I’m on the sofa with Helaine and Stef watching the MLB Home Run Derby. It’s a trash sport, right? It’s a derivative to make money on what was on off day.
Bitch, bitch, bitch. I’m still in front of the TV.
The least interesting part of the Derby is the Derby itself. I like the back stories–the American Legion coaches invited to come back and pitch some b.p. to the superstar he helped nurture.
I like seeing the kids too. I assume those are players’ children shagging balls in the outfield. When Albert Pujols’ son sat with him early in the contest it was quite charming.
ESPN is introducing “Ball Track,” which uses “Doppler radar to track the ball off the bat and provide the following information.”
* Real-time distance the ball is traveling (from the point of impact to the final resting point);
* The path of the ball, or arch, as it travels through the air;
* Projection by using the path of the ball (in mid-flight, using a changing color pattern) whether the hit will be a home run.
This is a gimmick without the utility of the virtual first down marker used on football telecasts. The trajectory has kinks in what I’ve always expected to be a smooth path. By the time the technology decides it’s a home run I’ve aready figured it out too.
I suspect I’ll be long gone before the celebrity softball game starts.