Matt Harvey wins the NL Pitcher of the month award for April
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Woke up this morning in the bus parked outside the venue in Estevan Canada.As I was pouring my usual morning cup of coffee I opened the curtains to see that we were parked in the middle of a dirt lot with nothing much around us except some train tracks off in the distance.To the left of the bus I noticed a small skatepark with kids doing what they should be doing on a quiet weekend in the middle of nowhere but one of the kids appeared to not have any legs.As I later found out his name is Alex and he lost both his feet at age 1 and his legs (up to the knee caps ) at age 2.His personality beamed with enthusiasm when I asked if I could get some shots of him doing some tricks.We sat and talked for a while and he told me he drag races & horse back rides too.I told him about a girl I shot in Los Angeles who had lost her legs and how she is still a snowboarder and all around great athlete.He asked me if I wanted to see his prosthetic legs and we went over to his truck.It turns out he had them airbrushed with hot rod flames ( see picture ) and I told him he really had heart.At that point he pulled back his shirt to expose a heart tattooed on his chest.I meet new people everyday and somedays I walk away and think I just wasted 20 minutes of my life.Not today.I feel inspired.Thank you Alex….
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Awesomeness of both source and subject.
I’m in the league two weeks, playing in St. Louis. [Bob] Gibson hits a double, I’m playing second base. I go over and say, ‘What’d you hit, Gibby, a fastball?’ And he stood there like this, not moving, not saying anything. So maybe I didn’t say it loud enough. ‘What’d you hit, Gibby, a fastball?’ Nothing. Now the inning’s over, my manager’s Fred Hutchinson, I went over and said, ‘Hey, skipper, let me ask you a question.’ He said, ‘What do you want, rook?’ I said, ‘Is Bob Gibson a deaf mute?’ He said, ‘Why?’ I said, ‘I asked him what he hit, and he won’t talk to me.’ He said, ‘No, he don’t talk to the opposition.’ So the next day I’m out there early hanging on to the cage watching Groat and Boyer and Musial and Julian Javier. And Gibson comes out of the dugout. In those days there wasn’t fraternizing, and I’m watching batting practice. And he walks by me and says, ‘It was a slider, rook.’ It took him 24 fucking hours, but he talked to me!
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DiPuglia [the Nationals’ international scouting director] called him out—in the Dominican Republic, nobody rides the bench because of a headache. When the pain got worse, DiPuglia sent Guillén to the trainer’s room, where he was given some tea and an aspirin.
The next day, on April 6, the Nationals sent Guillén back to La Canela. He had a slight fever when he left the academy. On April 7, Michael Morla, a longtime local trainer who also acted as Guillén’s agent, was at the field in La Canela when he saw Guillén, a damp towel wrapped around his head, lurching toward the community’s health post, adjacent to the field. Morla approached Guillén’s family, urging them to take him to Santo Domingo for care: “The boy is bad!”
Guillén’s aunt and uncle rushed him to the Clínica Abreu, the capital’s best private hospital. But because his contract hadn’t been finalized he didn’t have health insurance, and he was refused treatment when his family couldn’t come up with the $1,300 admission fee. His aunt and uncle moved him to a more affordable Cuban-Dominican clinic nearby, where he was admitted on April 8. The doctors diagnosed bacterial meningitis. Guillén later had surgery to drain brain fluid, but the disease had progressed too far. On April 15, the day he was to leave for the United States, Yewri Guillén died.
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Inside Major League Baseball’s Dominican Sweatshop System Teen shortstop Yewri Guillén died the day the Nationals were supposed to ship him to America. Has MLB learned from the tragedy?
Read: Mother Jones (via sportsnetny)Eye opening. |
I’ll look back and 2011 will be a fart in the wind.
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Fun fact: Kansas’ “Dust in the Wind” was originally titled “Fart in the Wind,” but the record label squashed it. (h/t Hardball Talk) (via oldtimefamilybaseball) All we are is farts in the wind. (via sbnation)Nice. |
