I’m 6’4. It’s not a big deal unless you’re the tallest guy on the court (and the most uncoordinated) and you get picked early for some playground ball, but that’s (hopefully) not too likely to happen.
What is life like for tall folks? Well…we’re damn awesome at helping old ladies grab items from higher shelves at a supermarket, but that’s about as far as some would venture a guess. But there’s so much more to being a tall guy than just being a gentleman.
Baseball: Outfield. First base. Pitcher. Great spots to play, mainly due to the excessive (i.e., awesome) reach we typically have, coupled with the extra torque we can generate from a longer release (more mph on the gun) and you have yourself (and your team) a much better defender and typically harder thrower.
Wait, you like offense? Hell, just watch this: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YvvNHHLsxiM — he’s only 6’2, but anything on the inside of the plate, well…that’s where we have our wheelhouse. Did I mention he has a Gold Glove?
Basketball? Just hop on Google and figure it out.
Football? The average WR height is 5’11 — and the average CB is 5″10 (from http://www.sprayberryfootball.com/page/show/292837-nfl-player-specs). But don’t sweat it if you’re not booking a 4.5 40 — the average QB height per the site is 6’2, so we’ve got that covered, too.
Granted, being tall is nice and all, but finding clothes that fit is a slight burden. Big and tall is big AND tall — if you’re a skinny tall guy, you’d be better off wearing your father’s hand-me-downs.
A seat on a bus, train or plain is usually a tight fit, although sometimes we get aisle seats, which is about as close to heaven as we can get during a long trip.
Anything else I missed? Add some comments below and we’ll pick this conversation up later on down the road.
Another quick post:
I’ve been halfway attempting to use twitter as a logical progression of this blog, but it hasn’t quite worked out like that; turns out there’s not a whole lot you can do with 140 characters when you’re at work, but I know there’s a whole lot of personally untapped writing that’ll spill out at some point – I just need to do it.
Before I run to work, I’d like to wish all of us long-waiting baseball fans a happy first day of Spring Training. This means that within the span of a month-and-a-half or so the weather will change (in the Northeast, at least) from 20- and 30-degrees to something in the 50s and 60s, which is fantastic for anyone who has to walk about fifteen minutes just to get from their parking spot to the front door at work.
Braves vs. Tigers @ 1:05 this afternoon. I’ll be catching highlights on SportsCenter.
Filed under politics, random
Just chopping up some stuff quickly. 2008 brought me a freelance gig for a local weekly newspaper, the Abington Journal; search my last name and you’ll read my stuff.
I also realized how badly I need to continue plugging for magazine articles; I’ve written one thus far and although it’s almost a year to the day since it’s been published, it still has my interest piqued. Consider me enthralled to read my name in print…or something much less egotistical, you make the call.
That’s all I have. Nothing to see here citizen, move along…God, I dread the day whenever I’ll hear that term being used in a serious context.
Happy New(ish) Year!
Seriously. Just do it like a Nike ad.
If you don’t like either of the major-party candidates, there’s always Nader, Paul, or other small-ticket people. Hell, just vote for Fred Flintstone if you need to – just go out and vote!
Possible stats coming during the election coverage tonight, hopefully culminating in a President Obama.
I hate to say this, but it’s bound to happen…The Mike Hampton injury pool is back!
I think he’ll last less than 40 pitches, which sucks for me, having him start on my fantasy team. And, being a Braves fan, I really hope he decimates the Phillies’ lineup, but to be completely honest, it’s been so long since he’s pitched, I don’t even remember what the man throws.
Maybe that’ll help him.
Ideas? Bets? Let me know; leave something below.
Another old piece of mine. Written, ironically enough, at a coffee shop.
keep complaining you hate big business
you miss mom and pop stores
and you loathe corporate suits with their
with their trophy wives nicer
than you’d get when your
“overbearing, hard working, blue-collar”
father had you playing Little League
keep telling the world and yourself
you’re against globalization
you’re against The Man
you’re not just anti-Republican
but that’s all bullshit
you’ll never come clean
so keep walking around in your
Keds shoes with an
Abercrombie t-shirt with a pair of
Keep drinking your daily dose of
Starfucks with your
iPod on your belt
get back in your Volkswagen you damned
if you want change
work for it
if you get a chance
let’s be honest
you don’t care
powerless in your own skin
so you say
let’s not talk, we’ll
Just Do It.