I stumbled onto the Mets’ online community outreach brochure, which has a lot of nice pictures of Mets doing nice things. This one’s for Anit.
From the Wikipedia: James Gordon Bennett, Sr.
From the Wikipedia: James Gordon Bennett, Sr.
James Gordon Bennett Sr. was an enterprising businessman, a pioneering newspaperman, a groundbreaking journalist and something of an asshat. That last part is not stated explicitly on his Wikipedia page.
Bennett was born to a prosperous Catholic family in Scotland in 1795 and entered the seminary, but dropped out to read a bunch, flit about and do nothing particularly interesting for about 15 years.
In 1835, after a recent drop in newspaper production costs, Bennett began editing the New York Herald, one of several new penny papers aimed at broader audiences than earlier five-cent papers. Not much of this is in the Wikipedia, incidentally.
Bennett, desperate to distinguish his paper from the rest, introduced illustrations and established the first foreign correspondents in newspapers.
He also essentially invented the gossip column — the first “society pages” — and began, as early as the 1830s, the sensationalism we still associate with the struggle to sell papers in competitive markets. Bennett exploited every angle of the high-profile murder cases of Helen Jewett and Mary Rogers, even doubling back on his stories and contradicting his reporting, to keep headlines astonishing. And he sold a whole lot of papers.
The New York Herald, under Bennett’s watch, was essentially the O.G. New York Post.
Needless to say, he pissed some people off in the process. Namely just about every other newspaper editor in the city, none of whom had quite yet figured how to spin the news as wildly as Bennett could.
Oh, but since all the papers were new and basically all the brainchildren of single editors, they all fought in print (and sometimes in the streets). Here’s how the editor of the New York Aurora, young Walt Whitman — that Walt Whitman, the Leaves of Grass guy — described Bennett:
A reptile marking his path with slime wherever he goes, and breathing mildew at everything fresh or fragrant; a midnight ghoul, preying on rottenness and repulsive filth; a creature, hated by his nearest intimates, and bearing the consciousness thereof upon his distorted features, and upon his despicable soul; one whom good men avoid as a blot to his nature — whom all despise, and whom no one blesses — all this is James Gordon Bennett.
Anyway, obviously a lot of this isn’t from the Wikipedia. Feel free to add it if you’d like — cite the excellent book The Sun and the Moon by Matthew Goodman. I bring it up only because it seems like when people mention newspapers blowing things out of proportion to sell papers — or blogs doing it to draw clicks, for that matter — they act as if it’s something new.
But it’s as old as newspapers themselves. It’s part of the business. Obviously if the headlines get too absurd, the paper will become a joke and not as many people will buy it. There’s got to be a balance. But it’s been like that forever.
Apparently in Great Britain, “Gordon Bennett” is an expression of incredulity, and one I plan on using from here on out on this blog because it is amazing. That has nothing to do with James Gordon Bennett, Sr., but rather his son, who used the paper’s profits to go to Europe and behave flamboyantly. The younger Bennett also had an excellent mustache. Gordon Bennett! Look at that thing.
Awesome man achieves awesome feat awesomely
Cardinals slugger Albert Pujols just launched an opposite-field home run off Nationals pitcher Jordan Zimmermann. It was his 400th career long-ball.
Pujols is the 47th player to reach that feat and the third-youngest in baseball history, behind only Eddie Matthews and Alex Rodriguez. He is a .332/.426/.625 career hitter and has managed at least 30 home runs over his first 10 major league seasons.
Awesome. I knew he was young but didn’t realize he’d be the third-youngest ever to reach that plateau. <3 Albert Pujols.
Is this really happening again?
Join in the new debate: “Should the Mets claim Manny Ramirez?”
No. Thanks for joining us on another edition of Simple Answers to Stupid Questions.
– Billy Pilgrim, comments section here.
First of all: So it goes.
Now that we’ve got that out of the way, I’ll point out that it’s not a stupid answer. Or really even that stupid of a question, just kind of an irritating one. If the Mets were really anywhere close to contention and shouldering Jeff Francoeur’s “offense” in a corner outfield spot, with Jason Bay looking more and more like he won’t be back this seaosn, then yeah, it’d be worth at least considering picking up Manny, his outstanding bat, and all the significantly less outstanding things that go along with them.
But it’s not going to happen, so it’s not really even a conversation worth having. No way the Mets are going to take on the salary or the headache. Would I rather see Manny man a corner outfield spot for the Mets the rest of the way than Francoeur? Yes. But I’d also rather see Lucas Duda, Nick Evans, Chris Carter or our summer intern Adam, and all those guys might actually offer the club something in the future.
During the Bob Ojeda chat last night, some guy kept asking if the Mets should or would get Manny. I was moderating and I didn’t put the question through. I could have, I guess, but there were many more interesting questions — I try to avoid the transaction questions — and I didn’t want to open up the whole can of Manny nonsense.
The guy kept going, though, and kept getting progressively angrier, eventually naming Jeff Wilpon as the man responsible for his question not being put through to Ojeda.
If he could have seen the real-life chat environs, he would have witnessed me and Bob Ojeda sitting in the SNY Newsroom, in the bowels below the SNY studio, chatting with Gary Apple and a couple of show producers and watching the game. Bob ate nachos as I fired questions at him and transcribed. It’s about the least conspiratorial process imaginable.
Brief timeline of important events in my life
April 7, 1987: Darryl Strawberry hits a three-run homer in the first inning of the first baseball game I ever attend.
Aug. 26, 2010: Darryl Strawberry buys me a sandwich.
That’s Numberwang!
I’m heading to Darryl Strawberry’s restaurant today for a special, awesome Baseball Show episode, then out to Citi Field for Jon Niese and Anibal Sanchez. I’ll be back up and posting when I get there, but in the interim, please enjoy more absurdity from Mitchell and Webb. I know this is brilliant but I can’t figure out why:
Mark Sanchez continues endearing himself to TedQuarters nation
The DBs began tonight’s practice at Hofstra by eating a few cheeseburgers on the sideline. Strange, but true. The funny part was that they had sent rookie DB Bo Smith to get the aforementioned cheeseburgers from a nearby fast food joint, unaware that practice had been moved up from 6:00 p.m. to 5:15 p.m. Oops. He barely made it back.
Apparently Mark Sanchez got wind of the cheeseburgers and requested one. Outside linebackers coach Jeff Weeks snagged one and put it in his pocket. Last I checked, it was 30 minutes after the end of practice, Sanchez was still signing autographs and Weeks was loitering around nearby, the cheeseburger tucked safely in his pocket. As Weeks said with a wink, “You gotta take care of the franchise quarterback.”
– Lisa Zimmerman, TheJetsBlog.com.
OK, so first of all, since the Jets were at Hofstra yesterday I’m left to speculate where those cheeseburgers came from. There’s a McDonald’s right there — the one that used to be a Roy Rogers — but I feel like Lisa would have mentioned if they were McDonald’s cheeseburgers. Maybe Checkers? Checkers would be a decent choice.
If they were smart, of course, they’d have eschewed cheeseburgers and picked from one of the myriad fast-food fried-chicken places along Hempstead Turnpike. It’s a mecca. At last count there were something like seven of them within a half mile. Sadly, last I heard the Bojangles became a KFC, but Wings N’ Things still stands proudly at the start of what my friends always called The Chicken Strip.
Anyway, one of the most endearing things about Sanchez is obviously his appreciation for lowbrow cuisine. The way he playfully, harmlessly messed with the guy answering the phone at Domino’s in the first episode of Hard Knocks was priceless, plus he wears a Taco Bell hat, eats hot dogs on the sideline during games, and requests cheeseburgers of his defensive backs. What a stud.
Perhaps he was just ordering out for some General Tso’s chicken:
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Fun facts
Current Buffalo Bisons with Major League equivalent OPSes greater than 150 points higher than Jeff Francoeur’s current total, according to MinorLeagueSplits.com: 3.
Of those three, number with experience playing right field in the Minor Leagues: 3.
Of those three, number who are Valentino Pascucci: 1.
Nineteenth-century ethical allegory seems vaguely pertinent to current Mets situation
A shipowner was about to send to sea an emigrant ship. He knew that she was old, and not overwell built at the first; that she had seen many seas and climes, and often had needed repairs. Doubts had been suggested to him that possibly she was not seaworthy. These doubts preyed upon his mind, and made him uphappy; he thought that perhaps he ought to have her thoroughly overhauled and refitted, even though this should put him to great expense. Before the ship sailed, however, he succeeded in overcoming these melancholy reflections. He said to himself that she had gone safely through so many voyages and weathered so many storms, that it was idle to suppose that she would not come safely home from this trip also. He would put his trust in Providence, which could hardly fail to protect all these unhappy families that were leaving their fatherland to seek for better times elsewhere. He would dismiss from his mind all ungenerous suspicions about the honesty of builders and contractors. In such ways he acquired a sincere and comfortable conviction that his vessel was thoroughly safe and seaworthy; he watched her departure with a light heart. and benevolent wishes for the success of theexiles in their strange new home that was to be; and he got his insurance money when she went down in mid=ocean and told no tales.
What shall we say of him? surely this. that he was verily guilty of the death of those men. It is admitted that he did sincerely believe in the soundness of his ship; but the sincerity of his conviction can in nowise help him, because he had no right to believe on such evidence as was before him. He had acquired his believe not by honestly earning it in patient investigation, but by stifling his doubts.
– William K. Clifford, The Ethics of Belief.
Hat tip to Carl Sagan.
