Chris Haft, MLB.com:
San Francisco’s protest of its loss to Chicago on Tuesday was upheld on Wednesday by Joe Torre, MLB’s executive vice president for baseball operations. Torre agreed with the Giants’ stance that the flawed deployment of Wrigley Field’s tarp meant that the game should have been suspended instead of awarded to the Cubs, who led, 2-0, when rain halted activity after the regulation 4 1/2 innings had been played.
"Were we surprised? Sure," pitching coach Dave Righetti said. "How many of these have been upheld? Nine? 10?"
The precise number is unknown, but winning such an appeal is definitely rare. It last occurred in 1986, when a protest by Pittsburgh — that a game against St. Louis had been called too soon — was upheld.
Yes it’s the first successful protest lodged in twenty-eight years, and it’s over fuckin’ rain.
Incidentally, the last one was also over fuckin’ rain.
From The Tonight Show Starring Jimmy Fallon, here’s Pierce Brosnan playing the delightful N64 game GoldenEye 007.
Unfortunately, the game only lasts 35 seconds, thus wasting an enormous opportunity.
Colin: That was honestly really disappointing but I guess Jimmy Fallon finds a way to ruin even Goldeneye
Here’s Bert Smorenburg demonstrating a piano with Yamaha’s new TransAcoustic technology. As I understand it, they’ve taken an acoustic piano and hooked up transducers to the sound board that can play digital samples through it. This means that it can play as a normal piano (no samples), an electric keyboard (only samples), or a hybrid of acoustic piano layered with samples, and in all three cases the sound comes out of the body of the instrument without speakers or anything like that.
I’m linking this half because I think this is cool tech, and half because the guy makes really funny faces while playing. Matt Peckham reviewed the U1TA model for TIME magazine.
Andrew Keh writing for The New York Times about Michele Roberts, who was recently elected executive director of the NBA players’ union, the National Basketball Players Association:
She said she was all too aware that if she was selected, she would represent several hundred male athletes in the N.B.A.; she would deal with league officials and agents who were nearly all men; she would negotiate with team owners who were almost all men; and she would stand before reporters who were predominantly men.
She did not flinch. “My past,” she told the room, “is littered with the bones of men who were foolish enough to think I was someone they could sleep on.”
Here’s the trailer for Daddy Long Legs by Set Snail, coming soon for mobile devices. It looks like QWOP, but with longer legs so it’s funnier when the thing inevitably falls over.
Unfortunately the thing never falls on its face like in the game’s icon, so I hope that’s actually possible in the game.
Will Oremus on Slate’s Future Tense blog:
Reports of sharks biting the undersea cables that zip our data around the world date to at least 1987. That’s when the New York Times reported that “sharks have shown an inexplicable taste for the new fiber-optic cables that are being strung along the ocean floor linking the United States, Europe, and Japan.”
Now it seems Google is biting back. According to Network World’s Brandon Butler, a Google product manager explained at a recent event that the company has taken to wrapping its trans-Pacific underwater cables in Kevlar to guard against shark bites.
The future is a strange, strange place.
Surely by now you’ve heard of the passing of Robin Williams. Rather than linking an obituary or anything like that, I’ll instead post this totally legit upload of episode 3x09 of the Drew Carey-hosted Whose Line Is It Anyway?, in which Williams was the special guest.
J.I.P. (jest in peace)
An amazing demonstration of a PDP-8/e computer making music.
Time for my next new favorite Tumblr that I’ll reblog a few times over the coming weeks as I work my way through the archives: Dinosaur’s Pen, which posts old computery things.
The two pieces here are both Inventions by Bach, No. 13 in A minor (BWV 784) and No. 8 in F major (BWV 779).