Dickey's Memoir

[bmfc1]

Good article on R.A. in [u:2cmyjtiz]The Washington Post[/u:2cmyjtiz]:
http://www.washingtonpost.com/sports/nationals/mets-knuckleballer-ra-dickey-has-straightened-out-his-life-and-crooked-out-his-pitches/2012/06/06/gJQABCohJV_story.html

[Ceetar]

one from yesterday about his using Game of Thrones music as his intro:

http://www.sportmanagementacademy.com/2012/06/06/a-baseball-game-of-thrones-r-a-dickeys-new-alliance/

[nymr83]

Edgy DC wrote: And of course, he's spent much of his Mets career doing just that. Is there any reason his 2011 chapter was interspersed into little chapterlets throughout the book? It didn't really help the narrative. My guess is that the book comes to the dramatic conclusion in 2010, and the rest is boring tiresome "Life After Garp" epilogue, but he had this extra material by the time he was finished, and it would have been conspicuous had they left 2011 out, so they chopped it up and turned it into garnish. Poor 2011!

That's probably right, but I found the glimpses ahead to the "good times" of 2011 to be uplifting intervals while reading through his struggles. This was one small area in which I found his book to be superior to Hayhurst's "out of my league"

[Guest Mets � Willets Point]

John Cougar Lunchbucket wrote: I promise to give it up when he stops blowing leads.

Promise?

[Guest John Cougar Lunchbucket]

Mets � Willets Point wrote: John Cougar Lunchbucket wrote: I promise to give it up when he stops blowing leads. Promise?

I think it's been proven that giving RA Dickey shit when you guys were all blowing him has only made him a better pitcher. I renege on any and all promises.

PS, ask anyone here, I outbid a roomful of Mets fans to Dickeify my fantasy roster, I know what the score is.

[G-Fafif]

Just finished Wherever I Wind Up. Much to recommend it. Dickey comes across less as the mesmerizing and quirky vocabularian of postgame media scrums and more as a perpetually (and not unreasonably so) insecure human being whose enormous athletic ability (No. 1 draft pick, three-sport star in school) took a wrong turn via physical misfortune. The baseball part of the book is the fight to repurpose himself as a "trustworthy" knuckleballer, with most of the story about the frustration and only a little of the apparent triumph of the past couple of years (which he seems unwilling to accept as anything but temporary). The personal part, about the sad childhood and the lapses of adulthood, is compelling, though nobody outside his professor in continuing education class would ever have read it had he not had the good sense to succeed as a professional baseball player. Big on the spiritual stuff. Very big.

I both love and hate having to consider ballplayers as people, loving it because it makes them so much more real, hate it because I don't want to temper my dismay for a bad outing by understanding more might be going on than YOU SUCK! Dickey's memoir is an outstanding advertisement for understanding.