Well, here it is, my first blog post on my first blog. Like all first posts on any new blog, I feel obligated to inform you the reader that this blog is a work in progress and may take on many shapes and sizes in the coming weeks. I plan on adding links and other miscellanous house keeping items when I get time.
For the longest time I was against starting my own blog. I felt like I did not have anything original to say nor did I have my own niche. Blogging to me was to be left to the professionals or the jobless English major gaduates. I then began to realize that my blog did not need to be perfect or original. Blogs are a form of communication with friends and family, something a little less intrusive than filling your inboxes with my random emails/rants/complaints/links. Blogs are also a new way to pass down your history to future generations.
The title of the blog is taken from Vin Scully's call of Sandy Koufax's perfect game. Making up part of the 29,000 people was my great grandfather, grandmother, grandfather, and father. A few months ago, my grandmother was going through some keepsakes and found my dad's ticket stub to the game. She gave me the ticket stub and a newspaper article of the game, passing along with it baseball history and family memories. My goal for this blog is not to make Sandy Koufax type history, just Jimmie Nixon history.
4 comments:
Jimmie... taking the Giants managerial table scraps, are we? We'll toss you a bone every now and then, but that new stadium won't change the foundation: a baseball club built on infrequent lucky flashes and over-paid novelty players.
Poop,
James
Jimmie,
What do you actually do during the day? Where do you find the time for this? Well kepp up the good work, don't let the man hold you back.
James- I would rather have "over paid novelty players" than the current Giants roster. I recently read a joke somewhere that the Giants aquired 36 yr old Mark Sweeney because they needed some youth on the team. In the words of Nelson, "HA HA!"
Jimmie,
You wait... when Bonds is hitting y'all over the head with his 41 yr old replaced hip, then you'll be embarassed for getting worked by a grandpa. Our pitching rotation is young, and well hung. We'll see how the Kodgers keep up when we are whizzing the century mark on the mph. Call the Bull Dog, he's just having lots of kids and reading Joseph Smith, he could help ya. And hey... how's that Jeff Kent clubhouse chemistry?
Boo Ya,
James
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