‘The The Angels Angels’ & Other Astrophysicist Baseball Observations

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Neil deGrasse Tyson (Astrophysicist, American Museum of Natural History. Author: Space Chronicle, The Pluto Files. Host: StarTalk Radio) on Baseball:

> Tonight’s @AllStarGame compells me to Tweet what Baseball looks like through the lens of an astrophysicist…

> In the 1960s, when we still dreamed, we named a dome, a baseball team, and even the artificial turf they played on “Astro”

> If baseball reported averages to 4 decimal places instead of 3, then a three-hundred hitter would be batting “three thousand”

> You can play baseball on the airless Moon, but only if you find a way not to suffocate & if you don’t care about curve balls.

> In Baseball, if a pitch hits you on ball four, you should get to advance to second base.

> Baseball should track extraordinary plays that fielders can bank, and then credit against errors they might later commit.

> Never figured why the Foul Pole is called the Foul Pole when it’s entirely in fair territory. Should be called the Fair Pole.

> .@AllStarGame: Baseball is ideal for talking & tweeting & tracking stats. Only 30-min of actual playing time in a 3-hr game.

> Curious that intent is assigned by announcers when a batter gets a hit. Yet 70% of the time the player can’t get a hit at all

> Does it disturb anyone else that “The Los Angeles Angels” baseball team translates directly to “The The Angels Angels”?

> Slowest pitch in Baseball to reach catcher? 30 mph, thrown at 45-deg angle. Any slower and at any other angle hits the ground.

> About that slow pitch: BugsBunny can throw a slower one. He’s subject instead to Cartoon Laws of Physics http://bit.ly/3v7hcN

> FYI: Laws of physics show that it takes twice as much energy to throw a baseball 100 mph than it does to throw one at 70 mph.

> Hand-stitched balls, rubbing mud, leather mitts, wooden bats, pine tar. Baseball: a game untouched by modern materials.

> Careful observation reveals that players & coaches of 3hr Baseball games spit at least 6-gal (24 liters) of saliva onto field.


Aimee Burnett lives in Toronto where there is more brick than stucco, and more plains than hills. She is a design/editorial intern at McSweeney’s and The Rumpus whilst summering in SF. More from this author →