Yoenis Cespedes, 2014 Home Run Derby Champion.
On 31 July (I initially typed August—so much for jumping the time and space continuum!), J and I were having lunch with my previous work supervisor in the Bay Area when she news-bombed us with the transfer of Yoenis Cespedes for Jon Lester (as well as Sam Fuld and Jonny Gomes; welcome back) over an old-school Italian-American food feast that consisted of dishes bigger than the size of my head. It was hard to believe that it was just a week ago that we witnessed Cespedes play one of his last games in the Coliseum. We were all dropped jaws and ‘SAY WHAT?!’ (responding to a bunch of ‘I KNOW!!!’). And how uncanny was J’s timing to actually watch/read up on Moneyball to semi-understand how massive this transfer/deal means and then consider what the future holds for the A’s, Lester and Cespedes.
Still going to miss the guy though.
On a slightly not relative note, I found my old MVP tickets from the golden days of free games in my bedroom. Apparently, I went to a game each month (hey escranesque)! Got to love job perks.
26.07.14 Our little friend along the 18 Mile Road, Pebble Beach, CA.
I wonder what my new teacher is like, is it a he or she? Or both?
One of my children’s reflective writing at end of Year 2 prior to moving to my class
29.07.14 8-mile walk at Point Reyes Station
Full Time: Fading Images of the World Cup
The World Cup produces a lot of this-and-then-this. But it’s a month whose rhythm is set to those sudden bursts of amazement. Like a clock that chimes left-footed volleys; like a clock that chimes sobbing in the rain. But when you string those moments together, when you knit them into a narrative — I don’t know. Sometimes the moment before the beginning seems more magical than the moment after the ending, because watching sports is a special way of experiencing time.
(Brian Phillips, Grantland)
You can also follow him at runofplay. He also posts a link to his article on Grantland but it doesn’t feature this amazing photograph.