Damn Yankees Indeed December 26, 2008
Posted by Matt Brown in Humor, Sports.Tags: Baseball, excuses why the Cleveland Indians will never win a titl, Humor, New York Yankees, Sports
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“Hating the New York Yankees is as American as Apple Pie, unwed mothers, and cheating on your income tax” -Mike Royko.
So all in all, I’d say I had a pretty good Christmas haul. I didn’t get any jetpacks or bulletproof clothing, but I did get plenty of socks, a few movies, and a wonderfully thoughtful book of metaphors and similes, which I can sprinkle my little articles with (like the above quote from one of my literary heroes). I certainly can’t complain with my little modest bounty.
But a few books and DVDs can’t really compare with the 400 Million Dollar gift the New York Yankees bought themselves over the holiday break. 400 Million bucks can buy a whole lot of things…but the pinstripers used it on just three baseball players…CC Sabathia, AJ Burnett, and Mark Texiaria. When you add in the monster deal they signed A-Rod for last year, they’ve committed over 600 million dollars to the payroll of just 4 men.
If you’re anything like me, once we start talking numbers bigger than CC Sabathia’s expected weight in 3 years (so lets say around 400), I start to lose perspective. Let me break down these huge contracts, so you can properly understand them.
CC Sabathia, the manboob-endowed pitcher from Cleveland and Milwaukee, signed for 161 Million. His contract alone is worth roughly thee times the entire yearly payroll of the Florida Marlins. ESPN put up this nifty website, where you type in your salary, and it tells you what CC has to do to earn it. I plugged in my expected salary of 37,000 as a public school teacher for next year…which is roughly what CC makes every time HE RECORDS AN OUT. No….I’m not crying right now.
Now, clearly CC has some marketable skills that I lack. My fastball tops out at roughly 60MPH, and 40,000 people aren’t crowding into a room to watch me write a funny article (YET). I’m not going to sit here and bemoan how much money our professional athletes make, when thousands of skilled Americans are losing their jobs, and teachers and journalists sweat out every last buck. I’ll leave all that huffing and puffing to the rest of the high horse sportswriter posse. My concern isn’t that obese pitchers make too much money, but that the Yankees throwing money around like they’re playing Monopoly might ruin our American pasttime.
The other major sports in the US have a salary cap…they have a finite ceiling on what each team can spend on players each season. If a team wants to go out and sign a superstar to a huge contract, they have to plan ahead, or cut other high paid players. This system allows franchise in all cities, not just New York, Chicago and LA, to field competitive squads, if they use a little fiscal ingenuity. This system allowed for the a pro football powerhouse to appear in Indy and for great basketball teams to play in Portland, Salt Lake City and New Orleans.
Baseball has no system. Teams throw as much money at players as they want or can. Teams in smaller media markets, or who are owned by groups that suffer actual financial restraints are often borderline eliminated from signing free agents. Even if ownership had passed around plates in every church in the greater Kansas City area, the Royals had no chance of raising enough dough to sign CC Sabathia. Any decent player on their team must come from their own farm system, and if they become good after 3 or 4 years, that player will sign with the Yankees (or Red Sox, Dodgers, Angels, Cubs or Mets). It becomes fiscally impossible to field a competitive team year and after year. Before opening day in April, nearly half of Major League Baseball’s teams will be out of playoff contention. Check out the payroll rankings for 2008…pretty strong correlation between a high payroll and consistent success (although there are outliers).
And lets say one of those small teams manages to pool enough dough to give a good player a huge deal. If that deal doesn’t pan out, the team is crippled for 5 years…and even if it doesn’t, they wont have the capital to surround the player with role players. When the San Francisco Giants accidentally gave Barry Zito a record setting contract, and watched in horror as he turned into the 9 year old kid from “Rookie of the Year”, they were screwed. They’re still screwed. If the Yankees or Red Sox make that mistake (JD Drew? Kevin Brown?)…they just buy another dude. Roster Management isn’t a necessary skill when you have no accountability for roster mistakes. Its why people were loath to bail out auto companies.
I understand the value of the Yankees as a “villain”…I wrote my very article article about it. We love sports partly because they have clearly defined good guys and bad guys, and the Yankees are about as clearly “The Bad Guys” as the Taliban, or Darth Vader’s crew….but having a “Bad Guy” isn’t helpful if they manage to destroy the entire sport in the process. The national sports media already pretends that baseball is only played in Boston, Chicago, New York and LA. Rampant unchecked spending could make that a reality.
I’m also aware that many small market teams have been competitive recently. The Yankees haven’t won a title in years, and the Devil Rays, (payroll 44 Million) made the World Series last year. You’ll notice that with the exception of the Twins, those tiny teams don’t have staying power. In a few years, they will have a talent fire sale, and restock to try again in 5 years. The big guns reload every year.
LA Angles outfielder Tori Hunter put it rather nicely. “Man, that’s crazy,” Angels center fielder Torii Hunter told the Times. “Those damn Yankees! They don’t play around. When they’re trying to win, they’re trying to win. It’s crazy. They just paid $27 million in luxury tax. That’s like 27 dollars to them. They don’t even care.”
They don’t even care if they turn half of baseball’s cities into irrelevancy in the process. Supervillians indeed.
Final Christmas List: Letter to Santa December 15, 2008
Posted by Matt Brown in Uncategorized.Tags: Christmas List, Humor, Santa
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Dear Santa,
Hows it going big guy? I know, I know, I haven’t written to you in a while. There was a rumor going around that you aren’t actually real, and I gotta admit, my faith faltered a little bit. I dunno, maybe there just seems to be a little more Christmas spirit going around this year, or maybe I’m still hopped up on residual Obama HOPES AND DREAMs…whatever the reason, I figured I ought to drop you a line this year.
I hear the economy has been rough on the ol’ North Pole. Your factory isn’t going to get foreclosed right? You hang on for just a few more years big guy, and I promise, when I pass the bar, I’ll take care of you, free of charge. Hey, I haven’t forgotten that Sega Genesis you got for me years ago. Best days of my 4th grade life right there.
Speaking of lawyers, I’m going to claim I’ve been “nice”, but I think i’ll be wise for us to discuss the specifics there in private (or maybe with my attorney). Not that I think that will be necessary or anything…but my mom has the internet now, and she prob. reads these things. I’m sure you understand.
I’ll be level with you, that stuff I’ve been writing about for the last week? Those were jokes… I already got just about everything I wanted for Christmas a few weeks ahead of time. My guy won the presidential election. I have a new job that allows to work in a cause that I’m passionate about. I have a beautiful girlfriend. It would be pretty cheeky to actually, you know…ask for more stuff right?
But thats what these letters are all about I guess. File this one under low priority…but if you a get a second, if you could take care of some of these….it would be awesome.
1) Maybe you could use some of your Christmas Magic to make the COTA buses run on time. I know, when the bus says it’ll be here at 12:37, and it rolls up at 12:43, thats not a huge difference…but thats 6 more min that I have to spend in agony in the freezing cold. You’ve seen me before right? You know I don’t shiver in the cold…I practically have epileptic convulsions. Its not pretty. Don’t leave me out to dry there waiting for the #4 any longer than I have to.
2) Somewhere out there, there is a kid begging for a Red Ryder BB Gun for Christmas, but his mom won’t let him…something about poking an eye out. Santa is for giving the gifts mommy and daddy wont’t let us have. Give the kid the gun. It’ll make his year.
3) If you can’t convince Lebron James that he really wants to stay in Cleveland in 2010, then use some Christmas Magic, and help the Cleveland Cavs win the NBA title this season. Have you been reading the newspapers lately? The industrial midwest is wilting away before our eyes…and Cleveland sports have already been cursed at a level not seen since the Old Testament. We know real economic help isn’t coming soon…so a welcome, basketball-related diversion would do wonders for our saddened spirits.
4) You know how when you forget to buy groceries for a while, and you keep compulsively opening up your fridge door, hoping that some Grocery Fairy came and left you some food? Could you maybe make that actually happen, just once?
5) Socks. I’m not talking bulletproof socks, or jet-powered socks…just regular ol’ socks. Maybe some white socks, some black socks, whatever. I know, its proof that I’m getting old and lame Santa, but my socks seem to vanish on the route back from the washing machine at an alarming clip, and its critical to have your feet warm in the winter. The Christmas that I ask for socks instead of say, an Xbox means I’m officially grown up I think.
Honestly, thats all I can think of. If you stop by the apartment this Christmas, be sure to park your sled on 20th ave, and not in my lot. Sorry, my landlord is kind of a douchebag, and unless you have the right parking pass, he will tow it. I don’t think I have any cookies and milk for you, but there might be some rum in the freezer, and you can help yourself to some of that. I know, you’ve got a long trip, and you gotta stay warm. Its not like I’M going to drink it.
Also…yeah. If you have any extra jetpacks…maybe I wasn’t kidding about everything
Give my best to the Mrs, and have a wonderful Christmas
Your friend
Matt
And with that, I’m off to the Igloo. Have a merry Christmas everybody.
Christmas List: Robotic Journalism Edition December 13, 2008
Posted by Matt Brown in Uncategorized.Tags: Buttering Toast, Christmas List, Robot-Chicks, Sad Losers
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As I was surfing around the internet, looking around for another outlandish item to put on my list, I ran across this article on Fox News. Everybody should stop what they’re doing and read it. http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,465844,00.html
Now, I don’t want you guys to get the wrong idea. I do NOT want a robot girlfriend for Christmas. I may be a sad, dorky nerd…but I am not anywhere CLOSE to that dorky (or creepy! I mean…seriously). Rather, for Christmas, I want to be the kind of journalist that gets to interview dorks like that. If working for Fox News means I get the Robot Girlfriend stories, I’m turning in my Liberal Elite Media press pass right now, and signing up for Rubert’s Army.
Lets break down this story together. Here’s the lead paragraph
Le Trung, a 33-year-old software engineer who lives with his parents in Brampton, Ontario, a suburb of Toronto, says he’s spent about $20,000 so far on Aiko, a 5-foot-tall female android with clear skin, a slim if shapely figure and a wonderful disposition.
Wait, a computer engineer who dropped 20 grand on a chick robot lives with his parents?!?. I’m shocked. But wait, this gets so much better
“She can recognize faces, she can identify medication, she can even butter your toast,” Le Trung tells the Toronto Globe and Mail. “Aiko is what happens when science meets beauty,” Le Trung tells the Sun of London. “Aiko doesn’t need holidays, food or rest, and will work almost 24 hours a day. She is the perfect woman.”
So he’s developmentally challenged, drops obscene amounts of money on a fake chick, AND he’s a chauvinist! I love this guy rattling off the features here. Who doesn’t need somebody to be at your beck and call, to butter your toast? I waste way too much time toast buttering myself…I bet if I had somebody to do it for me, I’d save maybe an hour a year. AN HOUR. Thats worth a 20,000 investment for me. I wonder if he’s seeing a REAL lady. Lets find out!
“Aiko is still a virgin
Okay, so I’m gonna go ahead and say no to that then. See, this is when Serious Professional Journalist Matt would try to keep from laughing, put his arm around the guy, and say “Look. I’m never going to be confused with Casanova or anything, but lemme office you a little advice here…dude to dude. Until you learn to see women as more than medicine-retrieving, toast-buttering slaves…this robot is the only action you’re going to see.”
Whats that, you aren’t even getting robot action?
AND NO I do not sleep with her,” he writes on the Project Aiko Web site, though he admits that she “has sensors in her body including her private parts, and yes even down there.”
hahahahaha! What 33 year old says “even down there?” I bet he was giggling and blushing the whole time. I might expect that sort of thing from my 3rd graders next year, but a grown man?
He shot a video of his little robot too…watch, (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3l6buDfU9AY) about 1:30 in, he tries to grab her plastic boob, and she smacks him! Shot down by his own robot! Forget Iraq. These are the stories that America needs to hear, and I need to be the person bringing it to them.
Wow. Just….wow.
The Times We Live In December 11, 2008
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I think my family, myself included, is addicted to a lifestyle it cannot afford any longer. This has been one of the roughest years for my mom, financially. Yet she went to Greece and still vacationed in North Carolina. I went to England and France. My sister Amy’s going to Colorado on a ski trip this weekend. After the inheritance from my step-grandfather, I bought a new guitar on a sweet deal, but even then that money probably would have been better spent on law school applications and a possible security deposit on an apartment.
All of that plus my mom put down a lot of money on a new driveway and, until this week, was sending two kids to college simultaneously after paying loads of money to send my oldest sister to a private school. But times were good back then.
Don’t get me wrong, I am still grateful for all that I have, particularly three supportive parents (I consider my stepmother a parent on fairly equal footing as my mom and dad) who all have excellent, well-paying jobs and who invest extraordinarily in the education of their children. Now that I’m a college graduate, however, and the economy is in poor shape, I’m going to have to adjust the way I live considerably. The good news is I will probably end up being a healthier, more frugal citizen. But it’s not as if I’m terribly looking forward to making these changes.
So, there it is. My educated, upper-middle class family, completely spoiled, is going to have to get used to the fact that we may never get to be fabulously wealthy and stop living like we are considerably well-off when we’re not. And while we’ll still be in better shape than the majority of people in the country and in the world, we’re not exactly inclined to accept that our hopes and dreams might not be fulfilled after all.
Which may turn out to be a good thing in the big picture.
Christmas List, Special America Edition December 11, 2008
Posted by Matt Brown in Uncategorized.Tags: Christmas List, Humor, Illinois, US Politics
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A lot of the gifts I’ve mentioned so far are pretty unrealistic. Some of them aren’t even technically “for sale”, like that Jetpack (which means if you really love me…you’ll steal me one for Christmas). This next gift idea is something that is apparently very much on the open market, and would mean more to me than any of these comically over the top nerd toys.
That’s right. I’m talking about the Democratic US Senate seat in Illinois.
I know what you’re thinking right now. “Matt, you are not constitutionally allowed to take that seat. You’re only 21 years old, and you don’t even come close to meeting the residency requirements…and if it came down to it, we could probably come up with a crazy legal theory to show that you haven’t been a US Citizen for 9 years”. And you know what? You’re right. I don’t think I’ve spent more than 6 nights in Illinois in my entire life, and I am not 30 years old.
But you guys are missing the point here. If you can actually try to SELL A US SENATE SEAT with a straight face, anything is possible! Constitutional roadblocks are merely typos and technicalities in the way of my master plan of becoming Sen. Matt Brown (D-whatever state that will take me)
Quite frankly, I think this arrangement will work out best for everybody here, and I’m not just saying that because I want membership to the Senate gym (I might feel like a shrimp here in the Ohio State gym, but once I’m pumping iron next to Frank Lautenberg and Orin Hatch, I’m going to look like Jose freaking Canseco).
US Senators are often accused of being in the pocket of special interest groups, partly because of their business holdings. I won’t have that problem…I don’t own diddily squat. I’ll be the first US Senator with negative net worth (thank you student loans). I’ll never have to excuse myself from any bill because of a conflict of interest, unless we’ve voting on giving Mormons reparations or something.
As the junior senator from Illinois, I promise to take on the issues that nobody else wants to talk about. When everybody else is talking about boring issues, like bailouts for auto companies, I plan to investigate the BCS (I plan on voting NO on all auto bailout bills by the way. Those companies are in Michigan, and I don’t give a damn for the whole state of Michigan…cause I’m from O-HI-O). I’ll let my headline grabbing peers go after financial systems and the Middle East. I’ll set up subcommittees on textbook gouging, ATM fees, and getting an a la carte cable system (Seriously. Why am I paying for Lifetime and TLC, when I could be getting ESPN The Ocho. This is a national travesty). I’ll even throw the good people of Illinois a bone, and get Ron Zook and Gary Bettman arrested for something. I got your back guys.
Also, I promise to make C-SPAN watchable. I’m thinking bringing special musical guests to perform halfway through my speeches. Ladies and Gentlemen, before I continue my address on health care reform…please, put your hands together for THE JOHN MAYER TRIO WOOOOOOOO.
According to Jesse Jackson Jr, the going rate for US Senator is around a million bucks to Blaggo’s campaign/legal defense fund. Lets find a way to make this happen.
Post Election Hangovers December 8, 2008
Posted by Matt Brown in Uncategorized.Tags: Humor, Obama, Ohio State Lantern, Politics
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If you enjoyed the last few entries, you’ll prob like this article I wrote for The Lantern. Check it out today
http://tinyurl.com/6ntdtj
Starting in Jan, I should be running a weekly feature there.
My 12 days of Christmas, part IV December 7, 2008
Posted by Matt Brown in Uncategorized.Tags: Christmas List, Flamethrowers, Humor, Snow, Winter
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Okay, so I skipped yesterday. Apparently, every group that actually pays me to write needed an article on friday, and after pumping out three of them, I didn’t want to write anymore.
But thats just as well, because the next item is more fitting for today. I woke up this morning (er, I guess afternoon), and saw the cold hard reality of winter staring me right in the face. It was snowing outside…and not that wussy white dusting thats barely enough to stick to your windshield. This was 100%, legit snow…snow that sticks to the ground and makes you fall on your butt walking on the sidewalk. Serious snow.
Snow is a menace to society. It, along with its partner in crime, The Cold, brings sorrow, the flu, and running noses to all it touches. It renders our roads nearly useless, trapping us in our apartments (I never understood this…it snows every year in Columbus, but our city service people act like its a mysterious act of God every winter. OH MY GOSH WHAT IS THIS WHITE STUFF THE FOUR HORSEMEN ARE COMING. No. Its just snow. Have the freakin’ plows ready people).
Its times like these when I just want to curl up on my tiny couch with a cup of hot chocolate (hopefully full of marshmallows), in front of a roaring fire in the ol’ fireplace…and wait for spring.
But wait. My apartment doesn’t have a fireplace. The closest thing I have is to turn my range top on “HIGH”, and try to warm my hands by cooking some ramen. It just isn’t the same.
So, for the 4th item on my Christmas Wish List, I suggest this: http://tinyurl.com/56zhub.
Yeah. Thats a flamethrower.
I feel like with some creative engineering, a flamethrower could be used as a makeshift fireplace in a pinch. Actually, the flamethrower could be used to address the larger problems of Snow and Cold. I’d just fire that bad boy up and blast both of them back to Alaska. Snow covering up my staircase? FWOOOOM. Sidewalk icy? FHOOOOOM. My hot chocolate getting a little lukewarm? FHOOOOOM. Man, if I could just get that jet pack too, I could single handily end winter in Columbus. Plus, I’m pretty sure the carbon footprint of this whole operation is enough to cause some global warming here. ITS A WIN WIN.
Plus, I’m pretty sure I blow this annoying guy away for good: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8mw-1ehsuJM