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5/1/08: April’s been berry, berry good to me

April was our long-awaited (by us) book launch. It was the culmination of four years of thought, execution, near-executions and family neglect. (Check out the book at www.TheSavvyGirls.com)

How did we celebrate? On April 1, release date, Jackie and I drove around Seattle and took pictures of our book in various stores. Total dorks. Thank God we found eachother.

By the end of the month, we had this great article by Doug Miller, senior writer for MLB.com. It was featured, front-and-center, on the MLB.com website.  Don’t believe us? Here’s the screen shot. I had to take it, knowing that these things are fleeting: 

MLBScreenShot.JPGThanks, Doug.  He’s a Seattle-guy, too, but likely got wind of us from our own Mark at MLB.com HQ in NYC. You both rock. Specifically, Doug’s retelling of our interview w/ a bonehead “sports reporter” was fun to read.  I blogged about the guy earlier this week in “Dark Interview in the Dark.”

This month, we also had a couple book launch parties.  Jackie’s good at many things but one thing she truly excels at is party planning.

One party included a tour of Safeco Field (my 6 y.o. son tried to pick the lock of the snack machine in the visitor’s locker room) followed by a public party at Pyramid Brewery, directly across from the stadium. The night was capped with an intimate “after party” with us standing in the rain w/ our two husbands along Seattle’s Alki Beach and cracking a bottle of Dom Perignon that Jackie and John had saved for a special moment. Glad this rated.

Then we had a more private shindig red velvet-clad “Grotto,” which is really theBLG-D&Jcake2.jpg basement of The Renezvous bar on 2nd Ave in Seattle’s hip Belltown neighborhood. Here’s me caught stealing some cake…

We are starting our book tour in a month w/ a event with the Washington Nationals on 6/5.  This is especially nice for me because it was my old stomping grounds.  Well, not exactly Southeast D.C. where the new stadium is…  (When I was a teen, we were instructed never to go to SE and, if we were ever lost there, we were encouraged to run red lights)  But, I hear “revitalization,” etc., etc. born from the Nats new park have made the place a little nicer.  I’ll see in a month and report back. 

Us and some friends at the Grotto party.

D&J in front… w/ Dave at top far left, Tim, John (Jackie’s squeeze), Andrew (Tim’s squeeze) and Michael (D’s squeeze).  Yes, we need to find Dave a squeeze…


4/28/08: Statto? Stats? Mars? Venus? Can’t We All Just Get Along?

An article (click here for link) appeared in last week’s Sunday Edition of a Wales newspaper in the UK that talked about the differences between men and women in the Wide World of Statistics.  Could it be that there is truly a difference? And is it on gender lines?

mars.gifIt seems that the writer of the article chose to frame the idea in sexual terms, if you may… I’m not so sure about that argument but there are some good points…

One such:

“Sports fans of limited knowledge but acute perceptiveness sometimes have far deeper insights about the game than people who are unhealthily obsessed … The difference between an ‘expert’ and a ‘mere fan’ revolves around knowledge – who knows the most. But many of the characteristics which really separate sports fans have nothing to do with degrees of learning. Instead, they derive from differences in temperament.”

— quoted from: What Sport Tells Us About Life, Ed Smith

OK, “limited knowledge” and “acute perceptiveness” equate to deeper insights? Remember that, guys, when you are arguing with the Missus. They may throw that at you.

BUT THIS ALSO is a good point…

From the same book, Smith says there are those that “just love a bloody good argument” and those that watch “a match like a reader gripped by the narrative of a novel, simply wondering what will happen next.” This, I get.

In our book, we don’t say that people are obsessed — though they may well be. But that term just seems to so negative. To me, those that can recite stats from teams of decades ago are hobbists. Tracking baseball can be a worthwhile and fulfilling hobby, much like playing the piano is for me or
venus.jpgplaying baseball is for others. Are hobbists greater fans? Not by my definition. Most certainly they are a different type of fan. And, really, who cares about the pecking order of fans, anyway?

Now, since this is my blog, and we’re on this topic, here’s a nugget from the intro of our book, It Takes More Than Balls: The Savvy Girls’ Guide to Understanding and Enjoying Baseball (link)

“…Baseball is just fine without its fans having to create unnecessary pecking orders. Other forms of entertainment seem to thrive without such jostling. After all, symphony regulars usually don’t discredit occasional attendees with remarks like, “Mildred! Get this guy behind us. He came to this concert without knowing that Beethoven bridged the classical and romantic periods! The savage!”

So, how about you? Do you enjoy going to a baseball game and eating a hot dog, drinking a cold beer, and feeling the warm sun on your back? Great! Do you enjoy knowing the statistics of the opposing team’s pitchers? More power to you! There are fans who like to score entire games and those who want to score only half. There are those who come late and those who leave early–no harm, no foul. We’ve filled all these roles at one time or another. There are a lot of things going on a baseball game, and it’s any fan’s privilege to soak in as little or as much as they please on any given day…”

So, how about you?