{"id":1189,"date":"2013-11-24T17:01:59","date_gmt":"2013-11-24T21:01:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.mrclapper.com\/blog2\/?p=1189"},"modified":"2013-11-24T17:03:26","modified_gmt":"2013-11-24T21:03:26","slug":"mr-g-strat-o-matic","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.mrclapper.com\/blog2\/?p=1189","title":{"rendered":"Mr. G &#8212; Strat-o-matic"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Somewhere in the late 1970s we were vacationing with dear friends of my parents, the Gs, and Mr. G introduced me to Strat-o-matic baseball.   I remember two things about that vacation:  opting to hit and run in the ninth (basic version) and rolling a two, which meant a double, a winning run, and a feeling that someday I&#8217;d manage in the major leagues.   I also remember an afternoon of listening to the Red Sox in the cottage and watching Mr. G light up when Dwight Evans hit a home run.  Mr. G had a theory that Dwight Evans killed the ball in day games, a theory I should confirm on baseball reference someday.   <\/p>\n<p>Anyway, I learned the game and then tormented my parents to buy me more sets.  I think I played with anyone who would play with me &#8212; friends, cousins, my brother &#8212; and when I couldn&#8217;t find anyone, I&#8217;d play on my own.   I learned names that are still with me &#8212; Wee Willie Keeler, Cap Anson, Nap Lajoie &#8212; and whatever mathematical quickness I possess comes from endless hours of this game.   <\/p>\n<p>Now I have a son and we play an endless stream of games (see pic below). It&#8217;s led him into the same sort of reading and borderline obsession I used to have; I catch him reading old copies of Baseball Prospectus yearbooks <a href=\"mes.com\/2013\/08\/14\/sports\/for-true-sports-fans-before-the-internet-there-were-the-complete-handbooks.html?pagewanted=all&#038;_r=0\">(I used to read these books)<\/a> and saying things to his sister like &#8220;you don&#8217;t know who Rich Gedman is and that he hit 18 homeruns in 1985.&#8221;  Yes&#8230; he said that.<\/p>\n<p>I owe you much more, Mr. G. Someday I&#8217;ll write about the letter you sent me after we went to the Bucky Dent game as well as what a handshake meant on a spring day in 1988, but for today, thank you for Strat-o-matic baseball, for talking baseball with me, and for being a role model for the kind of thoughtful intensity I try and bring to the rest of my life.     <\/p>\n<p>Photo:  Series from the past few months: <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/sidelinecast\/11035505815\" title=\"Untitled by micclap, on Flickr\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/farm4.staticflickr.com\/3740\/11035505815_8d19605050.jpg?resize=474%2C356\" width=\"474\" height=\"356\" alt=\"Untitled\"><\/a><br \/>\n&#8212;<br \/>\nCoda &#8212; I love that <a href=\"http:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2013\/07\/15\/sports\/baseball\/before-football-jets-ryan-mastered-table-baseball.html\">Buddy Ryan&#8217;s kids played Strat-o-matic too.   <\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Somewhere in the late 1970s we were vacationing with dear friends of my parents, the Gs, and Mr. G introduced me to Strat-o-matic baseball. I remember two things about that vacation: opting to hit and run in the ninth (basic version) and rolling a two, which meant a double, a winning run, and a feeling &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.mrclapper.com\/blog2\/?p=1189\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Mr. G &#8212; Strat-o-matic<\/span> <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1189","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p8rNFZ-jb","jetpack-related-posts":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mrclapper.com\/blog2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1189","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mrclapper.com\/blog2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mrclapper.com\/blog2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mrclapper.com\/blog2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mrclapper.com\/blog2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1189"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/www.mrclapper.com\/blog2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1189\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1194,"href":"https:\/\/www.mrclapper.com\/blog2\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1189\/revisions\/1194"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.mrclapper.com\/blog2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1189"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mrclapper.com\/blog2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1189"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.mrclapper.com\/blog2\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1189"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}