
Yesterday I saw a guy on a bicycle get hit by a car. Squealing brakes, the metal-laced thump of car on bike and body, the clatter-thud of bike and body on pavement. The bicyclist bounded up to his feet and pogoed around in an extreme version of a toe-stub dance, rotating the shoulder that had taken the brunt of the hit from the pavement. This is always the first instinct. Nothing has changed. I'm OK. I'm OK.
I have spent all morning looking at this baseball card from my long gone youth. I spent parts of the past weekend, too, and even several sessions of varying lengths over the past year. My life is absurd. Again and again I have returned to this card, which appears to have been rendered by the general employment of the crude techniques of card doctoring usually reserved for uniform and cap. The whole world is doctored, from the strangely lifeless flesh to the impossibly white buck teeth to the lifeless taxonomy eyes to the hazy green and brown beyond. The days come and go. The blank canvas beneath it all, the silence, abides.
The above post is:
a) philosophic
b) poetic
c) both a & b
d) none of the above
http://www.baseball-reference.com/m/mintogr01.shtml
Still fully unsettling. I guess even the Cardboard Gods had to have an anti-Aphrodite...? Just to keep the pantheon humble and what not.
Either that, or Greg Minton was really created as a sort of comic book character, intended to exist only in two dimensions. Eventually, when people began to believe that Greg Minton was real, they hired an actor to play him in "real life."
Chilling.
"It looks like the Alex Katz portrait of Greg Minton."
I was thinking more that the painting might have been the work of the great chronicler of buckteethed bespectacled mouthbreathers (among other types), Daniel Clowes...
http://www.fantagraphics.com/artist/clowes/pussey.jpg
Actually, that's great info. Now if only you can explain Jack Clark's hand on his 1989 Topps card.
Yikes
http://content.answers.com/main/content/wp/en/4/47/Rick_Jones_(comics).jpg
And here's Rick Jones's alter ego thrusting his cosmic-powered pelvis:
http://members.aol.com/whoclix/marvell.gif
15 : "That's just what they'd like you to believe."
Duly warned. And on that note:
11 : "So much for mystery."
The mystery endures.
"[There are t]wo players with the same first and middle name. One started his career with the Dodgers, one ended his career with the Dodgers. As a rookie, the younger man was managed by the older man. As a rookie, the older man was a teammate of the man who managed the younger man's last season. Who are the two men?"
Also, updating the Billy Joel/Ramblin' Pete saga: the latest song on my answering machine was an extremely long version of "Scenes from an Italian Restaurant" that crescendoed in a prolonged falsetto screech that intrigued and troubled my cats.
I'm teaching "Into the Wild" this semester (I made the decision before I knew there was a movie coming out). When the kids ask me what Chris McCandless looked like at the end, I'll show them your Greg Minton card.
I love that book.
"Trivia question = uncle."
OK, a clue:
There is an A to Z element to the question. In other words, the first and middle names of the two players are identical, but their last names could not be much farther apart in the alltime alphabetical registry of baseball names.
What other "interesting" paired names are there? Aaron and Gehrig. Bonds and Beane. (Cust and Hannahan?)
Buzz Boyle
Moose McCormick
Estel Crabtree
Algie McBride
I would never (ever) have any recollection, whatsoever, of "Rick Jones" appearing on a baseball diamond, or in a box-score, but he WAS the "little buddy" of not only The Hulk and Captain Mar-vell, but Captain America as well.
A "little buddy" for hire, as it were. Sort of like Desi Relaford...
But thanks for stirring up that painful memory from the sediment of my unconscious mind.
Glad to see your moniker in the comments once again, Catfish326.
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