Good as is discourse…

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

 

silence is better, and shames it:

 

 

(That was the second inning. The grand slam gave the Bulls a 4-3 lead. They didn’t score again, and lost to Rochester, 6-4. It was the Bulls’ third straight loss. They haven’t lost four games in a row all season.)

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How many Durham Bulls does it take to change a light bulb?

Tuesday, August 6, 2013
light in a summer sky

Photo by Frank Hunter.

The scoreboard light that indicates ball three was out last night, so the home plate umpire regularly displayed the count with his fingers for the players to see. Apparently the Bulls’ Utility Maintenance Squad were deployed mid-game to address the problem, but it turned out to be something more than a simple burned-out bulb. So, no ball threes ever appeared: kind of an appropriate Monday mishap.

Appropriate for the Bulls last night, too.

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And furthermore on BABIP after Gwinnett Braves finally beat Durham Bulls in Durham

Monday, August 5, 2013
kid pointing

Photo by Frank Hunter.

I promise I will soon stop bothering you about BABIP (Batting Average on Balls in Play; see this for a succinct explanation), probably right after today’s story concludes, just as I promised (and did) about Hamlet back in June. And why not? Hamlet was a high-contact hitter, but he was done in by terrible baserunning instincts.

When you see the same team over and over again, as we have done with the Gwinnett Braves over the last few weeks (but thankfully no more this year!), you get trapped inside certain thought bubbles, and the only way to burst them is to get a new team in town.

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BABIP Addendum following a Durham Bulls walloping of the Gwinnett Braves

Sunday, August 4, 2013
concessions vendor in stands

Photo by Ivan Weiss.

Quickly. Why waste too many words on an 11-3 blowout, in which the Bulls not only had thirteen hits but were also the beneficiaries of the G-Braves’ terrible fielding? It occurred to me yesterday afternoon that part of the the reason for the Bulls’ high productivity and strong BABIP has to do with another way in which they lead the league: the Bulls strike out less than any other team. Strangely, the awful Braves are second-best at not striking out, but they’re also second-worst at drawing walks.

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State of the Bulls Address: The BABIP Edition

Saturday, August 3, 2013
geese taps

Photo by Leah Sobsey.

The Bulls have thirty games left to play in the regular season. They return to Durham with an astonishing 72-42 record, a fourteen-game lead (at the time of writing this) over second-place Norfolk in the International League, and a very good chance to break the all-time franchise record for wins in a season. They return to Durham Bulls Athletic Park from a very successful road trip through Ohio, splitting four games with the Columbus Clippers and then taking three of four from Toledo, pushing the Mud Hens down below Gwinnett and into the International League basement.

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‘Bull Durham’ at Twenty-Five

Friday, August 2, 2013
Crash and Nuke

Nuke LaLoosh and Crash Davis in Bull Durham.

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Ebby Calvin “Nuke” LaLoosh: How come you don’t like me?
Crash Davis: Because you don’t respect yourself, which is your problem. But you don’t respect the game, and that’s my problem. You got a gift.

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Bull City Summer coincides with the iconic movie’s twenty-fifth anniversary. This makes it hard to not mention, at least in passing, my thoughts on the movie. I was eleven years old when the movie was released, and my memory of that first viewing in the theater was that I stayed awake.

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Photo of the Day: Godzilla?

Thursday, August 1, 2013
Godzilla clouds

Photo by Frank Hunter.

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Blue Monsters in the Bull City

Thursday, August 1, 2013
Blue Monster

Photo by Kate Joyce.

The Green Monster, a thirty-seven foot wall snatches home runs from hitters like a dragon gobbling up knights seeking fame and glory. It lives in Fenway Park in Boston. I’ve watched this monster vanquish many would-be heroes on Sports Center highlights via ESPN. Like most who prefer blue pinstripes to red socks, I’ve loathed the damn thing. But all monsters are not the same. The Green Monster has a blue baby brother approximately 707 miles to its south and I LOVE this beast.

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