Happy Thursday! I’m tired, you’re tired, it’s hot out, let’s skip the preamble and get on with it.
I did NOT go to the All Star Game this week, mainly because I didn’t care about it (or frankly remember that it was happening/happened until Weaselo’s mention in last night’s open thread). BUT I have attended some baseball games recently, so here are TWO (2) Boots on the Ground(s) round ups for you.
First, last week I caught the Washington Nationals hosting Redshirt’s Cincinnati Red Stockings with none other than DFO’s DokZymm. Well, I caught most of it, Zymm only got a few innings in before she had to head right back to the airport for another journey. Zymm steadfastly denies that her layover in DC on the way to another multistop overseas tour has anything to do with international espionage, but I have no way of knowing for sure.
Regardless, it was a 1pm game and I’ve got the time, so it was a beautiful day for baseball. Until it wasn’t. The weather and the Nationals both managed to be frustrating and entertaining, but let’s go to the photos, shall we? In fact, let’s take another look at that banner photo:
When the home team is in last place in the division, 20 games under .500, and has the third worst record in the National League, you can get same day tickets like these for $5. Honestly, not bad at all. But ruh-roh:
Is that a storm cloud brewing overhead? Nah, let’s rock. We ALMOST made it through a whole inning before the grounds crew said “nah”
Being the weather expert that I am, I confidently averred that this delay should be brief, as there was only that one spot of dark cloud in an otherwise lovely summer sky. Ummmmm….
I may have been mistaken. It fucking poured, and for a lot more than five minutes. Fortunately, the cheap seats provided excellent storm protection, and there was a ripe opportunity to grab a dog and a beer.
It ended up taking another 30-45 minutes from rain cessation to resumption of play, which meant Zymm basically left after three innings, and as you can see, she wasn’t the only one not there:
They announced paid attendance as around 10,500, but I’m pretty confident there weren’t even close to 5,000 fans actually in the stadium. Which meant I got to go on a little tour and sit in a bunch of seats for the cost of my $5 ticket (plus beer, hot dog, and other fat-accentuating concessions). But first, had to check in on the Throat Goat:
That has to be a blowjob suite, right? Classy. Alright, now for a whirlwind tour of the stadium, because the game wasn’t particularly exciting/compelling/noteworthy/pick a positive adjective of your choosing here.
Nice verdant view from the ramp down from the cheap seats. Not being sarcastic, it actually was nice how there are little places to post up and watch the game while you’re walking around the stadium. Would come in handy if standing room only were a threat any time soon.
Getting a little closer to the action here but believe it or not, still standing with my beer on a little ledge. Solid view.
Saw this whilst walking around home plate/the PNC club on the way to the right field side of the stadium, may need to use it to lure back Marshawn into DFO’s good graces:
Also whilst on my way up the first base line, the Presidents Race was on. And if you haven’t seen it before, then you can wait to see it at some point. It’ll be cute but not life changing. It is kind of nice when the “Presidents” mascots show up at events around town, though.
Jefferson won, btw, but he’s a cheating sonuvabitch so no surprises there.
Next stop: Shake Shack and right field standing area:
Followed by going to the one aisle of four that didn’t have an usher guarding it (why?) for a little baking in the sun, at which point I bailed out to right center, where it was even hotter (and less densely populated)
I then took a number of pictures of a pitching change because the NATS STILL USE A BULLPEN CAR! Zoom in on the 3rd base line halfway between the base and the left field wall to see it:
And by “use a bullpen car” I mean they bring a cart out to the bullpen, the relief pitcher declines to use it and runs to the mound, and the cart still drives down the foul lines all the way to home plate to…I don’t know, show how much more efficient it would have been than running? Either way, I’m all for it. Bring back bullpen carts and drinking in the bullpen.
Anyway, I was on fire so I moved into the shade.
Naturally, that means within about 10 minutes someone hit a home run directly to where I had been sitting, with virtually no one around to vie for the souvenir. 😐
Here’s my question, though, with virtually NO congestion in the stands:
Why the fuck was everyone crowded right here?
Anyway, I made it into but not through the 8th inning, and I’m glad I left when I did because it was a rain delayed scorcher of a day, which meant that 10 innings was like 9 back in the pre-pitch clock days. Still enjoyed the daytime baseball, but I’m apt to go to a minor league game for a retro experience.
Speaking of different calibers of play, let’s talk about last night’s BOTG: the Congressional Women’s Softball Game. For those of you unfamiliar (almost certainly all of you), this is the corollary to the Congressional Baseball Game, but instead of Democrats vs Republicans, it’s Congress vs the Press. And the men get to play at Nats Park while the women are at a (very nice but still) local rec center/field. Also, while both games are for charity, I have no earthly idea what the men’s game is raising money for, but the women raised over $500k this year for the Young Survival Coalition, a nonprofit that helps young women diagnosed with breast cancer. Anyway, I took FAR fewer photos of this game than the Nats game, but let’s do a quick tour and hit the highlights–
First, here’s a shot of the field, starting lineups for the “Bad News Babes” (yes that’s what the press team is called) on the first base line and “Team Congress” on the third base line.
Here you see Senator Kirsten Gillibrand (D-NY) taking a few warmup pitches while Congresswomen Stephanie Bice (R-OK) and Lisa McClain (R-MI) strategize how to exploit “wokeness” how to handle when the reporters crush the ball over their heads.
Now I ultimately failed to take any photos of the umpteen swag booths, ranging from McDonald’s and Gatorade giving out free nuggets and, well Gatorade, to CSPAN giving out hats and Purina giving out Beggin Strips. It was actually pretty impressive; $10 gets you into the game and goes right to charity, and then a gazillion sponsors from defense contractors to the mineworkers make the event happen while others give away free shit so you can market them. It was all pretty much taken in the spirit one would hope, until…
A group of protestors wearing “End Fossil Fuels” thirts walked onto the field and refused to leave. This went on for a good half hour (that article saying “more than ten minutes is like saying that Santonio Holmes was packing “more than 6 inches”), and honestly, it was ridiculous that at an event with SNIPERS ON THE ROOF OF THE NEXT BUILDING, these folks just strutted onto the field and were able to hang out without repercussion. I’m on their side on the climate debate, but the tactic was fucking terrible. Even if they felt compelled to protest, fine, great you made it onto a PBS and CSPAN livestream and your elected officials and reporters saw the message. Now go the fuck home and stop interrupting a charity event. Honestly, they hurt the cause on climate action being jagoffs. As the in game announcers noted, the same group interrupted the men’s congressional baseball game but allowed play to resume fairly promptly. It took multiple visits from Capitol Police, DC metro police, members of Congress, and others until they GTFOd, and I don’t understand why they weren’t thrown into the paddywagon. Fuck em.
As for the game? Let’s just say the members of Congress should have gone to the bullpen earlier than they did. Gillibrand let up 12 runs before Lady BFC and I walked home when the score was 12-0, and even though the lady legislators put up 8 runs to try and come back, they fell short. Highlights included–
- The leadoff batter for the game roped an absolute rocket into the left center gap for a double
- The announcers were Senator Amy Klobuchar (D-MN), Dana Bash, and some rando who was genuinely funny. I don’t particular care for Klobo but she was entertaining behind the mic
- During the aforementioned protest, the players had a little dance party
- The Presidents from the Nats game were roving around taking pictures
- Super awkward fans
- Senator Shelley Moore Capito (R-WV) was surprisingly adept at the hot corner, especially for a grandmother
In conclusion, I can’t go to a sporting event without it being interrupted in some manner, but I’ll keep trying!
What’s on TV tonight?
I have no earthly idea. I think summer league basketball and Mexican soccer. So maybe it’s time to pick an AFL team and download the WatchAFL app? You could be like me and very belatedly watch Welcome to Wrexham? I’m not even done with the first season, so….maybe some spoilers out there. Either way, knock yourself out in the comments, let us know if you’ve been walking in tunnels lately or that’s just for Brick and maybe a euphemism Balls deploys on occasion…
I’m not sure there’s a more Canadian lyric than “I could drink a case of you, and still I would be on my feet.”
Pretentious Art Films in One Sentence:
The Cook, The Thief, The Wife, and Her Lover
A couple fucks in a storage room full of maggots, showing the meaning of life.
Counter view: Helen Mirren’s tits and ass
Hence the meaning of life
She’s an Everton supporter, FWIW!!
I will take a girl that drinks beer out of the bottle over a girl that drinks wine out of a glass at a bar every day of the week.
If she’s drinking a cocktail, that’s swoon time.
Are they laughing at us? If not, send them here so they can.
“Portrait of the Artist Sending a Dick Pic”
They’re browsing DFO, aren’t they?
You were all here the whole time.
Wait that doesn’t work…
Clubhouse doesn’t seem all that active tonight. Was it too many boots? Too many grounds?
Everybody’s waiting for the weekend
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aJeOIpce3xs&ab_channel=blubmensch
I regret nothing!
Saw Loverboy a few years ago at the Orange County Fair, along with Tommy Tutone, Greg Kihn, and Rick Springfield. Tickets were cheap so we got second row. It was so much fun!
That’s a solid fuckin’ line-up.
It was great. Tommy played three songs, including an extended version of Jenny (of course) and got off stage. Greg Kihn did Jeopardy, The Breakup Song, a surprisingly good cover of Jim Croce’s “Operator,” and one or two others, and then Loverboy and Springfield split the rest of the time.
Springfield is one of those guys who has a lot more good songs than people remember. There’s also this odd thing where his female fans bring roses and throw them at him, and he strums his guitar with them and sends the petals flying, which is kind of amusing.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Retd_zI4T4k
Well, I was watching an infuriatingly bad film, but now I need a drink and a cigar, so you’re all stuck with me for a bit.
I’m pulling my weight. Still have another 3 hours of work to do and vodkas to drink and Brick pics to give +1s.
Ok, I’ve got to go on an entertainment-related rant.
George Orwell once said that “there are some ideas so absurd that only an intellectual could believe them; no ordinary man could be such a fool.”
I think there are some films and tv shows that are so bad that only skilled creators could make them. We’re all familiar with ordinary bad art, and so-bad-it’s-good art, but this is a whole separate category. There’s enough talent involved that it COULD be good, and enough ambition involved that it SHOULD be good, but it fails so spectacularly.
Earlier this week I watched the third episode of the most recent season of Black Mirror. Tonight I watched the film The Menu. Both have very talented casts, are well-directed, and have some clever ideas. But both end up being so disappointingly dumb that I can only shake my head. Characters behave in dumb ways and ignore utterly predictable threats, and glaring plot holes are glossed over in service of … I’m not sure what.
The Menu is fresh in my mind, so I’ll pick on it, without spoilers. I kept thinking that with all the talent involved, and the sometimes-clever subtle touches, that there will be more to it than “hur dur, foodies are pretentious and dumb and annoying and wouldn’t it be great if they died” but there isn’t. (Unless you count “finance bros are douchebags” and “rich dudes cheat on their wives” as insightful.) And I don’t think I’m being sensitive because I’m sort of a foodie myself — I was totally up for a clever satire, and enjoyed the first 30 minutes on that level, but then it just proceeded to get more and more inexplicable.
Ugh. Such a fucking waste.
I don’t “get” Wes Anderson. Never have, probably won’t.
I’m ok with him, though not as charmed as many seem to be. Royal Tenenbaums was annoying. Rushmore was good although I wanted to punch the kid. Grand Budapest Hotel and Moonrise Kingdom were quite good I thought.
Bottle Rocket, Rushmore, and Royal Tenenbaums were brilliant. I’ll explain them to you if you’d like. God Bless.
Just remember how much of lauded media was admittedly made by accident, or the parts that are good were done reluctantly by their creators. B-sides of albums, flubbed or improvised lines, malfunctioning mechanical sharks, etc. etc.
Interesting. Now try putting some “likes” on all my original material downstairs here, and then we can talk. Thank you and God Bless.
Ugh, fine, but when did you get so needy? I thought your thing was being an iconoclast who didn’t care whether anyone liked him?
Dunstan , I’ve never been any of those things, sir. I am merely an emotionally needy artist who needs “likes” and knows how to read a map. Thank you and God Bless.
Bless your sensitive artist’s soul, then. Take this, my plus one, and go in peace, brother.
By the way, in case it isn’t obvious, this has all been tongue-in-cheek on my end, and I was assuming on yours, too.
OF COURSE IT IS THANK YOU GOD BLESS
Dunstan: I wasn’t yelling there in all-caps.
Of course not, I assumed you were stage-whispering in my ear.
I just treated The Menu has a comedy and laughed the whole time. My family was not likewise amused and gave me many side eyes.
For me it was a social satire comedy horror mashup, in about that order. Cast was top-notch. I went into it not 100% sure what it was about. “Bad things happen to diners at fancy restaurant,” sure, I’ll go with that. I liked it a lot, not sure if I’m going to watch it again.
Some wisdom straight off the porcelain throne, where I do all my thinking. A word I let get away in the draft the other day was ‘verisimilitude’. You’ve got to suspend disbelief to let fiction work, and when you lose the suspension of disbelief it’s hard to get it back. For me, Star Wars Iv worked for me, V had some holes that got a pass (Walkers, really?), and the rest of them kind of sucked. The ones I didn’t care for had holes, for me, that hurt the movie enough that I thought they sucked.
This ties in with, “How could this x suck so bad?” What’s important for verisimilitude for the creators (authors, showrunners, directors) might not coincide with what you think is important. And this isn’t just harshing on movie physics; that’s everything; the characters and how they act, the plot, the scenery, the whole shooting match. And if your ideas of how things work don’t match there’s often enough, you say, “Ah, this is bullshit,” and that’s it.
Right. You can make the world your characters inhabit be really fucking weird, but your characters need to act like people would in such a world. Like, if every two-bit village has a wizard who can turn invisible and pass through walls, then the king’s treasury shouldn’t be guarded by just a stone wall, a locked door, and a couple dummies in armor.
You take the best dive bar shots.
Technically she’s not taking a shot, but it’s still a shot from your perspective so I’ll give you the +1. Reluctantly.
What is up with Sad Girl?
I’m not sure if she’s sad or shocked that someone is taking pictures at a bar.
What sad girl?
No one handles a Porsche on a road course like you, my friend.
Beavis’ uncle
I’m going to pretend to not be offended by this statement. God bless..
Ha ha I totally fucked ghat up! I’m drunk
I’m at work all late tonight and the wife texts me about dinner. I tell her not to worry about me bc I’m so late. She’s like, ‘yeah, go ahead and grab a burrito.’
I’m beat. I’ve earned myself a by-myself prime rib dinner. But I’m not going to do it because I’m tired so I’m just going to finish here then go home and get in my bed because an hour of dining isn’t in the books tonight.
You need to treat yourself to a Grilled Cheese Steak Burrito from Taco Bell.
Best of both worlds.
Well, I have about wrapped up. Did miss the gym today so it would make sense to just TB it up.
Is Mexican Pizza back for good yet?
It is here. Treat yourself!
To my eternal shame, I fucking love those things.
Whenever I get delusions of being grown up I remember I love a Taco Bell raid for dinner.
Spectacular on the spot reports. Appreciate the hustle Buddy.
I don’t follow the news very closely (unless they’re talking about me), but can someone please explain whether these massive rain storms in the northeast have put out all the Canadian fires?
Cracked another of the St. Martin rums tonight. Technically it’s from Martinique, but since they don’t distill on SXM, I’m gonna count it.
Beautiful!
That’s the ceiling of my new public library. Actually, this is just the ceiling of the lobby.
Wow, spectacular! But now my neck hurts, wonder why?
The obvious joke is because of your reverence for libraries.
I was looking up, gawking like a rube at that ceiling.
Here’s the other ceiling:
Balls is saying “Why isn’t Brick writing? He said he was going to write!” And Brick was going to write, until he walked out of the House of Pies and into the Thai massage parlor on Vermont Avenue in Los Feliz, which somehow led to a S&M party with the estate of Frank Lloyd Wright and many old timers of the Eastern Establishment in Kalorama and they all sponsored Warhol and my goodness weren’t his parties just fabulous they said and nobody was talking about the dead guy on the floor so I excused myself and got out in the driveway and a chauffeur shoved me into a limo and we drove to Connecticut and that’s where the really weird stuff happened but I caught another ride back to the tunnels and so here I am but that one chick is eyeballing me so I better go . . .
That’s what I’m talking about!
Oooh, purty. Looks like a kaleidescope.
Whew. Needed that first cocktail to get me through the hard task of ordering Chinese food for dinner. Time for cocktail number 2.
Amazing BUT TRUE – in the Pretend Year of Our LAWD 2202-03, neither Barca NOR Real Madrid make the knockout stages of Shempions play.
Wait, their financial malfeasances finally caught up to them?
¡increíble!
Tenerife are certainly on par with them the last few decades.
No Ben’s chili half smoke?
I thought I knew you.
Fun fact: That was Roethlisberger’s nickname for his penis.
Weenie Beanie > Ben’s
I can’t quite get the phrasing right on the Thomas Jefferson joke here. Guess that meens I dun bin cancelled smgdh.
Narrator – The Clubhouse was quite grateful Hippo couldn’t get the phrasing right.
I got me a full offense! What now cockwallets?
https://www.tmz.com/2023/07/13/philip-rivers-wife-pregnant-10th-child/
Well, they live in Alabama, so their Quiverfull Christian bullshit can stay right where it is.
YA BETTA SPAWN SOMEBODDDDDDYYYYYYYYY
Philip’s going to have entire 53 roster of grandkids by the time he’s 53-years-old.
Imagine if only he was a “plural marriage” Mormon. He could sire an entire 2nd Utah!
They have a 21 year old? What the fuck.
Literally.
Bang the cleaning lady, get a placement kicker?
This is why you’re my favorite, Hippo. Don’t tell los otros!
Those darn protesters just make me love fossil fuel even more.
SAME. If there is anything I have warned my kids about THAT SEEMS ACTUALLY TO HAVE SUNK IN, it’s not to fall for/take part in the performative dispshittery that the Very Online Left has decided it needs to join the Very Das Raycess Right has long enjoyed.
Vote. Every goddamned election. That’s what you can do to make a difference.
Amen. Vote and vote some more.
Vote early, vote often.
“KYIV, July 13 (Reuters) – After the role of unmanned aerial vehicles in the Ukraine war expanded dramatically since Russia invaded 16 months ago, attention is turning to ground drones that developers say could be the next frontier in military innovation.”
https://www.reuters.com/world/europe/ground-vehicles-are-new-frontier-ukraines-drone-war-2023-07-13/
Once again, Simpsons predicted the future.
“In any case, most actual fighting will be done by small robots, and as you go forth today remember your duty is clear: to build and maintain those robots.”
I wish we as a species would just get our collective shit together, stop killing and destroying each other, and unite against the REAL common enemy: Mother Nature.
Unmanned tanks? Can we let *thinks of BattleBots list* Matt Vasquez drive?