice was easy.

Catsmeat is referring to this series of photos that Tom Brady for some reason posed for. And, of course, this classic. Plus maybe some of his UGG ads and a screengrab from that time he cried when considering how without football he might have been an insurance salesman.

But the answer is no. Hamels is the Internet’s clear leader* in embarrassing photos.

*- non-porn division.

 

 

Twitter Q&A, pt. 1: Mets-related stuff

Have I mentioned that I’m tired? I’m tired. Eli Manning’s all, “OMAHA!”

Here’s this:

Hmm… April 1, a few days before the season starts. This will be an interesting Spring Training for Mets fans, since there won’t be many new faces or last year’s Jose Reyes and Carlos Beltran storylines to distract the focus from the actual, underwhelming team. Still, I imagine some large portion of Mets fans — myself included, because I do it every year — will turn all optimistic in late March and start seeing the ways everything could go right for the 2012 Mets.

And in the Giants, now, there’s a convenient reminder of how everything can sometimes go right fresh in every New Yorker’s memory. There’s even the Philadelphia parallel, since before the season the Eagles looked like a dream team on paper and everyone figured Big Blue’s best hope was to gun for the Wild Card.

Of course, baseball and football are very different, and the NL East has a bunch of teams besides the Phillies that appear likely to be good. But I imagine many of us will be happy to ignore that come early April, when we’re eager to find some modicum of hope with which to approach the Mets’ 2012 campaign.

In 2012, only a pretty bleak one. As has been reported, Wright can void the option on his contract for 2013 if he is traded. So if Wright plays well enough in 2012 that other teams would want to give up prospects and pay his salary for his production, the Mets could — I believe — pick up his 2013 option after the season and trade him then, presumably fetching a larger haul for the full-season of Wright than they would at the 2012 deadline.

But then if Wright plays well enough in 2012 that other teams would want to give up prospects to pay him $15 million in 2013, there’ll should be talk of an extension — and whether the Mets could afford that type of thing. (Oof.)

My best guess, the way Wright does get traded in 2012 is if he continues playing the good but unspectacular brand of baseball he has produced since the Mets moved to Citi Field, some contending team finds itself in dire need of a third baseman and willing to take on Wright’s remaining 2012 salary, and the Mets find themselves out of contention, ready to move on from Wright and not eager to pick up his $15 million option for 2013 anyway.

When I write it down like that it doesn’t seem all that unlikely. I still don’t think it’s going to happen, but then I’ve been wrong about stuff before.

It’s difficult to come up with great sandwich comps for young players like Thole because a sandwich’s entire lifespan rarely lasts more than an hour. So there are very few sandwiches of which you could say, “Well, I don’t know exactly how good this sandwich is yet.” You get or make a sandwich, you take a few bites of the sandwich, you think about the sandwich, then you know how good the sandwich is.

But I would say Thole is a ham and egg sandwich, because right now he’s sort of a ham-an-egger of a Major Leaguer: He clearly deserves to be there, but he hasn’t done anything to distinguish himself. Since he’s still only 25 though, I’d say he’s a ham and egg sandwich that’s still under construction. And though we’re getting some clues as to how it’ll be we should probably give it some time to see if baseball’s Great Deli-Man winds up adding cheese or hot sauce or ketchup or something to bump Thole up to a higher tier.

I’ll take Pelfrey on that one. Pretty simple: He stays healthy. Santana’s no lock to pitch even a single game in 2012, and we have no idea how effective he’ll be when he does start. I’d guess he’ll be better than Pelfrey when he pitches, but I don’t think he’ll make enough starts to make up the difference in wins (though obviously there’s a massive randomness factor to it all). Plus, if Pelfrey’s pitching well, he could easily be traded to a contender when one of the Mets’ young starters is ready.

Patriots lose Super Bowl

This is a great day for Giants fans. And there’s a real obvious and important lesson about counting teams out when they’re losing a bunch of games in a row or getting trounced by the Redskins or just sort of floundering for long stretches of the regular season. But presumably you slept last night and are more fit than I am to draw those connections.

The important thing to all us long-suffering Jets and Mets fans too bleary-eyed to yet see this as evidence for patience and hope is that the Patriots lost. So hooray for that.

Super Bowl menu

I’m at my friends’ place in Virginia for the Super Bowl, helping break in their new 60″ TV — which is ridiculous. I brought my smoker down for the trip, and the tentative menu for tonight looks like this:

Wild boar and bacon sausage pigs-in-the-blanket
Bacon-wrapped jalapenos stuffed with cream cheese
Macaroni and cheese with bacon
Applewood-smoked baby back ribs
Smoked brisket chili

Plus, you know, chips and stuff. We also have some collard greens and baked beans from excellent area barbecue standby Rocklands but fear not: they’re also loaded up with pork. That’s all for like six people. Tomorrow: Salad.

A fair point

Your blog today, come on man. You can’t lump VA drivers based on Fairfax County. That’s Northern VA… that’s DC-light. It’s transplants from other places. They may have VA tags but their histories and lineage are not Old Dominion. And they may not even be a majority of the drivers on the roads but it’s enough of them that THEY are what you notice.

– Ben from Lynchburg, via email.

This is a fair point. When I said “Virginia drivers,” I should have said “Northern Virginia drivers.” But I promise, it was actually the majority of them that were looking at other things besides the road. I’m only going by empirical evidence and about a 50-car sample, but this is hardly the first time I’ve noticed the area vehicular obliviousness.