I Threw a Home Run Ball Back

I arrived a bit late to last night’s game, miss­ing the first inning, but I was there for the fol­low­ing 15. What hap­pened in the top of the 4th is some­thing I’ll prob­a­bly remem­ber — and maybe regret — for the rest of my life. I talked to Enri­co over at The 700 Lev­el about it ear­ly this morn­ing. He post­ed our chat in full here.

It was a pret­ty amaz­ing, if con­fus­ing expe­ri­ence. I knew the ball was head­ed direct­ly at me from the moment it left the bat. It just loomed large as it approached. It seemed to be mov­ing slow­ly right before it com­plete­ly explod­ed into the seats next to me. Even though it end­ed up being a beau­ti­ful night, I’m hap­py Helen and Char­lie weren’t with me because I don’t know what we would’ve done as the ball approached. Duck and cover!

Instead it land­ed harm­less­ly in a cuphold­er. I grabbed the ball and tossed it back onto the field. It near­ly rolled to the infield. Should I have turned and hand­ed it to the young girl keep­ing score behind me? In ret­ro­spect, yes, I prob­a­bly should’ve. But I’m not sure any­thing will feel quite as euphor­ic as hear­ing a sta­di­um full of peo­ple cheer the one time you throw a ball inside a major league ball­park. That was amazing.

I’m con­fi­dent that if we hang on to our seats in left field we’ll prob­a­bly get anoth­er shot in the future. We don’t have many right­ies who pull or hit for pow­er, but I’m going to guess that sit­ting in the heart of the low­er left field seats gives me as good a chance as any of catch­ing one in the future. (As I wrote this, Jayson Werth hit a ball that snuck over the left field wall. See!?)

You can help the poor Astros out by watch­ing this video of Car­los Lee’s homer here. Look for me at the :18 and lis­ten to the cheer go up. Tell me that isn’t awesome!

What Philly’s Blogger Tax Really Says About Bloggers

I was one of the first peo­ple to write about this —  you can read my rather impolitic tweet here — and I hope I’m one of the last. I like what Tom had to say today over at P’unk Ave’s blog, but I’d like to take this a step fur­ther and talk for just a sec­ond about what it means for the Philly blog­ging com­mu­ni­ty, inas­much as one exists.

Y’all look real­ly dumb. Any­one who vent­ed spleen about the so-called “blog­ger tax” Mon­day morn­ing real­ly lived up to the blog­ger stereo­type, which essen­tial­ly boils down to reac­tionary twits who can’t so much as fact check before com­plete­ly going bonkers.

Worse, it shows that for all the gains blog­ging has made in becom­ing main­stream media, most blog­gers have zero news sense. I don’t work at the New York Times, but in the three years I’ve spent at comcast.net I’ve learned a ton from folks who are trained jour­nal­ists about what is news and what isn’t.

Y’all got played. The news cycle is dead. If it weren’t for Elin split­ting with Tiger, there’d be just about no news at all. (Lit­tle secret: peo­ple are pret­ty tired of the whole Lohan saga by now.) If you’re a small news org look­ing to make hay in late August, go with some­thing local and def­i­nite­ly do some­thing that screams link bait.

It worked. That sto­ry spread like wild­fire sim­ply because all the self-pro­fessed media fire­men ran around spray­ing gaso­line. I’m not very active in the local blog­ging com­mu­ni­ty, but I’d be hard-pressed to join forces with peo­ple who spazzed out so relent­less­ly over some­thing that’s been a known issue for quite some time.

Worse, there were a hand­ful of peo­ple who felt that blog­ging should be sub­si­dized. I’m all for gov­ern­ment sub­si­dies, par­tic­u­lar­ly those that go toward hous­ing and feed­ing peo­ple, pro­mot­ing gen­er­al wel­fare sort of stuff. Blog­ging? You must be kid­ding. Unless you’re talk­ing about folks elect­ing to pay dona­tions to help cov­er host­ing fees or what have you, you must seri­ous­ly be jok­ing. Isn’t this what stu­dent loans are for?

Peo­ple real­ly need to ask them­selves who’s hurt by this. I’m guess­ing that most blog­gers won’t have the tax­man bang­ing down their door any­time soon, or May­or Nut­ter hold­ing a press con­fer­ence out­side your apart­ment build­ing to talk about how much you owe the city in back tax­es. Call it a hunch, but I’m guess­ing most peo­ple don’t even have Google ads enabled on their sites. Fun­nier still, isn’t blog­ging a dying trend? Isn’t it fun­ny how this sto­ry spread viral­ly on Twit­ter and not through­out the blo­gos­phere as it might’ve just a few years ago.

I get that $300 seems like a chunk of change to folks who are free­lanc­ing. I’ve been there. It’s a mess. The has­sle made me ditch free­lanc­ing entire­ly and I was for­tu­nate enough to find gain­ful employ­ment. But if $300 seems like too much to start a busi­ness, you have to ques­tion your com­mit­ment to mak­ing it work, as well as pos­si­bly rehash­ing your busi­ness mod­el. Fact of the mat­ter is, peo­ple want to abol­ish the small busi­ness tax as a lever against all sorts of oth­er parts of the Philadel­phia tax code no doubt. Could you imag­ine what it would be like here if peo­ple were pay­ing less in tax­es? They’d have to shut the city down and turn out the lights! Next time you com­plain about the busi­ness priv­i­lege tax or city wage even, talk to your friends in the ‘burbs who are pay­ing through the nose on prop­er­ty tax­es, not to men­tion their utilities.

When I wrote that tweet about blog­gers owing the same $300 bucks as some­one bak­ing cup­cakes, I for­got to add that at least cup­cakes pro­vide a social good, not to men­tion that they’re freakin’ deli­cious. Blog­ging can be a lot of fun, but you real­ly can’t take your­self too seri­ous­ly. Try hard­er next time, guys. You’re bet­ter than this. It makes us all look bad when you don’t.

Else­where, Sean Blan­da tries to set the record straight.

The Khyber Post-Mortem

I went to my fare share of shows at the Khy­ber while it last­ed. Was­n’t it great? The stretch they had was noth­ing short of amaz­ing now when I look back on some of the shows I saw there. Sure, there were your obscure psych rock artists like Ghost, city main­stays Bar­do Pond and the occa­sion­al top flight book­ing that was an absolute coup.

I saw the Decem­berists there in 2004, when they were plen­ty famous enough to play a big­ger venue, yet not so big that every­one and their broth­er was a fan. I caught Trad, Gras och Ste­nar there, too. My first glimpse of the Nation­al came there, too. They booked almost any­thing worth see­ing, until John­ny Bren­da’s came along and Sta­cie George stopped book­ing there and the city’s music scene moved north to Fishtown.

It was a beau­ti­ful mess of a place, sand­wiched between too many bad Old City spots to count.  Most of them came and went and now the Khy­ber has (sort of) gone, too. When I read that they intend to trans­form the dingy bar into a fan­cy Japan­ese eatery, I near­ly died laugh­ing. It was the sweati­est, smok­i­est club I’ve ever had the plea­sure of patron­iz­ing. Don’t get me wrong: Steve Simons has had suc­cess as a restau­ran­teur else­where in town, even if those spots are pret­ty unre­mark­able, but this is noth­ing short of using con­ceal­er to cov­er one of Old City’s most trea­sured blemishes.

I’m glad they had the good sense to run the venue into the ground for a good four years or so before doing this. Oth­er­wise I might have real­ly cared.

How I’m Feeling Today

I wish I were jok­ing when I said that this scene from Step Broth­ers was the inspi­ra­tion for Bring Your A’s Game. It’s been a pret­ty amaz­ing day for the project. Great write-ups at Geekadel­phia and Philebri­ty, great peo­ple reach­ing out, and even more peo­ple join­ing the cause on Facebook!

I’m amazed at the lev­el of inter­est that’s already been gen­er­at­ed. If you know any­one who loves base­ball and the City of Broth­er­ly Love, then let them know about Bring Your A’s Game!

Bring Your A’s Game

Remem­ber how I post­ed that thing about bring­ing the Ath­let­ics back to Philadel­phia this morn­ing? Well, it’s kind of becom­ing a thing. I just reg­is­tered a domain for Bring Your A’s Game, a site ded­i­cat­ed to bring­ing the Ath­let­ics back to the City of Broth­er­ly Love.

Where does this rank among my quixot­ic pur­suits? Some­where between my child­hood wish to become Pres­i­dent at 35 (still have two years to get that togeth­er!) and swim­ming in the ’96 Olympics, which is to say, it’s pret­ty far out there. Does this sound com­plete­ly insane, yet strange­ly appeal­ing to you? Be in touch!

As an aside, do you think I should start a Kick­starter account to raise the $295M to buy the team out­right?