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On the note of this webcomic, what is the proper way to cut a sandwich (in this case, clearly not including heroes)?
– Ben, via email.
Triangles, and it’s not even close. Anytime you’re working with a sandwich made on two square pieces of bread, it should be cut diagonally.
A sandwich cut into two rectangles presents only 90-degree angles from which to take the first bite. That’s suboptimal. The 45-degree angles created by a diagonal slice allow you to stuff way more sandwich into your mouth for the first bite, which is well-known to be the most important bite of the sandwich.
This is all assuming you start all your sliced sandwiches at a corner, which you probably do unless you’re seven years old. And it further assumes you eat those sandwiches from the inside out, finishing with the crust, because you’re not some sort of freak.
To help with this study, I drew this handy and very scientific diagram:
Ben Berkon at Rising Apple kicks off a hilariously titled (and quite useful) series.
R.A. Dickey is a man with distinguishing taste in cheese.
In March, after a video interview with Dickey about his signature array of knuckleballs, I asked him about The Dickster — his personalized sandwich, first Tweeted by Newsday Mets beat reporter and sandwich enthusiast David Lennon.
Dickey told me the Dickster contained turkey, bacon, lettuce, cheese and mayonnaise. As he stepped into the Digital Domain Park clubhouse, I realized I had slipped in my duties as a vigilant sandwich blogger.
“Hey, R.A.,” I called after him. “What type of cheese?”
“Havarti,” he said with a grin.
Not Swiss or cheddar or American or even Muenster or provolone. Havarti: A subtle, buttery Danish cheese, specific enough to suggest it was chosen after careful consideration.
Fangraphs’ pitch-value stat calculates the runs above or below average produced by every pitcher’s offerings. When averaged out for every 100 times the pitch is thrown, the stat shows some predictable returns: Cliff Lee has the game’s most effective slider*; Cole Hamels’ changeup prevents more runs than any other; Roy Halladay throws the most devastating curveball.
Fastball values per 100 pitches tend to be less extreme, somewhat predictably, since the fastball is typically not used to deceive hitters so much as to establish the timing that pitchers hope to betray with breaking balls and offspeed stuff. Still, most of the names near the top of the wFB/c (fastball value per 100 pitches) leaderboard for 2011 should be familiar to anyone who has been following the postseason: Lee, Ian Kennedy, Doug Fister and Justin Verlander sit at places 2-5 on the list.
But atop that mountain of all-stars and Cy Young favorites stands our literary knuckleball, Mr. Robert Alan Dickey. At an average of 84.4 miles per hour, Dickey’s fastball was among the very slowest in the Majors in 2011. But according to the stat, the pitch was 1.84 runs above the average fastball per every 100 times he used it.
Before the Mets’ final game of the season, I presented that information to Dickey.
“Does that surprise you?” he asked.
“It’s the way I use it,” he said. “I might throw six or seven fastballs a day, maybe 10. Usually when I’m throwing it, it’s in counts when they’re not swinging or I’m surprising them with the pitch.”
Despite the well-documented lack of an ulnar collateral ligament in his throwing elbow, Dickey once threw fastballs that reached the mid-90s. In his rookie season with the Rangers in 2003, Dickey still averaged 89.4 miles per hour with his fastball. The pitch’s velocity has withered with the effects of time and a shift in focus, but its effect is amplified by the contrast with his trademark knuckleball.
“It is such a drastic difference from a knuckleball,” he said. “If you see six knuckleballs in an at-bat–”
“The fastball looks like it’s coming in at 110?” I asked.
“I’ve had hitters on the opposition tell our first baseman that,” he said. “So I know it’s effective if I use it correctly.”
For Dickey, the transition from relying on velocity — as he could from his earliest playing days — to relying on deception was not easy.
“Leaving who you were behind and knowing you’re never going to be that person again is tough,” he said. “You have to put your ego on the back burner and embrace something new, and that’s a real challenge.”
This winter, Dickey will re-read Ernest Hemingway’s “The Snows of Kilimanjaro,” and endeavor to climb that mountain. Before he rejoins the Mets in Port St. Lucie in February, he’ll read a Shakespearean comedy — either Much Ado About Nothing or A Midsummer Night’s Dream, he expects — then a few more books from his lengthy reading list.
There are many reasons we like R.A. Dickey. First and foremost: He is a good pitcher on our favorite baseball team. He has led the Mets in ERA+ in both his seasons with the club so far.
He does that while primarily throwing the knuckleball, that last vestige of hope for a Major League career for all of us who could never throw 95 (ignoring, of course, that we could never throw 85 either). Dickey himself put it well, in an interview with Sam Page last offseason: “It’s almost a blue-collar pitch. You’re in the seats and you watch me or [Tim Wakefield] or whoever throw and you’re like, ‘There’s a chance that I could do that.'”
Then there’s all the rest, the stuff that elevates him to folk-hero status in certain sections of the fanbase: He reads books, he rides a bike to Spring Training, he wants to be a ballboy at the U.S. Open, he has a cool beard, he makes a funny face when he pitches, his mom reads Amazin’ Avenue, he loves Star Wars.
Dickey is, on the field and off, an interesting dude. And I suspect we identify with him at least a bit because we all fancy ourselves interesting as well. He is the guy whose fastball is his change-of-pace pitch, subtle Havarti in a league long on assertive cheddar.
*- Technically, Wandy Rodriguez’s slider was worth way, way more on average than any other pitcher’s, but he threw it so infrequently that it seems more likely the pitchFX data used to determine the stat registered a handful of Rodriguez’s curveballs as sliders.
Video guy Jay calls it “the best Baseball Show of the year.” These are better when we’re having fun:
Over at Amazin’ Avenue, Eno Sarris puts together a comprehensive examination of Yu Darvish’s posting and free-agency situation, and asks readers if they’d rather the Mets go for Darvish, re-sign Jose Reyes, or save their money for another starter.
Like many baseball fans stateside, I’ve been mancrushing on Darvish for years now. And if it were a different offseason and the Mets appeared to have more financial flexibility, I’d be all for them taking a big chance on what could be a big arm. Though few high-profile Japanese pitchers have really worked out so far, it’s a very small sample. The Mets lack front-line starting pitching and aces aren’t easy to come by, especially in their peak years.
But right now it seems the Mets are probably best off avoiding such risks. Barring some major change, they’re going to be somewhat cash-strapped for the next couple of years with or without Darvish. So if they did sign him and he got hurt or didn’t prove extremely effective, that would suck hardcore.
At the New York Times, Pat Borzi goes into great detail on the Miller Park sausage race.
On Friday evenings throughout middle school, my friends and I played basketball and showcased our NBA replica jerseys at the Rockville Centre rec center. I rocked Alonzo Mourning’s 33 and did yeoman’s work in the low post. I never really loved playing, but it was a place to hang out and there were usually girls there.
I guess the point of the open-court nights was to keep kids from aimlessly wandering the streets causing trouble, because the only strict rule was that we were not supposed to leave and come back. But the supervisor dude, Juan, had a crush on my sister and would let us walk across Sunrise Highway to the nearby Taco Bell if we promised to bring him back a couple of tacos.
That was, I’m pretty sure, when I first came to love Taco Bell.
So it hurt me someplace deep in my soul when I drove past the Rockville Centre Taco Bell a few weeks ago to find it leveled, its plot surrounded by a construction fence with no clear indication of what would replace it.
Luckily, dude-I-know-from-high-school Anthony Bottan has the scoop:
According to Clint Langley, construction manager for Taco Bell, they razed the Taco Bell at 570 Sunrise Highway about two months ago and are currently constructing a more efficient, albeit slightly smaller version of it to better serve customers. Langley said the interior layout will resemble a rectangle — rather than a square like in the original model — which will alter the kitchen layout and allow for quicker service.
“We have a new, prototype kitchen layout that’s more efficient,” Langley said. “It will give customers a quicker experience.”
A new, prototype Taco Bell? In my own hometown! Color me intrigued. I mean, how much more streamlined could the creation process at Taco Bell really be? Are they arming employees with semi-automatic sour-cream guns? Self-wrapping burritos?
I should note that once we started driving, we abandoned that Taco Bell for the significantly better Taco Bells in Oceanside and Hempstead. Not only was the Rockville Centre location slower than most — inefficiency I hope will be improved by the new kitchen — but because of some draconian local statute the drive-thru closed at 11 p.m. and you actually had to get out of your car and enter the dining room for a proper Fourthmeal.
Will that ordinance be lifted upon the opening of the new Taco Bell? What’s up with that rule anyway? Get on it, Bottan.