Friday, December 09, 2005
Winter meetings make my brain hurt.
Update on all that jazz hopefully sometimes late-ish tomorrow, I'm too worn out right now, what with the prints to finish and the video to finish and the stupid outreach crap to finish and the amount of time I spent hooked up to an IV in University Health Services yesterday. Don't ask. The Art School is Trying to Kill Me Episode No. 11ty Thousand.
I'd just like to note quickly that my final video is on the Detroit Tigers (I would've done Red Sox, but I wouldn't have been able to get enough footage stuck out here). Anyways, my mother mailed me the VHS tapes of the entire 1984 World Series, and as I said before I stuck in Game 5 the other night and watched it the whole way through so I would have an idea of what footage I wanted to rip onto miniDV (and, subsequently, my computer).
One of the best things about the game was that the play-by-play announcer was Vin Scully, one of the most celebrated baseball announcers of all time, surely, but someone whom I just don't hear all that often.
If I ever had any skepticism about his worth as an announcer, it was washed away when he made this announcement with one out left in the top of the 9th inning:
"The way this crowd is goin' we're just gonna be quiet and let you enjoy it."
And he did. There was no noise at all except for the crowd and the crack of the bat and the rising roar when Larry Herndon charged it down and caught it in left field for the last out of the Series. There was no "and he has it", no "and there it goes". There was no call of the final play. It being the 80s, there were no graphics on the screen either.
I almost cried, it was so beautiful.
Then of course the crowd rushed the field, and the announcers both came back on air to say the Tigers had won the World Series, and I was forcibly reminded of one of my friends at GVSU, whose parents always told her that she had been conceived later that night, after they'd both rushed the field at Tiger Stadium. Which is sort of a disturbing thing to tell your child, but anyways.
The way that last play was treated was just so... so sublime, that that was all I needed to understand every bit of love ever thrown Vin Scully's way.
So, all the moves will be addressed soon. I just wanted to throw that out there.
12:21 AM
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