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Friday, March 11th, 2005 | 12 Comments »It turns out that life in a blue state includes more than just Steely Dan, gay sex in public, and chardonnay with the fellows. How many of you suckers are drinking a $36 Home Heating Credit this weekend?
All my best, from the state with two hard-charging elk on its seal,
Mattbot
Music News!
More lost classix…
The Walkmen, Everyone Who Pretended to Like Me Is Gone
Braille Stars, "Golden Dream"
Sparklehorse, "Apple Bed"
…and the first purchases in over three months!
Bullet Train to Vegas, s/t (EP)
Wilco, A Ghost Is Born (2xLP)
Stars As Eyes, Enemy of Fun (LP)
For some reason I don’t remember Rick Ankiel’s implosion in the 2000 NLDS. These sorts of physical and mental blocks are incredibly interesting to me, and not just because I can identify with throwing 20 balls and 3 strikes. (In my only in-game pitching appearance that I can recall, I walked the only batter I faced. I distinctly remember striking out Jeff Schulte in practice though.) From an excellent article:
By the time he took his first legal drink, Rick Ankiel was already an accomplished major league pitcher. As a teenager he was both the High School Pitcher of the Year and the Minor League Player of the Year. At age 20, his first full year in the bigs, he won 11 games for the Cardinals, struck out over a man per inning, and logged an ERA a run below the league average. He possessed a mid-90s fastball and a devastating curve – the best I’ve ever seen – and his future seemed unimaginably vast.
Then one afternoon everything fell apart. You all know the story: he started Game 1 of the 2000 NLDS against the Braves, was sailing along with a big lead in the third inning, then walked four of the next eight hitters and uncorked five wild pitches. His throws hit off the catcher’s glove, hit the backstop, hit everything but the Durham Bull. It was a disaster, an agonizing meltdown on national TV.
The years since have been both strange and oddly familiar for Rick Ankiel, a ceaseless round of hopes and disappointments, one on top of the other.
The stress is gone, but the work is still there. And it was weird so I had some beers.









