Edgy MD

Personally I think he's too kind to those who abuse the art of adaptation. It's not about faithfulness, it's about respect. The worst adaptations don't care about the source material at all. They borrow authority from their superiors. And don't always return it intact.

Another trip through the rotation, another night when sons of men pointlessly try and oppose Rainy Lara with ashen clubs. 8.0 IP, 2 H, 0 R, 0 ER, 1 BB, 9 SO His ERA sits at 1.17. People in Savannah are soooooooo lucky. Game had to go to the eleventh, before the Gnats broke through for six runs and the win, but break through they did.

Welcome back, Collin. Find other Mets in their wedding picture.

Man on bench reading paper.

themetfairy wrote: I know that it's supposed to be a commentary on the shallowness of the era, but a good film needs to have something that resonates with the viewer. When I was a kid, I guess in the wake of the Redford film, "Gatsby" was a theme of many an adult party, and all my friends seemed to have photos of their parents in goofy ice cream suits and flapper dresses. It bothered me in a way I couldn't get until I read the book and saw the film in high school --- these people were dreadful, and to celebrate and stylize (or, for Luhrmann, hyperstylize) their taste, seems to be about invite folks into a dark place where extreme shallowness is elevated.

> Eddie and the Cruisers?

That's certainly the idea.

Yeah, I don't know how they can let themselves get away with that. But obviously, all that "we paid so much attention to detail, it's scary" stuff is self-promotion. In the Disney tradition, you create this composite figure as a cosmic scapegoat, make him devilish enough to get the rest of us contemporary right-minded whities off the hook, but overlook the fact that this poor figure you've made a conflation of all racist ballplayers is a real dude with people who loved him --- which doesn't make him a saint, but doesn't make his life cheap fodder for the point you want to make either.

How unsurprising but disappointing nonetheless. Jackie Robinson biopic made pitcher who faced him a villain - daughter

Here comes the Rain again, throwing seven innings against the Rome Braves. IPHRERBBSOHRERA7.05210801.42 That didn't get the Sand Gnats a win --- suddenly punchless with Nimmo on the shelf, but it did accomplish the remarkable feat of lowering a 1.45 ERA That's a 38 strikeouts to four walks, a 9.5-1 ratio. We may not have a first-place team, but with Harvey, Wheeler, Montero, Snydergaard, and Lara, it's like we have a marquee guy going every night at five different levels, and they seem to have their starts scheduled right now like they're in a rotation.

Notice how desperately he avoids the Romeo & Juliet question.

You know, Baz Luhrman and his fabulous overindulgence (overindulgent fabulousness) have their defenders. But who out there is going out of their way to see Romeo & Juliet again?

The part with the boy was better, certainly. I'd do a review, but... just input my complaints about most superdude movies here.

Ironmeh.

Adam Rubin scrambling and defensive is not a sightly thing. You speak arrogantly and decisively and condescendingly about something way unknown and it's the least surprising thing in the world that your words should come back to bite your sweet ass. You expect to see Francesa blame the messenger when shown his own words. It's sad to see Rubin do it.

TransMonk wrote: This guy's gonna be a beast. Truer words are rarely spoken. It's a good time to look above and review Adam Rubin's jive-assed Twitter tirade.

I kinda liked this, as part of the brief run of almost-memorable movies starring young River Phee.

That's funny. My thoughts were pretty close to your original.

Man, Ian Bladergroen. Did that guy wreck the joint in Capital City or what? Seventy four ribeyes in a short season league (72 games!). That's some baseball. Gets traded for Doug Mientkiewicz in a deal that drove headline editors crazy, and they both end up being fool's gold at their respective levels.

Twenty-seven strikeouts and one walk so far in 22 2/3 innings at Binghamton. He's 3-0 with a 1.59 ERA. Hard to see what prospect watchers wouldn't like about him. I guess he's not particularly big, but mercy. He's been as stupid good at AA as Harvey in the bigs. In some ways, moreso. "Hello, my name is Rafael Montero. Prepare to die."

There you go. Fantine sells her teeth in the novel, but it's done "off-screen," in a scene Hugo doesn't describe first hand. They leave that out of the stage musical, but include it in the film musical and insist on depicting it directly. Realism.

What kind of name is ScarJo?

Churchmouse is a little old for AA, but more or less getting it done, with a 3.68 ERA in his first 7 1/3 innings. More useful is the nine-strikeout number, against three walks.

why can't the Mets ever draft one of these guys? it reminds me of when the Knicks purposely skipped over St. Johns' Ron Artest to take Fredric Weis. well maybe not, but you know, lets get a local school feeding our minor league system. There'd be alot of support if a kid like that made it to the show in Queens. Or he can make a big splash and then get buried and dumped like Mark Jackson. Johnnies have played for the Knicks over the years: Jackson, Mel Davis, Reggie Carter, Lavor Postell. In earlier days: Dick and Al McGuire, John Warren, Max Zaslofsky. It's another stupid side-effect of the draft and the salary cap. Teams shouldn't have to make coldblooded decisions between a hometown hero and other guys who rate a tad higher on their draft board. If they think the match is right, they should be able to take a both-and strategy. If the 1985 Knicks are in love with Mullin and how marketable he is in the New York region, they should be able to pursue both him and Ewing, if the money is too dear, they dial things down and go for Mullin and Karl Malone or Mullin and Xavier McDaniel, or say all Redman and go for Mullin and Bill Wennington. That should be a viable option. It would be great.

The funny thing is that's kind of analogous to Jackie. Part of the genius of Rickey --- and the mystery of Robinson --- is that he was more or less a semi-indifferent baseballer up until the Dodgers approached him. It was his third- or fourth-best sport, but there were a few bucks to be made after leaving the army, so he joined the Monarchs. Rickey not only recognized the athleticism that was more nurtured on the gridiron and track than on the diamond, but the focus to turn those talents to baseball and bring the refinement to his game as an adult that other ballplayers had learned much younger. Maybe a baseball-first guy wouldn't have made the best pioneer, too focused on advancing his own dream to see the bigger picture. Who knows? But the Robinson on the basebaths was the real deal, and the skills he learned to escape the rundowns were a halfback's skills, staying low, dropping a powerful arm to the ground, using it as a fulcrum, and turning 180 degrees in an instant. Backman and others have used the same technique, obviously to lesser effect.