Doctor Lilith Sternin Crane

not dead yet

the way i enjoy baseball isn't that unusual in the age of short attention spans i guess, but i rarely think about a game as a holistic nine innings. i love the individual moments, like wow! vientos got a grand slam, or awww! i get to hear "my girl" again as lindor comes up. even something like, great job! you struck out ohtani, i'm into that. it's why it never bothered me whether the mets won or lost. (there's probably someone out there calling it a "coping strategy").

all of my favourite parts about baseball that tie these moments together, like warm days at the ballpark or GKR on the call, are not available right now. the commentators on fox are, to be generous, jackasses, it's october in new york so it's getting cold, and the ballpark isn't the relaxed experience of the regular season. even my husband, the more traditional sports fan, gets visibly (albeit temporarily) upset when things go awry.

but there's still hope in the city. i talked to some strangers mets fans on the subway yesterday, something that really only happens when the vibes are good. and while the coverage depicts hoards of folks leaving citi field early, i see my husband, my friends and neighbours who are there staying until the very end, because that's what it means to show support.

the mets aren't dead yet and i will not quit on them. i didn't quit at those games i was at when they were 0 - 5, and i won't quit now.

(i will listen to the radio coverage again tonight though because i just can not with fox anymore, i think i'd hate baseball if that was how it was all the time.)

Doctor Lilith Sternin Crane

Cheers - Norm, Is That You?

i love archeology for the sole reason of knowing that we've always been the same. we've always admired the stars, always wondered about the purpose, the creation, the higher power. we're connected by art, music, dance, laughter we've shared with eachother. i can feel our history in every handshake, in every smile, every tear on my cheek. we've always been human, looking up to the sky, wondering, searching for answers, feeling as alive as ever.

MLB has been rubbing secret, special mud on all the baseballs for the last 80 years to give them good grip and they just figured out why it works so well.

One guy collects the special mud from his family's fishing hole. This is the most baseball thing in the world.

i can't fucking shut up about the man that people are starting to call "The Claims Adjuster" because he not only shot that evil fucker but:

wrote deny defend depose on the bullets in sharpie

deliberately left behind a backpack in central park full of fucking monopoly money

and the cherry on top (so far) is that he potentially used a gun that was designed for veterinarians to put down sick animals

its art, its amazing, this is the best thing thats happened in like 10 years and he is my hero. Everything has felt so bleak and this is like a ray of light shining through the dark clouds into my soul

may they never catch him, and may we never find out who he was

youll live inside a thousand beautiful memories rippling into each other forever inside my mind. ill take you on a trip to my grave

she lets me hit because every day is an opportunity

The Dodgers may have won the pennant, but the Mets have won my heart.

It’s only been a couple of weeks since I saw a clip of Ohtani’s HR/SB record and then the Polar Bear’s homer to claim the wild card spot in the NLDS but I feel like I’ve been a fan of this team for years.

In a way I think it’s poetic that the player that got me thinking about baseball in the first place was the player to knock out the team I immediately latched on to.

So, while it was a rollercoaster ride through the Phillies series into a 2-4 loss in the NLCS, I’m so proud of what the Mets achieved this year and where they got to considering where they started.

I may not even know when the baseball season starts up again, but I’m going to be there cheering for the Mets whenever it does.

Of all the "Answers" to the Fermi Paradox, I think the one that fills me with the most sorrow is the "Early Bird" answer. Because there is nothing we can do about it.

Our galaxy is still in one of it's earliest generations of stars that could have life bearing planets. So we just got here too fast compared to everyone else. Like a child so eager and excited to rush outside and play with the other kids of the neighborhood...only to find every other house on every street is empty.

god. wow. yeah