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I am ready to embrace the offseason. I really and truly am. But if I come up with a blog post idea that will let me re-visit a time when Minor League Baseball was actually played every day, then you best believe I’m gonna do it.
And today, that idea is this: to present my favorite photos that appeared on this blog during the 2009 season. I did not apply any specific criteria when making these selections, other than to ask myself “Does this photo make my inner-most being cry out in rapturous wonderment?.” If the answer was in the affirmative, then you will see it listed below. Hopefully, your innermost being will respond similarly.
What follows are my top 10 pics of the year, listed in the order in which they appeared on this blog.
Master Yogi Berra Lets Loose — On April 21, Greensboro Grasshoppers canine mascot Master Yogi Berra had a bit of an on-field accident. The following is one of two pictures I obtained of the incident (the “clean version”, if you will):
Ceremonial Centenarian — On April 24, Round Rock Express season-ticket holder Chris Nocera threw out the first pitch. She is 102 years old — and very determined:
Cream Stick Gets Creamed — The Akron Aeros nightly “Cream Stick Race” was, by all accounts, a chaotic free-for-all. Here, Vanilla feigns innocence immediately after pushing Maple to the ground:
A Moo-ving Image — A key component of the Wisconsin Timber Rattlers’ “Salute to Cows” was a mooing contest. The following picture depicts the eventual champion as he readied himself for the moo of his life:
An A-peel-ing Photo — As part of the Idaho Falls Chukars’ “Potato Night”, so-called “Spuddy Buddies” were thrown into the crowd. It was a thing of beauty:
Belly Quickly Busted — This guy couldn’t even make it out of the first round in the Williamsport Crosscutters’ annual “Belly Buster” contest:
If you have any photos from this past se
ason that you think are worthy of inclusion in this blog, then by all means get in touch. I’ll be waiting patiently for your correspondence.
As part of my new “Don’t Enjoy Life, Just Blog” initiative, I am attempting to post new content as much as possible. So let me take time out on this beautiful afternoon in order to share a photo I have recently obtained.
Let it be known that our current Commander-in-Chief is an ardent supporter of Ben’s Biz Blog:
This was the second-most notable celebrity spotting of my life. Unfortunately, no photos exist of the time I saw the bad guy from “UHF” in the Metropolitan Museum of Art.
I was attendance at the Brooklyn Cyclones’ “Bellies and Baseball” promotion yesterday, and filed an article on the experience that can be read HERE.
However, following MiLB.com standard operating procedure, said article contained exactly ONE photograph. Believe it or not, I took far more than one photograph, and would like to share them here within the hallowed confines of this blog.
The evening (which, just so we’re clear, was a salute to pregnancy) started off with a pre-game outfield Lamaze Class
Once the Lamaze Class wound up, the ladies and their mates gathered together for a group photo:
Cyclones players really had their hands full when it came to catching the ceremonial first pitch:
The evening was sponsored by the fine folks at Palmer’s Cocoa Butter, who awarded gift baskets to some of the ladies and also provided free cocoa butter samples to fans as they left the ballpark. This was one of the products in the gift basket, which amused me greatly due to the fact that I am 11 years old:
During the game, pregnant ladies were offered complimentary food at the so-called “Craving Station”. (from left to right: pickles, olives, pizza, ice cream, some guy):
The TRI-umphant winner of the TRImester TRIcycle race:
Lest I forget, there was also a “Paint Your Own Bobblehead” giveaway on this evening, complete with a painting station on the concourse. Here are several interpretations of how Sandy the Seagull would look in a Dali-esque hallucinogenic netherworld:
At any rate, I hope to be adding video to this post very soon. If I told you of the hardships I have experienced on the technical front as of late, you would be amazed that one could live through such an ordeal. Or, more likely, you would nod politely while wondering why you ever agreed to go on a date with such a self-absorbed doofus.
Update! Against seemingly insurmountable odds, I shot a video, saved it to my computer, edited it, and uploaded it to YouTube.
Update II — Never mind the above. Let’s move on.
Update III — Here goes nothing:
And in regards to Coney Island — it is one of my favorite places in all of New York City. When I get the time (read: never), I’ll do a post on some of the incredible things the neighborhood has to offer.
I attended yesterday’s “Baracklyn Cyclones” promotion at KeySpan Park in Coney Island, and am currently working on an article recapping the evening’s events.
(update: article is here)
But, because it is important for me to remain America’s go-to Minor League promotional guru, I feel compelled to share the following image immediately. It is an all-time classic.
Photo Credit: George Napolitano/Brooklyn Cyclones
If you want or need more information on this little bit of Minor League promotional genius, then simply click here (I am linking to the Mets.com version of the article, so that one can also enjoy the supremely entertaining reader comments).
But the Cyclones aren’t the only team that have come down with a temporary case of Obama-mania. In Charleston, South Carolina (a red state, no less), the RiverDogs have launched several promotions that are related to our new Commander-in-Chief.
First, there was last year’s Bobblection, which was staged by all six of the Goldklang Group’s professional ballclubs. Upon arriving at Charleston’s Joseph P. Riley ballpark, fans were given the choice of an Obama or McCain bobblehead. 58.1% chose Obama.
Then, last week, the RiverDogs announced their new “Stay’Cation” ticket package with a press release that began thusly:
“Even though Barack Obama was inaugurated as the 44th president of the
United States less than two weeks ago, the Charleston RiverDogs are
still on the inauguration kick announcing the inception of the
STAY’CATION Package as part of the season-long Stretch Your Dollar
The above example is a marginal one, but I must work in threes. For my third example is the best of all. Behold, this:
The Charleston RiverDogs want to present the Obamas with a
unique breed for their new family pet, Charlie the RiverDog.
Charlie the RiverDog is, of course, a mascot. Apparently, he will make an ideal White House resident:
While not technically a labradoodle or Portuguese water dog, Charlie is
one-of-a kind and most importantly, a certified rescue dog which should
sit well with the First Lady. On top of that, the many people walking
around the White House won’t have to worry about stepping in any
“unfortunate accidents” because Charlie comes completely housetrained.
Well, that’s good to know. But the most impressive selling points are mentinoned a few paragraphs later:
President and Mrs. Obama made the fist bump hip and popular during the
road to the White House and Charlie is prepared to help them take it to
the next level with some “booty bumping.” During Presidential dinners
Charlie can help bring smiles to foreign heads of state with his
impressive array of dance moves to nearly any type of music.
If the opportunity to help a Minor League mascot become the family dog of a newly-elected President is something that appeals to the inner core of your being, then your next move should be to join the Facebook group “Send Charlie to the White House“.
This is democracy in action, practiced in exactly the way our forefathers intended.
So, without further ado, here are some odds and ends:
— Tonight I will be a guest on Minor League Baseball Radio. The show begins at 11 p.m., and I believe that I will be up first. So listen in, and call the studio @ 646-652-2962 if you have any pressing questions for yours truly.
— Today my first “Perspectives” piece ran on MiLB.com. Check it out here. Not surprisingly, it focuses on blogging. Please give it a read, and then take my suggestion: start a Minor League blog! Find your niche and get writing.
— Finally, there is this piece on the Bowling Green Hot Rods and their quest to decorate their team store with license plates. If you think this is the kind of story that would have made a good blog post…well, you’re right. But this is the kind of information that has got to get to the masses as we all work toward saturating the media landscape with information pertaining to the world of the Minor Leagues. That’s what we’re doing, right? Hello?
Okay, hopefully tomorrow will include some original content. Goodbye for now, and apologies for the lack of jokes in this post. It goes against every instinct I have to write a post and not include any horrible puns or plays on words.
Throughout the past month, I have taken the time to highlight some promotions to look out for during the 2009 season (if the content of these posts has slipped your mind, just click here, here, and here).
But an email arrived in my inbox today touting what may be 2009’s premier promo thus far: On June 23, the Brooklyn Cyclones will transform themselves into the BARACKLYN Cyclones. The club has established a website that is dedicated solely to this promotion, and is well worth exploring. But here are the most crucial details:
For one night this summer, the Brooklyn Cyclones will be
transformed into the Baracklyn Cyclones, honoring the 44th President of the United
States with a night of patriotic partying at
The June 23rd festivities will feature:
white, and blue jerseys adorned with the team’s new name
Obama bobbleheads to the first 2,500 fans in attendance, featuring
the President in a Baracklyn Cyclones Jersey
Stimulus Package: From 10am
on January 20th – Inauguration Day – to midnight
on January 23rd, ticket prices for the June 23rd game will be “rolled back” to
the Cyclones’ inaugural 2001 season rates: $10 Field Box Seats, $8 Box Seats,
$5 Bleacher Seats. Beginning January 24th, tickets will be priced at the
regular 2009 rates ($15, $12, $8)
Universal Health Care: Free Band-Aids to
the first 1,000 fans
Naming Rights: Anyone named Barack gets in
for free (Bring your ID on the night of the game)
Joe the Plumber special: any plumber named
Joe gets two free tickets – one for
himself, and one to “spread the wealth”
with a friend (Bring your ID and a business card or proof of employment on the
night of the game)
Bi-Partisan Consolation Prize: anyone named
McCain or Palin will get a free Bleacher Seat (Bring your ID on the night of
A clear-cut Exit Strategy: fans will
receive American Flags and discount coupons as they leave the ballpark.
All in all, this stands to be the most talked-about political promo since Bobblection riveted our nation last summer. Now, I realize that some of you may be saying that you just McCain’t wait until June 23, because all other promotions Palin comparison. Well, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’re going to have to Biden your time until then.
Nothing like going out on a high note, right? Email all complaints to: firstname.lastname@example.org