Well, it's the new year - 5772 - and it's time to get this blog and the work on the others back on track. I haven't submitted a piece to BBD for over three weeks and it's high time to change that. I'm hoping that a fall schedule permits me to the time and the brain capacity to keep you (and me) posted on what's going on with the Yankees as they head into the last few weeks of the regular season - scant lead over the O's for 1st place in the AL-East - and into the post-season.

November looks like the perfect month to start doing readings/signings from "A Rose by Any Other Name" -- available here: https://www.createspace.com/3527985 - or there are still a small handful of copies on my shelf, available inscribed for the same $14 including shipping/handling (yes, I will actually handle your copy) - just drop me an email and some sort of form of payment.

I was outside the bookstore in Wisconsin this past weekend that is the exclusive (so far) retail outlet for my book; plans are afoot for a reading/signing there this autumn. But I was too busy watching my first, in-person, demolition derby from high atop a Ferris wheel and then kayaking down the Kickapoo (your foot gets smelly) River to even go inside the store; next visit.

Meanwhile, I am back to work on the pair of novels that are in varying states of completion. Today I ordered the first proof copies of "Live Fast! (Die Out of Town)" and while I am looking forward to seeing what that looks like in print, don't expect its release anytime soon. I still have a lot of miles to drive in the Rose-vehicle before unloosing anything else on the world.

Also, looking to spend some time in the more recently written novel, "Giving In." As of this moment, I don't know which comes out first. LF! could be somewhat more of the same as Rose, but Giving In is more of a departure for me as I still don't know if it makes any sense to any one...

The Yankees took two out of three from the Rays (football NY Giants also beat the team from TB this weekend) maintaining that one game lead over the O's who salvaged yesterday's game from the mighty A's. They have the day off today. Tomorrow night heralds the return of southpaw Andy Pettitte to the Yankee starting rotation finally after recovering from injury. The Yanks can really use his steadying force in the front of the rotation; hopes are high that he has enough time to get back up to 100 pitches and be their #2 or #3 starter when it's time for the post-season.

Weather calls for rain on Tuesday, but the Yanks have to hope that it doesn't get in the way of Pettitte getting in 70 pitches or so. I have tomorrow off so I am looking forward to seeing a complete game played live instead of waiting for late night viewings on archive.

Okay, l'shana tovah and stuff.

Brian

Hey y'all--

So, this blog and me are back from hiatus (no longer to be referred to as hiadust as you will read) and the next post will be looking forward. Below is most of the copy to my resignation letter to Burning Man in general and to my volunteer post as a Ranger, a service to Black Rock City that I was proud to provide for the last three and a half Burns...

wasn't necessarily planning on penning this today

but it seems appropriate:

the second rational act i performed after quitting my corporate job, my wife and my city and buying a one-way ticket out

was to buy my first burning man ticket for 2002;

was it prophetic - as the guy working will-call suggested - when my staff credential bracelet was number 911 this year?

*******

having learned many burns back to not to pack the expectations, 

i sincerely did not expect this to be my last trek out to BRC:

but that's what it turned out to be...

going in i was eyeballing the ticket fiasco

and the fear of a newbie-swarm

as an opportunity to walk the dirt, dressed in khaki

and tell it how it is, how it can be

but found myself more often than not

encountering those who had come to a party, but not even knowing what they were celebrating

those who had no clue as to why we come and do what we do in that godforsaken desert...

people who i had camped across from for 3 years now, thought i was a cop

despite as they said, my propensity for wandering around naked (not nekkid)

big blue mohawk playafied up--

but then i'd put on my "uniform" and they were afraid that i was going to bust them for smoking...

i found myself face to face with far more stupid than i ever had in a decade's worth of burns previous

having realized some time ago that i am over certain aspects of the burning man experience

it was the "shooting fish in a barrel" ease of meeting people with whom to have amazing conversations

(or, at the very least, they'd get the joke...)

that had kept me coming back year after year after year

but i palpably felt that dissipate this year;

scales fell:

The Man has no clothes...

but what nauseated and turned me off me far more

was the attitude of "seasoned" burners

and their overwhelming sense of entitlement:

this was something i came across both on shift and off

and it made my decision to leave playa early

and not return the right call for me...

yes, i am long-winded, but i do have an anecdote

that seems worth sharing especially after a friend forwarded me a fb post today

(i usually return from the playa adding friends,

but this year found more call to drop "friends")

i'm on a bike mobile shift w/Geronimo 6p-midnight monday

it's very nearly the witching hour when we're cycling toward hq

when a sheriff driving past waves my partner down to tell us to clear some bikes that are blocking the road;

Geronimo also gets the call from khaki to the same camp/issue

(now here's the set-up:

on the very 1st shift Geronimo & I had walked together 3 years back

we had gotten a call to ranger a mountain of bikes on the esplanade

(btw: i refer to this as "pushing schwinn" but anyway...)

and we spend time/energy hauling chained together bikes out of the way;

there had been 2 more senior rangers working from the other side

who watched us finish up, sweaty and frustrated

(moving 4 bikes chained together no easy task)

the other pair of rangers comment "well, that's one way of doing it..."

they'd gone into the camp and asked the dj to make an announcement for the bike-owners to move them themselves--

brilliant!)

so, there's Geronimo about to go into the camp and speak to the dj while i monitor the radio and his back from the street

but then i look up at the camp's signage and volunteer to be the one to go in

since i had known a lot of people in the camp for a decade, 

known the dj very well from 2 years worth of toil w/mutaytor in los angeles

of course i am going to be the person who goes in to make our simple request

and i go in and find the dj in question (he's not spinning just yet but is about to start)

and i make the usual pleasantries, etc. before bringing up the bike situation.

but when i do, he asks if this is now me in an official ranger capacity

and i say that, yeah, i guess it is...

and he slaps me on the chest and says "that's great" although i heard what he really meant to say.

(had i known then what i know now - that these were my last 10 minutes of rangering at ttitd,

i may have responded "in kind;" that response could have included taking off my lammy 

and something else including my right fist and his mouth)

but instead Geronimo and i cleared the bikes...

pondering why someone other than an ass-hat wouldn't prefer dealing with the likes of me instead of LE)

so:

here's the fb post that said dj posted:

Deejay Wolfie
My experience of Rangers this year at the burn reminded me of the stanford prison experiment, where providing a uniform "swamps the internal moral judgement" of an individual. I went from "aww nice, they're helpful" to "wow, if one more uniform walks in here with that attitude, we're going to throw them out in the street" Just because someone is a cos play uniform volunteer in love with a rule book, does not mean us other burners can be approached as if your self appointed authority holds any water. We all see through the laminate and the brown shirt vibe to the hall monitor child, desperate for the authority one cannot command oneself, but instead must rely on a uniform to furnish. Try approaching us as fellow burners, start by introducing yourself, and you may then get some respect. However, if you ride in out of the dark and bark orders at women campers in the process of getting dressed for the evening, You'll get thrown out of our camp in the rudest way we can muster. 

it's rather amusing that i did EXACTLY what he says would have garnered respect from his camp...

*******

but when there's a self-appointed "neighborhood watch" around where i was camped

calling the sheriffs on disoriented participants who had been wandering around,

"he looked at my bike" was their justification.

fortunately, as i looked on (still a little on the fence about leaving and following a lovely chat w/Ultra in hq-- thanks!) 

the watch committee complimented themselves for calling the sheriffs so that they could keep "burning man good"

i felt done with this part of burning man

but as it took my people 40 years, i suppose i got off easy (good behavior?) after but 11 years wandering that desert...

Cheers
Brian

I'm working on 2 new pieces for Bronx Baseball Daily right now which will cover me well enough for the two weeks I am on vacation. The first piece, and predicated on the Yankees burying the bosox in the Bronx this weekend, will be lambasting the entire boston team and fans for ruining the rivalry. The Yanks did their part in the opening game of the 3 game series last night, winning 6-4 behind a mostly stellar start by Phil Hughes.

Hughes pitched 6 strong innings in his 7 inning start; he gave up four unearned runs in the 2nd although it was his own throwing error -- on what really should have been a double-play, although you can never assume one -- and then shut down the sox the rest of the night. Robertson got the hold for his work in the 8th, Soriano notched another save pitching the ninth.

In between all of that, the Bombers hit 5 solo homeruns - 2 by Swish - and had the big hit, a two-out, rbi single by Nix to hold boston at bay.

Today's game is fox, which means I am blocked out of it; may listen to some on the radio. The finale is a Sunday night affair that I should be able to get to see.

The other piece is going to be a rant on pitch counts, innings limits, righty-lefty specialists and the managers who employ this kind of "cover your ass" mentality when it comes to pitching changes and for GMs the way to "protect their investments. I'll be writing about the "Joba Rules," Tommy John surgery AND Tommy John (he was a real pitcher; he was around this week flapping his gums), and the whole Stephen Strasburg innings limit, potential fiasco for the Nats.

I set a new personal high, and one I hope not to top anytime too soon, by riding my new/old Schwinn approximately 35 miles yesterday to/fro Fridley, MN from Minneapolis. Probably should have only been 30 miles, but between getting lost and the fact that the Lowery Ave. Bridge remains closed I had to do some serious circumventing, etc. on the way out. Funny thing is this is the second time that bridge has done me in; the first time could very well have been on the same exact day a year ago for what that is worth.

After today, I will be down to but 10 scant copies of "A Rose by Any Other Name" on my shelf. If you don't ask now, you will have wasted your entire summer and won't be able to get an inscribed copy from me until fall. If you look for me after Thursday, you will find me a dusty man, or not at all....

Cheers
B.

Leaving town in just over a week and looks like my desert plans are developing. I should probably take a moment and consider the epic dust situation that has early reports and reporters all flamed high. Oh well... It's been dusty and hot before and it will be dusty and hot again; maybe even in the coming weeks. Dust mask you say? Yeah. I'll get on that.

So, starting around this time next week, this blog will be on hia-dust for a fortnight or so. In past years that has meant being totally out of the loop as to what goes on with the Yankees during that stretch. But more recently, my volunteering efforts out on the playa have garnered me some nice perks; perhaps the least of which is internet access, but it does have its valid purposes: mostly to check in with cat-sitters as leaving the gray, furry beast is a hard part of the trip.

That said: I have started to check the standings and important news a couple times during the time frame, but I sure as dust won't be blogging from the Black Rock Desert. I have used the games from the two-week period surrounding the event as a winter life-preserver: I know that there will be about a dozen games I know I didn't watch and they warm my stove during come snow and sleet time.

The Yankees took the second of a 4-game series from the AL-West leading team, The Texas Rangers last night in impressive fashion. The night after Phelps and newly acquired Derek Lowe held the strong-hitting Rangers to two runs in an 8-2 Bomber win, Hiroki Kuroda laid what may have been the best Yankee start this season Texas.

Kuroda took a no-hitter into the 7th; that's the point I told a friend in NY to "tune in now..." I guess he did just in time to see Nix try and fail to get Andrus on a slow roller in the middle of the field that broke up the no-no bid. But no matter- Kuroda re-grouped and threw a shut-out. Swish and Tex went back-to-back in the bottom half of the inning and the Yanks came away with a very fast 3-0 victory.

Meanwhile, the bosox are taking a page from the Bombers' old days and have turned their clubhouse into the Boston Zoo. There is perhaps a mutiny simmering in beantown and as a Yankee fan, not much is sweeter especially when the sawx trail us by 13 games in the loss column and it's mid-August. Currently the Pinstripers have the best record and best run differential in the AL; no team has a bigger lead in their division.

Looks like I will not be so worried about the pennant race when I go on vacation...

Cheers
Brian

While seemingly most of the other writers on Bronx Baseball Daily are of the hand-wringing, "we are doomed" variety, I think I have become more of the Glass-is-Full-scribe. Of course my "Russell Martin needs to GO" piece got bounced (it deserved to even if it was true), but I got on Jeter's bandwagon before other writers and probably same in regard to Raul Ibanez.

So, in keeping with that trend and having re-emerged after missing my piece last week, here's a piece on Freddy Garcia and how he's saving the Yankee bacon in the second half of the 2012 season.

Hail to “The Chief”

Honestly, we never thought it would come to this: from Yankee manager, Joe Girardi, down to the most fair-weather of fans, the expectation that Freddy Garcia would be handed the ball every fifth day in the dog days of August was the stuff of nightmares. But as we wait – impatiently – for the return of Andy Pettitte to the starting five, I feel it imperative to take a moment, or seven hundred and fifty words, and laud some praise on “The Chief” – Freddy Garcia – and be thankful he was waiting in the wings to take that ball from the Skipper and give the Yankees quality starts near every time out.

Here are some numbers that back up how important Garcia has been since his re-instatement to the rotation following Pettitte’s injury; the staff has gone around approximately eight times since the beginning of July. CC Sabathia, while not dominating, is still the Ace and the #1 guy and has backed that up to a 5-0 record over his last eight starts, but I have to admit I was somewhat surprised that his tally is that good-looking.

But during that same stretch that has seen a handful of games sliced from the Yankees lead in the AL-East, Ivan Nova has been 1-4. Phil Hughes has put up a mediocre 3-3 record. Hiroki Kuroda has but a 2-1 mark with four no-decisions during that span including two that he was fairly fortunate not to get saddled with a loss as the Bomber bats have bailed him out; he gave up twelve runs in thirteen combined innings in starts against the Red Sox and the Angels.

Meanwhile, during that same time frame, long-lost Freddy Garcia, with his win on Friday night against the Blue Jays, is 4-3 with a respectable 3.83 ERA; he’s given up three runs or less in seven of those eight starts. I would have to think that if you offered that sample size to most any GM or Manager in MLB for their #5 starter they would take it – joyfully.

But here’s the thing: Freddy Garcia wasn’t even our #5 guy this year; with the additions this past winter of Michael Pineda (we don’t seem to hear a word about his progress), the aforementioned Kuroda and the return of Andy Pettitte, Garcia was the seventh man in a five man rotation. Whether  the affable Bartolo Colon should have been the washed-up, over-the-hill starter Brian Cashman kept or not, Yankee fans really should be pleased with what Garcia has delivered after being pulled out of the mothballs in July.

Yankee fans were calling for Freddy’s release this Spring Training when the seemingly strong additions were made to the staff. When pressed into the rotation to get the season started, Garcia was awful; he had no velocity on his fastball and the rest of his pitches suffered the consequences. Yankee fans with short memories would have packed him off to Pittsburgh to get AJ Burnett back. Garcia was relegated to the last spot in the bullpen.

Not since the days of pitchers getting so deep in Billy Martin’s dog-house and never seeing the mound for extended periods of time do I recall a healthy, Yankee pitcher disappearing like that. Honestly, there were a few times during that time of his exile that I had to check to see if I had missed a story about Freddy Garcia being released, traded or having joined the French Foreign Legion; he was just gone. But unlike some veterans who can remain nameless (Yes, I am writing about Roy Oswalt) Garcia didn’t whine and he didn’t bitch and he didn’t refuse to throw on those occasions that Joe Girardi remembered to call for #36.

And while I don’t really want to open the can of worms about the New York Yankees capping the 2014 team salary at $189M to avoid the luxury tax, it’s a luxury that the Bombers can seemingly afford, and one that we may regret should spots on the squad be filled with prospects over proven, veteran pieces who can step in when injuries strike—those players who have saved the 2012 Yankee season. No other baseball team places that money at the bottom of the roster: the $4M that Cashman scraped together to pay “The Chief” this year was a fine investment to the team’s depth as Freddy Garcia has kept the Yankees in the game when his number gets called – even if he was the seventh guy called.

thanks.

Brian

Having not posted since CC Sabathia's last start, he was about to be taken out, early, from last night's game in Detroit by the time I was able to tune in. What looked like a laugher against the Tigers - an early 7-0 lead - became an 8-3 game with Ichiro's RBI single in the top of the 7th. But I got a little more excitement than I -- or probably Joe Girardi counted on - when the home team mounted an error-abetted comeback in the bottom half of the inning. Robertson relieved CC with two out and gave up four straight hits, albeit a few of them were plays that should have, or could have been made and suddenly it was 8-7 and the Yankees were facing an ugly scene.

But the bats responded in the final two frames and put up a twelve spot and hung on 12-8 last night. Not quite pulling names at random for the line-up, but there was a big shake-up. Granderson, who seemingly sets a new Yankee strike-out record every night, was dropped to 6th and responded. Jeter got to be back in the lead-off spot (2-6) and Swisher moved into the vacated two-spot and reached base nearly every time he came to the plate.

I suspect the line-up for today's get-away day game will look a lot like last night's; here's hoping they respond in similar fashion and split the 4-game set.

The above is the preliminary artwork for the next two, "twin" elephants to continue the chain that will eventually cover my left arm, tail to trunk and so on. Not quite sure if I am impressed with the sketch; not sure if the artist got that the elephants will be linked - and with the one already on my bicep. But, if I am going to get the work done before heading to the desert, it will have to be either today or tomorrow (if even possible, schedule-wise) or there won't be sufficient healing time before sunblock can be applied and the fresh ink gets subjected to the brilliant Nevada sun.

Mailing out a few copies of "Rose" today as gifts for a few worthy people; that said: there are still about 10 copies left on the shelf that could be inscribed and mailed (at no extra cost) to the US mailbox of your choice. More info on the book here: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B007SABVQC/ref=tag_dpp_yt_edpp_rt or here, too: https://www.createspace.com/3527985

Okay, it's early still and I'm tired (always) so back to bed. You go buy a book...

Thanks,

Brian

Planning and preparing for my 11th consecutive trip out to the Black Rock desert in T-3 weeks and was pretty much blown away by an offer of great generosity; an offer I could not refuse especially as it means for the 5th time I won't have to pitch my own tent. I am not lazy per se (editor: yes, he is) but that part of the camping experience isn't my favorite. What makes this great is that I am flying into/out of Minneapolis and traveling extremely lightly, so that a friend (Cowboy-- you know who you are!) will have already erected my tent and placed the essentials in/around it at "my spot" by the time I arrive is just an amazing gift. Thanks!

I still have about a baker's dozen copies of "A Rose by Any Other Name" available with free shipping for signed copies; I'd like to clear off that shelf by the time I leave for the afore-not-exactly-mentioned TTITD; that said: a few of those remaining copies will be gifts. A copy now sits on the library shelf in Upstate New York-- Andes, NY to be specific.

The tales themselves - at least the non-risque ones - continue to be published in the Jerusalem Post every Wednesday along with original illustrations by my friend Meital; you should really check out her very funny, whimsical, sexy posts on her site: http://heymisterimhungry.tumblr.com/ Do it now...


The real CC Sabathia showed up at the big ballpark in the Bronx last night and shut down the Mariners; all his pitches working. His line for the complete game included three earned runs, but the final two of them came in the 9th after the Yankees had staked him to a 6-1 lead. And while Soriano was ready in the bullpen when it became a save situation, Girardi went to the mound only to give the big lefty a pep talk.

Whatever he said worked as CC got the next three guys out quickly and sealed the win. Game two of the weekend series starts in about half an hour and it's King Felix vs. Kuroda for the Yanks. I'll be tuning in soon...

Thanks,
B.