Most animals find numbers and basic math uninteresting (Cat: “Who sent you here? Go away.”) or irrelevant (Dog: “I either had one treat or 50 treats out of the bag there on the floor, it’s hard to say for sure. I have to go barf on your shoes now.”)
But, not baseball fans. We love numbers and statistics. Wins, losses, batting averages are just a start. ERA. RBI. WAR, WHIP, WPA. Yeh, I know, it’s annoying.
Chris Davis’ batting average when wearing an orange jersey? .407 (through June anyway)
A Word Press editor recently suggested that bloggers check their page view numbers no more than once a week.
How can I twist my page views into obscure, meaningless statistics about my self-worth and popularity, if you won’t even let me look at them?
I check my statistics daily. Sometimes every couple hours. (I just checked them.) I don’t want to miss a single page view.
Hey look, it’s you and me!
So, it didn’t get past me when my “Followers/Subscribers” number hit 999 earlier this week.
If you blog, you know how sketchy this number is.
Barry Bonds hit 762 home runs in his career. I have 999 followers.
(Here’s a stat: I have more followers than Barry Bonds has home runs.)
But, both numbers are juiced. Barry Bonds used steroids. I get followed mostly by spammers and a baffling number of non-English speakers. Welcome, “callgirlsdubai”!
But, still … a milestone IS a milestone, even if it is meaningless.
So, I put out the word to my friends – follow my blog and help me reach 1,000. And, almost immediately Jamie did.
I love Jamie. She is wonderful.
She is follower 1,000.
I decided then and there that I would write a blog post in her honor. Here we go.
Jamie has two dogs, two cats, and one husband.
And, here’s what she told me about baseball:
We have a big baseball conflict in our house. I’m a hardcore Yankees girl, and Jaremy lives, eats and breathes the Red Sox. Our compromise is the Nationals.
I have always said that 100 percent (look, more numbers!) of Nationals fans are default “fans”. They’re really fans of other teams, but since they’re near Washington, DC, oh hell, they might as well root for the Nats since they’ve got nothing better to do. Jamie has proven me 100 percent correct. (I told you, she is wonderful.)
So to honor Jamie, I will write five nice things about her Yankees. (If you’ve come looking for my post on Yankees jokes … please click here.)
OK, sigh, here we go.*
Five nice things about the Yankees
He was born in Baltimore. Played briefly for an early incarnation of the Orioles … and bestowed one of the very best curses on the Red Sox that you’ll ever see. (Once the Curse of the Bambino ran out – and by god it had a good run – the Red Sox started winning, getting all uppity, and growing facial hair. Still, it’s not too late for the Babe to re-wallop them with another good Bambino-sized curse from the great beyond. Come on, it’ll be fun.)
2) Yogi Berra.
The Yankees catcher was the inspiration for Yogi Bear. And, who doesn’t love Yogi Bear?
I once had a cat named Yogi, who was named after Yogi Bear. He was a darn good cat.
3) If you follow the family tree, the New York Yankees were originally the Baltimore Orioles.
That New York stole the original Orioles from Baltimore (for a paltry $18,000 in 1903) is not surprising. In 2000, the Yankees stole pitcher Mike Mussina from the Orioles (he cost the Yanks $88.5 million). (I’m still pretty upset about this.)
4) The Yankees have won 27 World Series titles. (The Orioles have won three.)
5) George Costanza used to work there.
I know I don’t really have 1,000 readers, but maybe I have a few. Quality over quantity is my motto. I’m glad you’re one of them.
* Please don’t think I’ve gone soft on the Yankees, people. Jeffrey Maier will never be forgotten.