I talked (at length) to John Allemang of the Globe and Mail and Ian McGillis of the Montreal Gazette about Up, Up, and Away, the history of the Montreal Expos, and what the team meant to those of us who grew up with them.
The Globe and Mail ran the first excerpt of Up, Up, and Away, focusing on Dennis Martinez’s unforgettable perfect game in 1991.
Finally, I was a guest on NPR’s “Only A Game” with Bill Littlefield, featuring a mini-book review by Littlefield.
Stay tuned for a much longer (and extremely colorful) excerpt at Grantland on Sunday, and lots more good stuff to come. Hope to see you next week in Montreal, or on another book tour stop elsewhere–more dates to be added soon.
Oh and hey, you can buy the book too! At amazon.com, amazon.ca, Chapters/Indigo, Barnes and Noble, and many other fine retailers, including your favorite indie booksellers. It’s also available in iBook form; and it is already on shelves at many Canadian bookstores. Up, Up, and Away will be available everywhere as of the official publication date, Tuesday, March 25.
Saturday, April 5, 3 pm to 5:30 pm
MLB and Denver sports panel with Denver Post columnist Benjamin Hochman and new Denver Post Rockies beat writer Nick Groke. We’ll also be selling and signing books, and sampling one of the best selections of craft beers anywhere in Colorado.
Falling Rock Tap House
1919 Blake Street
Denver, CO 80202
Wednesday April 9, 7 pm to 9 pm
At the incredible Mile End Deli: book signing, schmoozing, smoked meat, poutine, local beers. We’ll have the run of the place. Fellow Montrealer Ariel Helwani will be the MC. Tickets now available, $25 for food and beer. Books will be available for an additional $25.
Mile End Deli
53 Bond St.
New York, NY 10012
Thursday April 10, 7:30 pm
Varsity Letters’ annual book event. Baseball-themed night, will be joined by Kostya Kennedy of SI, author of the new Pete Rose biography, and AJ Mass, former Mr. Met and author of Yes, It’s Hot in Here; we’ll all be reading from our books. Always a great crowd. Free admission.
The Gallery at Le Poisson Rouge
158 Bleeker St.
New York, NY 10012
Wednesday, March 19, 7:30 pm
Book launch party WOOOO!!!! This will be the first public event in support of the book, and copies will be on sale 6 days before official publication date. Opera Bob’s is a great spot too, should be lots of fun.
Opera Bob’s Public House
1112 Dundas St W
Toronto, ON M6J 2Y2
Thursday, March 20, 8:30 pm
Baseball panel with Toronto Sun columnist Steve Simmons, book signing (get a copy 5 days before official release!), and schmoozing/drinks.
Wegz Sports Bar
2601 Rutherford Rd
Vaughan, ON L4K 2N6
Thursday, March 27, 7:30-8:30 pm
One-on-one discussion with TSN 690 maestro Mitch Melnick on the Expos and the history of baseball in Montreal. Apple will be selling e-copies of the book, so presumably I’ll sign people’s iPads via finger dipped in BBQ sauce.
1321 Rue Sainte-Catherine Ouest
Montreal, QC H3G 1P7
Friday, March 28, 8-10 am
Jewish Chamber of Commerce is hosting a panel discussion featuring Toronto Blue Jays General Manager Alex Anthopoulos, former Expo and head of the Montreal Baseball Project Warren Cromartie, New York Mets PR ace Jay Horwitz, and other luminaries. Cost is $30, breakfast included.
1170 Rue Peel
Montréal, QC H3B 4P2
Friday, March 28, 3-5:30 pm
Huge-ass event featuring former Expo Ellis Valentine, local media, and some special mystery guests. Early Happy Hour before Jays-Mets game. Party bus will take people (including me!) straight from the bar to the game!
1210 Rue Peel
Montréal, QC H3B 2T6
Sunday, March 30, 11:30 am
Expos Nation rally. Fans are invited to attend and hear from and ask questions to former Expos, including Felipe Alou, Marquis Grissom, Claude Raymond, Wil Cordero, Denis Boucher, Derek Aucoin, and more. Annakin Slayd will perform (including this amazing song) and I’ll give a short talk and also sign books. The event is 100% free!
Marriott Chateau Champlain
1050 Rue de la Gauchetière Ouest
Montréal, QC H3B 4C9
More cities TBA.
You’ve deeply offended me, Cajun Boy.
Actual list of Coen Brothers movies in non-ridiculous order:
1. The Big Lebowski
2. The Hudsucker Proxy
3. Raising Arizona
4. Miller’s Crossing
6. No Country for Old Men
7. True Grit
8. O’ Brother Where Art Thou
9. Blood Simple
10. The Man Who Wasn’t There
11. Barton Fink
12. Intolerable Cruelty
13. A Serious Man
14. Burn After Reading
15. The Lady Killers
Edit: Upon further reflection, moving Crossing up and Fink down.
With the World Series over, I’ll be taking the most needed two weeks off of my life to catch up on sleep, bang out the rest of Up, Up, & Away, and reintroduce myself to society, after eight straight months of shutting myself in my office 15 hours a day like some kind of stathead Gollum.
Before taking off, here are my 11 favorite pieces from the past calendar year…written by me. Normally I try to share the best stuff out there by others, be it from sports, pop culture, politics, or whatever. But since Internet content tends to be consumed in such a narrow window, and because this is my damn post and I can do whatever the hell I want, you’re getting some self-promotion! This is all free and voluntary! I am using exclamation points!
Anyway, here you go. Thanks a million for reading (and listening) all year long. You are all awesome, and I would share my many Nelson Santovenia cards with all of you if I could.
11) “The Fallacy of the Baseball Hall of Fame”: The Hall of Fame gets me riled up and makes me want to write 3,000-word rants.
10) “R.I.P. Pascual Perez: The Ultimate 80s ‘Perimeter’ Player”: Sad to learn about any beloved former Expo dying, of course, especially under the kind of tragic circumstances that befell Pascual. Still, reminiscing about one of the most colorful players in Expos history, I couldn’t help but smile.
8) “Cabrera Continues to Make History”: Stare at images of Miguel Cabrera demolishing pitches eight inches off the inside corner. Possibly forever.
7) “We Went There: Mariano Rivera’s Last Home Game”: Got a chance to be at Yankee Stadium for the final home game of Mo’s career, and it didn’t disappoint. Just a terrific atmosphere at the ballpark.
6) “Watch Out for Crush Davis: How a good power hitter became a great one, with insight from Orioles coaches, and Chris Davis himself. Lots of explanatory GIFs, tables, and heat maps, with big thanks to the crew at ESPN Stats & Info, the best and hardest-working research staff in the business.
5) “The Rise and Fall of the Milwaukee Brewers”: Possibly the most words anyone has ever written about the Milwaukee Brewers. Talked to owner Mark Attanasio, General Manager Doug Melvin, and others about the state of the franchise two years after an impressive run to the playoffs. tl;dr: Kids, hope for good drafting and player development, or your team could be hosed.
4) “The Growing Legend of Clayton Kershaw”: Everything you ever wanted to know about the best pitcher on Earth. I’m especially partial to the Vin Scully video near the beginning, and the Inception story.
3) “The Grantland Dictionary: Baseball Edition”: Editor extraordinaire Sarah Larimer pitched an idea for an all-encompassing baseball dictionary that would include everything from statistical terms to old baseball expressions to current team- and player-specific memes. Couldn’t say yes fast enough. Still can’t stop staring at Edwin Encarnacion with a parrot on his shoulder. So. Much. Fun.
2) “Grand Theft Baseball”: My favorite reported piece of the 2013 season, really one of my favorites ever. Spring training offers the kind of access that you usually can’t get during the regular season. Players have more downtime, PR departments (and those players) are more willing to grant something beyond five minutes of pregame scrum access, and the general mood in March allows for more thoughtful and reflective discussion. In this case, the A’s PR department was great in setting me up with Coco Crisp. Moreover, Crisp was an absolute delight. I snagged him from the clubhouse a little before 8 am, walked him over to the dugout where it was quiet, showed him a series of GIFs on my laptop, then asked him to weigh in on what he saw from each pitcher/situation shown, and how he’d try to steal a base in that particular situation. He was patient, gracious, and incredibly insightful, and the end result was a piece that combined visual elements with so many great thoughts from Crisp. Additional chats with Pete Rose (in Vegas) and Willie Wilson (by phone) offered some good sidebar nuggets too. Willie Wilson, by the way, is delightful.
1) “The New Springfield Nine”: The piece that reminded me once and for all that Grantland is the best.
Me: “So I have this crazy idea, where I riff off the Springfield Nuclear Power Plant softball team episode of The Simpsons, only instead of Steve Sax and Darryl Strawberry being on the team, we update it to include current active players, then concoct ridiculous tragedies for each of them. Would that be cool?”
Amazing Editor Philbrick: “Sure!”
Massive thanks to my buddy Jon Selig for brainstorming on this one, though really, we probably would’ve had this preposterous conversation at some point whether or not an article was going to be published.
I wrote a Gary Carter obituary for Grantland.
As you might expect, I was at that game when Carter hit the game-winning double to end his career. Seemed like I went to every significant game between 1982 and 1997. Always for just a couple bucks, always on walk-up tickets, and always sneaking into the good seats when ushers’ backs were turned.
My three favorite in-person Expos memories:
3) Sept. 27, 1992: The Carter Double Game. This was a tough time for me. My grandfather Max, my earliest influence as a baseball fan, the man who cheered for Andre Dawson and swore at Rodney Scott (“The Woodchopper,” he called the second baseman with the ugly swing), was gravely ill. Papa Max passed away less than three months later.
My other grandfather, Alec, also helped shape my baseball fandom, taking me to many Sunday afternoon games at the Big O. When news of Carter’s death broke yesterday, I noted the date: February 16, 2012. Papa Alec would have turned 90 one day earlier.
2) July 10, 1994: The Moment I Knew…that the Expos were going to win the World Series. Final game of a road series in San Diego, I was visiting my girlfriend (future wife) and her parents (future in-laws). The Expos were riding high, and we’d snagged good seats for the game.
It was a bloodbath. Moises Alou blasted two homers. Wil Cordero hit a grand slam. I was beside myself. Cackling. This is what fans of the ’27 Yankees must have felt like.
As the Expos wrapped up their fifth straight win and headed into the All-Star break with the best record in the league, I had no doubt in my mind that I’d be attending a victory parade three-and-a-half months later. With the benefit of deeper thought, we know that anything can and does happen in short playoff series. But at the time, I knew without a sliver of a doubt that the Expos were finally, FINALLY going to win the big one.
1) Sept. 17, 1993: The Curtis Pride Game. On the day the Expos announced they were finally moving to Washington, D.C., I wrote a long and mushy goodbye note to the team of my childhood. In that piece, I also reminisced about some of my favorite in-person games, including the Curtis Pride Game. Let’s just re-post what I wrote:
Riding an unbelievable comeback, the Expos surged from also-rans to contenders in a span of a month, setting up a summit with the Phillies at the Big O. In another testament to their ability to pack the stadium given the right circumstances, 45,757 crazies showed up for this game. Trailing 7-4 entering the seventh inning (this may not actually be true if you examine the data, but ask any Expos fan in this era which inning was Magic Time, and invariably they’d say the seventh), the Expos tried to mount a rally, putting two on for rookie pinch-hitter Curtis Pride. Pride responded by smashing a double to the gap, scoring both runners as the Expos tied the game that inning. They’d go on to win 8-7, though their quest for the division title would eventually fall short.
What made the moment unforgettable was the crowd’s reaction. As the Phillies made a pitching change, the delirious fans–myself one of them–stood and cheered. And cheered. And cheered. Pride stood at second watching the crowd. At the first-base coach’s urging, he tipped his cap. Pride, who is deaf, would later say that he couldn’t hear the crowd’s thunderous cheering — he felt it through the turf.
Sometimes I wonder if all my obsessing over a team that skipped town eight years ago is silly and immature. That I might be a caricature of the adult sports fan who cares too much — about a team that’s deceased, no less. When my editor Paul approached me about writing a book about the Expos, my first thought wasn’t, “Awesome!” It was, “Who the hell wants to read about the Expos?” More than that, it was, “Geez, I’m already that pathetic Expos fan, should I really write about this godforsaken team any more than I already have?”
Before signing on to write the book, I’d met maybe a handful of former Expos, ever. I never actually knew these people. Maybe caring that much about total strangers was pointless. Maybe writing a whole damn book was a waste of time.
Then you remember what fandom means.
There’s no way to separate my experiences as an Expos fan from all the cherished memories of my Papas. There’s no way to think about Friday nights in Montreal without remembering all the good times with my idiot friends. The lengths we went to for a shot at getting on the scoreboard and winning the Guess Fan of the Game contest — with big cash prizes for actually wearing Guess Jeans, which only one of us did (what’s up, Bri?). Or the homemade signs we brought to the stadium — “Maple Ridge Boys” as a takeoff of the Oak Ridge Boys and a nod to Larry Walker’s home town of Maple Ridge, B.C. was pretty good; “Delino DeShields DeRookie of DeYear” was better.
It cuts both ways. When my old buddies and I get together, we still talk about pestering Dave Van Horne in a Cincinnati hotel lobby; or staying all 22 innings for a random weeknight game and nearly getting stranded at the stadium; or throwing strawberries at Darryl Strawberry. (We were mentally unbalanced.) When I think of my Papas, I think about all the sacrifices they made to take me to games and make me happy.
And when I think about my children, it’s still there. One of the first purchases we ever made for the twins was a matching set of Expos caps for their tiny baby heads. I’d like to tell you they’ll know Tim Raines’ career stolen base success rate off the top of their heads when they get older (84.7%, best in baseball history for someone with anywhere near that many attempts). It’d be fun if they became Expos fans when they come of age, rooting for an even more defunct team, for players they’ll have never watched play.
But that’s not it. I want them to know about the Expos because I want them to know what their great-grandfathers were like. What life in Montreal was like once upon a time. And what their dad was like when he a boy: a crazed, screaming mess of a fan who hucked fruit at right fielders, and loved his team unconditionally.
That’s why I still care about the Expos. And that’s why I still care about Gary Carter. Why I cried when I heard the news yesterday. Again at the breakfast table this morning. And one more time, as I finish this post.