Eno Sarris joins Padres and Pints: the Podcast! to reminisce about the time Chris felt Eno’s hair. They also chat about Eno’s Book, “A Craft Beer Lover’s Guide to Baseball” with suggestions from local craft beer and baseball nerds for their home cities all across the country, including San Diego nerds Rick and Chris.
They also discuss Eno’s Favorite San Diego Brews, and some Padres chat including whether the team should or will trade Wil Myers, why Andrew Cashner didn’t seem to pan out as some expected, Eno’s suggestion for better handling of the James Shields trade, Matt Kemp, and insight from Eno’s insider discussions with Padres players and baseball personnel.
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Looking for something to do to satisfy your baseball urges? Don’t feel like traveling to Peoria, AZ for Padres Spring Training? Want to take batting practice on the field? Like drinking beer? Or eating bratwurst?
Well, I’ve got the perfect event for you guys to attend this Sunday, and it’s all free. Well, free to attend. You’ll have to pay for the beer and bratwurst. Hey, at least I’m honest.
Any excuse to ride the train is a good excuse. Last Saturday we took the Pacific Surfliner four hours north up the coast to check out the Museum of Ventura County‘s Béisbol: From the Barrios to the Big Leagues exhibit, which runs through November 30.
Admission to the museum is $5 for adults 18 years and older; $3 for seniors, students, and AAA members; and $1 for children aged 6-17. Kids 5 years old and younger get in free. Despite my best tantrum, I did not pass for 5 or younger.
The exhibit is small and can be viewed in 30-40 minutes, but if you love baseball history, it’s well worth the time and cost. There are two components to the exhibit. One celebrates the tradition of baseball in Ventura, as played by Mexican-American immigrants dating back to the early 20th century. The other takes a more global look at the Latin-American influence on the game as we know it today.
The local history part includes photos, old flannel uniforms, bats and gloves, and descriptions of the people who played the games and where they played them. All offer a glimpse into Ventura’s past and provide a welcome reminder that despite MLB’s having become a huge monolithic industry, baseball remains at its roots the people’s game.
Books evoke a time and place, although sometimes this can be misleading. For example, when I traveled to Seattle in June for the Vedder Cup, I bought a copy of Adam Gopnik’s Paris to the Moon. It’s a fascinating read that reminds me not of France or Earth’s satellite (neither of which I’ve visited), but of Bainbridge Island, where I bought the book.
Eagle Harbor Book Co. is a good old-fashioned bookstore, the likes of which once adorned San Diego–Burgett, Safari, Wahrenbrock’s, etc.–before yielding to an immense Seattle-based international online warehouse. On this day, a dog guarded the store (or at least the “used” section, which is accessed separately from the street-level “new” section) by sleeping in the hallway that leads downstairs.
Around the corner is a place to read rich words over rich clam chowder and local beer (3-T Rye Tripel, Troll Porter), with a serene view of the coast should you need a break from words, food, or drink. Harbour Public House even has a men’s restroom with signs on the wall like “We don’t serve women here, you have to bring your own.”
There has been a bunch of things that I have wanted to talk about lately but there wasn’t enough for a whole post. So here is a mish mosh of stuff. Enjoy?
On August 23rd, 2013, Edinson Volquez made his last start as a member of the San Diego Padres, a game in which he gave up 6 runs and lasted a woeful two-thirds of an inning. The organization released the beleaguered right-hander four days later.
Around that time I was writing a Beer Comp for Volquez and foolishly thought it could wait to be published because, Hey, Volquez isn’t going anywhere! – boy was I wrong. Ol’ Ed was gone in a Breakfasttown minute.
Rather than post the Beer Comp during the week of Volquez’s wake (see: thought provoking pieces from Padres Trail and Son of a Duck), on the grounds of overkill, I decided to hold off and wait for a more opportune time (see: the off-season).
With yesterday’s article from Jonah Keri, a baseball dictionary describing some of the more prevalent memes on twitter, Edinson Volquez has reemerged into our collective consciousness. That’s right – EVHAU has gone mainstream. So the time to revisit the Edinson Volquez Beer Comp has officially arrived.
This is a post from the Vocal Minority archives, the Vocal Minority Rewind. It’s the offseason, and we’re going fishing! Actually, this is relevant because I want to return this to our consciousness and continue this project. And, OMG, we are now sisters with Padres and Pints. Kind of relevant, right? Hello?
For those of you who weren’t paying attention — which based on the number of entries I received wasn’t as much as I expected — Padres Public managed to get a few copies of MLB Bloopers Deluxe Doubleheader and Prime 9: MLB Heroics DVDs from MLB Productions. So, I decided to have a online scavenger hunt through all of my posts in a series of 19 questions.
(If you find yourself asking “Why 19?” you should stop reading this blog and Google “San Diego Padres #19” right now.)
The winner is Nate, aka @Taterz1021 on Twitter, who correctly answered 18 out of the 19 questions I asked.
Let’s take a look at the questions, followed by the answer I was looking for and the post that it was contained in.
“There’s only one way to rock!” yells Sammy Hagar from next door, and who am I to argue? The Red Rocker once wrote a protest song decrying the rate of speed at which motorists are allowed to travel the highways of this great land. The man has a conscience.
It’s 8 a.m. Tuesday and we’re out of clean clothes. The laundry room is next to the kitchen, which is next to the fake-scrambled-eggs-and-crank-your-own-raisin-bran buffet.
There’s only one way to rock.
Later we will head to Newport, on the coast, away from the sweltering heat of Eugene. But for now, Sammy, laundry, and last night’s Emeralds game rattle in my head like so many wild pitches. Read More…