13-2. Woot woot. Nice to see them going after the runs early.
Woot woot – regular season starts on Friday morning (Aussie time) and I’m actually prepared ahead of time for following my Red Sox.
Last year’s tracker was a bit of a mishmash of game results, some notes on how the team was going and any injuries, and replicating the win/loss against the other four teams in the American League east division. I felt like I was flicking across three different types of graphs and doing everything three times.
This year I reckon it’ll be easier to see how the BoSox are going if I have the divisional team win/loss in sight the whole time, so I’ve used up a few more pages to have the game notes across only the top of the page with the division across the bottom of the first and fifth pages.
I don’t know how other fans of Major League Baseball keep a track of how their team is going, so I’m making up my own notes as I go along. The handful of diehard fans I know in Australia keep across their team’s performance by visiting the MLB or various other sports news websites, but I haven’t seen anyone else’s notes/teambook at all. I can’t be the only one putting pen to paper, surely!
Here’s my first few pages for the Red Sox season this year. I do the box score for each game and have a little room to write the most important take-away from the game – like a one line summary. I want to get more of a handle on how my team is doing in both home and away series against each team they play, so I started to colour code them – but I think it’s a bit busy. I’ll go back over these pages and draw a box around each series which might show them better.
The bit I am struggling with most is keeping track of where the Red Sox are placed in the American League East division. I drew up a kind of AL East summary page to try to see how they are sitting within the group, but I feel like it’s still too busy as a visual snapshot… I might have to tweak it and see if I can simplify it some more. Originally I thought of the five teams going vertical, but it got a little Tetris-y.
Any ideas for improving my notes would be appreciated and I would love to see your team notes if you keep them!:)
The “race that stops a nation” was run today with a reported $300m swapping hands (mostly in one direction towards the bookies, I’m figuring).
I won $100 on the sweeps at work – but for years I didn’t enter them. As a child, every teacher would run a class sweep for the Cup. I named my beloved toy donkey ‘Think Little’ as he was my very own baby brother to the mighty Think Big. I’d won a purse made out of a coconut for drawing him in my grade 1 sweep. Then I had a few lean years.
Tragedy struck in Grade 5. We all got to draw a name out of the hat for our classroom sweep. The year was 1979 and I drew a fantastic horse called Dulcify. He was a favourite but ‘broke down’ at the last turn to the straight. I didn’t understand what had happened until the tv showed him down on the ground with the vets all around him. I cried and cried.
A by-the-by line in the media gave away the news that a horse was destroyed at Flemington today.
“Oliver had a rollercoaster day after waking to headlines questioning whether he should be riding at all.
His ride in race one – Write the Cheque – finished well down the track, then in race four mount Rose of Peace broke down and was destroyed.”
And just like that, I’m back in grade 5 and I remember Dulcify. Won’t ever forget him.
Well well well. A draw – which is just like kissing your brother a la Angelina Jolie. Can’t believe the Wallabies got out of that one without a loss…or a win…or something. Well done!
But what a torrid and horrible affair. It was stinking hot and humid. DUMB time of year to play a game in the subtropics. Stupid ARU – but that’s hopefully the last half-arsed decision John O’Neill gets to make. An 8pm kickoff, which means it was 9pm for the Mexicans on daylight savings and 3 hours later (instead of 2) for our friends across the ditch.
I wrote yesterday that you have to go far to find a Kiwi supporter that sticks the boot in for no reason. Not that far, as it turns out, section 730 is the distance. There was a whole row of them, in fact. I don’t mind excitable commentary, the history lessons, the constant attempts to troll back inside their minds for a name that alludes them entirely (for the record, it was Frank Bunce you were trying to remember, you dipsticks), but I do mind being covered in your stinking beer before the anthems are sung and the affected accents that seemed to get stronger as the game progressed. Oh, and if you could mind your effing language when you’re in a section with kids, that’d also be awesome!
As for the game – I have NEVER seen the All Blacks show their frustration like that before. They were seriously pissed off. The Wallabies were up in their faces (with knees, foreheads and hands a-groping) and the Ref took care of the rest. The number of errors and subsequent penalties took your attention away from the defence! defence! approach of the Aussies. Solid effort in scrambling tackles and the numbers at the ruck was the best in ages. But the stop/start of it all was farcical. I hope the Aussies take some heart from the effort, but for mine, I’d have loved an attacking game of running rugby – even if we lost it.
We had the chance to race out of the office to catch the All Blacks signing session in the Queen St mall this morning. Tomorrow night is the third Bledisloe Cup match (Australia vs New Zealand in rugby union) – a tournament within a tournament (the Four Nations ‘Rugby Championship’) and it’s meant to be the best of its kind.
Bledisloe games should be the best running rugby around but I’m sad to say that I don’t reckon the Aussies are up to the contest. The forwards don’t get going forward, the backs can’t cover, the play makers are swamped and the number of players out with injury is ridiculous. And don’t get me started on the coach! The All Blacks are gonna steamroll us and then some.
I’ll always hope Australia wins (or at least plays good rugby), but there’s something impressive about the way the NZ team go about their sport. Even the fans are experts on the game – no really – you have to go a fair way to find a deadset arsehole who rips into Australian fans for no reason.
Senna was an awesome driver – particularly in wet conditions. Watch the first lap of Donington 1993 and youll see why. His stats are incredible – some still stand. Easily the best of the best. In the interviews I remember seeing while he was alive, he always answered honestly. Although I dont recall seeing so many where he mentioned his faith as was shown in the doco, it was still there in the little I remember from the early 90s.
His arch-rival – and doesnt there always need to be one? – was Alain Prost. Like Jensen Button and Lewis Hamilton, Schumacher and everyone, Ayrton the Upstart pushed the Professors buttons. It was through their competitiveness that I began to see the politics behind the sport. Considering their animosity at times, Alain Prost was a pallbearer at Sennas funeral and is still a trustee of the foundation set up in Sennas name. That fact surprised me. Gentlemen at the end who realized they brought the best, and perhaps the worst, out of each other in the fight to win.
Awesome DVD. I highly recommend it.