Great book(s); bush-league error

On Friday’s podcast I referred to a book by an incorrect title, an embarrassing error with an unfortunate corollary in my own life. The name of the book is Bushville Wins!, the story of the early days of the Milwaukee Braves. (The full subtitle is The Wild Saga of the 1957 Milwaukee Braves and the Screwballs, Sluggers, and Beer Swiggers Who Canned the New York Yankees and Changed Baseball.) On Math and Musings I couldn’t even remember the two-word title, mistakenly referring to the work simply as “Bushville,” rather than “Bushville Wins.” Small detail, I know, but when someone calls Wallpaper Jam simply “Wallpaper” I’m mildly upset they miss out on the clever (IMO) pun.

Long-winded way to come around to saying the book is great, and though now 10 years old still a timely read. The “Bushville” in question is the aforementioned Milwaukee, Wisconsin, and its baseball team, a band of country rubes compared to the sophisticated fans and stars of the New York Yankees. (They sip Manhattans and they live there too.) Even though the team of my youth is the villain in the story, the story is compelling nonetheless. And I now have a soft spot in my heart for the Milwaukee Braves, a team that existed for only 13 major league seasons.

Which brings me to book #2 on my summer reading list: Clayton Trutor’s Loserville: How Professional Sports Remade Atlanta–and How Atlanta Remade Professional Sports. The “Loserville” detailed is in fact Atlanta, a city that was the beneficiary of the Braves’ move from Milwaukee in 1966. This was the first major league team from Atlanta among the “Big 4” of American sports; by 1972 they had teams in each league.

Much of the financing and professional wrangling to secure these teams (Braves, Falcons, Hawks, and Flames) went through public funding sources. As in, like, the government was responsible for building the arenas and securing the dough. Kind of the first time it occurred on this scale, though now it’s standard procedure. Basically before the Atlanta model it was rich guys building stadiums themselves; now it’s corporations in league with state and local governments. Trutor goes into a bit more detail (the man does have a PhD and teaches this stuff at the college level), so the book is therefore several hundred pages of kind of weighty reading. There are side plots of racism and public accommodations regarding such, of course, and thoughtful cost-benefit analyses of public investment in entertainment. If you can handle more than just sports, the book is for you. And Loserville? Well, Losers for a long time in pretty much every sport, but the Braves did win 14 straight division titles in non-strike years from ’91 to 2005.

Not as cool as Milwaukee in the ’50s, but they did win the World Series last year.

“TV” bringing it this summer

Remember when we were growing up, when television in summer was an endless string of reruns? Maybe a “replacement” show or two if you were lucky.

Like so many things now accepted as givens, we didn’t know what we were missing.

I find it funny that in an era in which we speak of TV “seasons,” they don’t really follow the seasons at all. “Season Two” or “Season Eight” or whatever you want to call your new set starts and stops whenever you want to start and stop it. It doesn’t match the school year as programs did in the 20th century. (But we didn’t call them “seasons.” I know that in September 1985 a new set of Cheers episodes began, but did I call it “Season Four”? Now I do, but back then it just would have sounded pretentious.)

All this to say that good things come in all seasons. There are at least two on “TV” right now, broadcast over the next month or so, that are worth your investment. One I mentioned last week. That would be ESPN’s The Captain, a new documentary on the life and times of Yankee legend Derek Jeter.

The other is a little more off beat, but no less interesting or worth your time. It’s Nathan Fielder’s The Rehearsal, and it’s on HBO.

Don’t know the name Nathan Fielder? Remember How To with John Wilson? Fielder is one of Wilson’s guys behind the scenes, and from what I understand it’s actually Fielder who’s the spiritual guide and mentor of the younger Wilson; I just happened to find Wilson first.

The Rehearsal? Like How To it’s actually better the less you know going in. So no spoilers here, just a hearty endorsement from a TV-watching devotee.

Whatever the season.

You learn something new every day

For years I thought the word memento (as in, like, a souvenir) was actually momento, similar to the word “moment.” It captured a moment in your life, no?

Turns out it’s actually related to the word memory, which in retrospect makes much more sense.

Some online dictionaries accept “momento” as an alternate spelling, but I think only grudgingly as a sop to so many 21st century folks like me getting it wrong. My real-life paper dictionary from 1956 doesn’t even mention it.

I have a lot of boxes at home labeled “momentos” that I now have relabeled “mementos.”

Or is it mementoes?

Oh crap here we go again.

Baseball offerings new and old

I barely recognize the names and faces any more, and embarrassingly nearly I’m old enough to be some of the players’ dads, so watching baseball’s All-Star game is only so interesting for me these days.

Seeing games that are 25 and 30 years old? Oh, that’s right up my alley.

Enter ESPN’s new documentary on Derek Jeter, The Captain. Yeah, I’ve seen most of those clips before and can predict every quote from the interviews, but this is still how I want to spend a summer evening. And then half a dozen more on what I understand is a seven-part series.

Sweet.

“Halfway” point of MLB season

The official halfway point of the baseball season was a dozen games ago, but now’s as good a time as any to take stock of the good and bad.
The good? My team in the Junior Circuit, the team of my youth, the Yankees of New York.
The bad? Yeah, my other team, that of my son’s youth, the Nationals of Washington.
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…

It’s over

Many times previously on this blog and on Math and Musings I have detailed unusual food items and my quest to obtain them.

It is now over, for I have discovered the ultimate expression of such.

Strawberry… Milkshake… Frosted Flakes.

Let us now declare the winner and champion for all time.

Not to be outdone…

Much of the discussion in yesterday’s math class centered around “7-Eleven Day,” one of the great national holidays in which one can get a free small Slurpee at 7-Eleven on 7/11. That would be July 11. (Suckers in other countries who put the date first followed by the month lose out apparently.)

How many free Slurpees did you get?

How many bizarre flavor combinations did you concoct?

Never mind the things are only a dollar anyway; it’s the principle.

And the rest of the week? Not to be outdone? Wawa offering free Icees through July 18.

Keeping up with the Joneses, frozen beverage-style.

Nice.

We’re calling him a Binghamton Rumble Pony alum from now on

Max Scherzer was Max Scherzer last night in his first big league start back from injury. He pitched six innings, getting 11 strikeouts and giving up only two hits in what ended up being an unfortunate no-decision for the three-time Cy Young winner.

Musta picked up a tip or two in Binghamton.

This from a guy quoted last week as saying he didn’t want to be a Rumble Pony.

Indeed.