Joe Mauer has made his retirement official and it has me reflecting on favorite ballplayers and how our relationships with them change as we age.
I’m only a week late in reporting on the annual MIT Mystery Hunt. Unlike last year, this year’s hunt was a fairly stress-free affair for me. After spending my entire 2013 awash in all aspects of directing a hunt (except for finances, I suppose), I had no interest in winning this year, lest my 2015 be similarly swallowed up. And thus, when I woke up at 7 am on Saturday morning and looked at the clock, instead of forcing myself up and getting back into the puzzles right away, I rolled over and slept another hour or two — after all, I’d only gone to bed at about 3 am. That extra bit of relaxing more or less set the tone for the weekend for me, save for a brief panic Saturday night when our team had a bit of drama resulting from the fact that not everyone had accepted the “we don’t want to win” memo.
Hunt began Thursday night for me this year, when I, along with a few other members of Alice Shrugged — notably David Wilson and Seth Bisen-Hersh, gave a pre-hunt talk on how to solve puzzles. We attempted to stream it online, but it turns out Pranjal is a terrible A/V guy and there is no video. However, the slides are up here.
The actual hunt started on Friday at 12:17 pm instead of the typical noon because Random Hall loves the number 17. Lanthe Chronis, who I’d been in touch with a few times throughout the year to give advice, came out to introduce the theme: 20000 Puzzles Under the Sea. One bit of advice I had given her was to milk the moment in which she introduces the hunt and the crowd cheers — which she took with aplomb, stepping in front of the podium and throwing her arms in the air to announce the start of the 2015 MIT Mystery Hunt. Everyone cheered and we were off to the races.
As we grabbed our now traditional first-aid kit — without a puzzle in it — and new-this-year T-shirt, I quickly noticed that the T-shirt had a puzzle and that I more or less knew what to do with it. I grabbed it and started running back to our HQ with Harvey shouting at me to remember my promise not to win this year. I fully intended to keep my promise… it’s just that I also fully intended to get back to HQ and start cutting up the shirt!
The puzzles came out at 1:17 pm (again with the 17) after we had pieced together the shirt puzzle, without knowing what to do next [it turned out to be the final step of a different puzzle]. We’ve been asked not to blog spoilers, so I’ll try to keep my specific comments on the puzzles brief, but in general, they were all very clean, with a lot of really great grid puzzles and cryptics, including the first puzzle I co-solved, Erraticism. Unfortunately, after being very helpful and productive on a few puzzles, I then spent about seven hours with Feldmeier staring at — and getting nowhere with — the Machine Room meta. We just never thought to use… right, no spoilers.
At some point, Jason insisted that I stop staring at the meta I was clearly not going to solve and told me to turn around and introduced me to fish puzzles. Holy cow, fish puzzles. Taking a cue from our MIT round of puzzles last year, Random had included a 56 puzzle round of very easy and straightforward puzzles. In about 45 minutes, I had helped solve 3 of them — 3 more puzzles than I had solved in the previous 7 hours. It was a fantastic confidence booster.
And somewhere in there, without even the aid of alcohol, we started getting silly with our answer call-ins.
You see, someone on our team was, legitimately or not, trying to solve a certain puzzle by calling in an answer every 10 minutes or so. Laura, who was manning our phones, asked in an exasperated tone who it was, to no avail. Sensing the opportunity to yank her chain a bit, I submitted “LAURA DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM YET” as the answer to the aforementioned puzzle… and of course, this drove her nuts. Someone else (and I honestly don’t know who) started helping with a few other Laura specific answers. And then I started looking up Laura related songs — “Tell Laura I Love Her,” Billy Joel’s “Laura,” some Frank Sinatra song I’ve never actually heard — and started submitting lyrics. Someone else made a Serial reference. I heard later that this caused Random’s HQ to panic a little bit as they thought their puzzle had an unintended Laura-related red herring. No, no red herrings… just a lot of silliness. Hunt is a different kind of fun when you’re not trying to win.
Eventually, after solving at least one non-fish puzzle, backsolving a few more in order to crack a meta, and going to meet “Spongebob Squarepants” for thematic reasons I cannot remember, I slept — and “slept in” — and woke up to solve the tail end of a cryptic with Anand and Laura. The puzzles continued to be smooth and clean throughout the hunt, for which I give Random [and especially Lanthe] a lot of credit, but I started to notice a disappointing theme: I had yet to run across a puzzle other than the Athena printer runaround that actually required MIT knowledge. There may have been a few that got solved quickly, but in general, this was a hunt that could have been held anywhere. And thus, it is unsurprising to me that the two teams that finished the meta-meta first, within 11 seconds of each other, had very little to no MIT people on them.
And then there was the runaround.
Fast forward past most of Saturday, including the part where I met baby Henry, and suddenly we were set to go on the runaround much faster than expected. As had happened with us, Random was short staffed and had too many teams on the runaround at once, putting us into a holding pattern. Anand and Harvey and a few others opted to skip the runaround and just go to bed, figuring that the main puzzles were done.
It turns out, that was the right call.
The runaround was long, to say the least — it took our teams between 5 and 6 hours to complete, and this was not only standard, but the intent of Random. And unfortunately, I wasn’t having a lot of fun. Plotwise, the runaround seemed disjoint from first portion of the hunt: we weren’t using any of the meta answers or objects we had been given, and it wasn’t at all clear why the Kraken had decided to put us through the equivalent of five corporate team building exercises. Some of the individual stages had potential to be fun, but all of them suffered from taking an interesting idea and dredging it into something tedious.
Fishy Feud a la Family Feud? Okay, there’s something there… except that the answers don’t build to any sort of puzzle and you just have to earn 75 points as a team while going in a neat orderly fashion? That one just turned into busy work, as we waited our individual turns to guess fish that started with a certain letter without any real payoff. Human pictionary on the floor of lobby 7? Seems fun, but again, it would have been a lot more interesting if the answers had formed a puzzle of some kind and if we didn’t have to do it ten times, swapping people in and out of the viewing area upstairs, which only took more time. I actually opted to collapse in a corner of Lobby 7 and sleep for the final six of the Pictionary games, as it didn’t seem like I’d be missing out on anything. When stage 3 started and I learned that we were supposed to run around building 37 looking for 200 fish stickers plastered on the wall and upload selfies of us with the fish, I decided to take my tired body and go back to the hotel and sleep. Matt Cain, one of the organizers, was kind enough to fill me in on the remainder of the runaround, and I decided that I really wasn’t going to be missing much of anything other than more grueling slog.
Again, I think each stage of the runaround had the kernel of an interesting and fun idea in it, but with none of them — save for the word search I was asleep for — being actual puzzles in the hunt style [i.e. with an answer] and all of them far outlasting their initial fun, the whole thing felt like busy work. In my opinion, runarounds should be at least one of two things, if not both: a mercilessly short victory lap or some actual puzzles that tie together everything that’s happened in the hunt so far, so that you feel like you’re getting actual closure on the hunt. I know the Alice runaround failed at being short (although we meant it to be — our testsolvers just had better luck with the bed for some reason), but at least you were using objects and answers from the puzzle rounds such that nothing felt tacked on artificially. The Heist hunt also followed this model, and even though we were the only team to go on it, I can honestly say that it was the best part of that hunt. For Random, their runaround felt like a completely separate event from everything we had done thus far and it took a very pleasant hunt and ended it on a rather down note.
Only not really, because I inadvertently saved my favorite puzzle for after the hunt: Foamy. When Foamy came out, I immediately asked for a print out because paint-by-numbers are one of my favorite puzzle types. (See A Rose By Any Other, which I wrote last year.) I was given a print out, but was also told that a large group of people were working on it in the other room and I should join them. I find working on logic puzzles in groups to slow me down and, well, they claimed to be making progress. Plus, Karen had opened a nice bottle of scotch and there were a few other puzzles to be solved in the other room, including Mashup, Cryptic Golf, Benny Lava [“and there were seven sudoku…”] and the Graveyard meta, all of which were great. Not to mention that Elias was hanging around, and how can you turn down the opportunity to play with a three year old that can sing the Greek alphabet song?! So I let the other group work on Foamy and figured that even though I might solve it faster, they’d probably get it eventually.
Only they didn’t. Foamy remained the only puzzle our team never solved during the hunt. I saved my printout and tackled it on the plane on the way back and solved it solo in just under five hours, far less time than the group had spent on it. It was really great and my favorite puzzle of the hunt… and we don’t get credit for my solve. So it goes.
I spent the bulk of my weekend at the O.co Coliseum in Oakland to see the Twins come to town instead of back in Minnesota for the annual family gathering at the cabin… because I have my priorities straight. While I would have liked to have seen my extended family, particularly my cousins’ kids who I don’t see often enough, apparently they were able to see me on Saturday night, as I made it on the broadcast while Jack Morris rambled on about being in the Minnesota Lottery Winner’s Circle. The friends I had gone to the game with had all left me to babysit the bobblehead dolls¹ and it was between innings and thus, I was looking down at either my scorebook or my phone the entire time. Apparently this caused my grandmother to yell at me from all the way back in Minnesota, but unsurprisingly, I did not hear her and did not look up at her.
Getting on TV might be the personal non-actual-baseball-game-related highlight for the weekend, except that, also on Saturday, Trevor Plouffe tossed me a baseball during batting practice. In fact, he tossed me two as the first one was intercepted by a kid in A’s gear that dove in front of me. For the second time, wearing the away team’s jersey got me special recognition as the second baseball he tossed me, he announced was for me specifically. My friend Jen Perez, who was standing behind me at the time, actually got a picture of him flipping me the baseball with her DSLR, as opposed to the picture I took of the baseball itself from my camera phone.
As I didn’t bother bringing my good camera to the park for any of the four games I went to², all of the pictures in the gallery below were taken by Jen.
As for the baseball itself… it was the team with the best record in baseball against the Twins. I think the Twins were lucky to take one (on Sunday). Here’s the bulleted recap of the four games:
- Thursday: Athletics 3, Twins 0 — The John Lester-Yoenis Cespedes trade seems to be working out for Oakland as he took a perfect game into the 6th inning before surrendering a single to former A Kurt Suzuki. At one point, with two runners on, Brian Dozier hit a ball over the wall that looked like it might be fair, to the point that he started doing the homerun trot, but alas, it had just hooked foul and the Twins didn’t score. Lester wound up pitching a complete 9-inning shutout. Yohan Pino also pitched well for the Twins, not giving up a hit until the third inning. But that hit was a homerun by Stephen Vogt, which was preceded by a walk to Alberto Callaspo. The A’s didn’t need anymore offense to win the game and more less just rode to victory on Lester’s coat tails.
- Friday: Athletics 6, Twins 5 — I had this sinking feeling that the Twins were in danger of getting no-hit for the second night in a row as Scott Kazmir took a perfect game into the 5th. Meanwhile, the A’s offense lit up in the 5th and 6th, giving them a 6-0 lead and it looked like it was going to be a runaway. But the Twins bounced back with a 5 run 7th that was actually exciting to watch. It seemed like, maybe, just maybe, they’d come back — and hey, at least they made it interesting. In the 9th, with Kennys Vargas on first and two outs, Josh Willingham, another former A, launched what looked like might just be a go-ahead two run homer… that hooked just foul down the left field line. It was deja vu with Dozier’s foul ball the night before. Willingham struck out to end the game on the next pitch.
- Saturday: Athletics 9, Twins 4 — The score of this game is closer than the game really was. Trevor May, one of the Twins top pitching prospects, was making his major league debut as the starter for Minnesota and, uh, he did not do so well. 2 innings, 4 runs, 7 walks. He threw more balls than strikes and two of those walks were bases loaded walks to Derek Norris. Were it not for a 7-2 double play (Willingham gunning down Josh Reddick at home after tagging up), the damage would have been a lot worse in the first inning. He was pulled early for Samuel Deduno, who was mostly there to eat innings. And he ate them, but not prettily, giving up 5 more runs in 3+ innings of work. The Twins managed to score a few runs here and there, but after the early blow up by May, it seemed mostly futile. But hey, I got a baseball from Trevor Plouffe and was on TV, so it wasn’t all bad.
- Sunday: Twins 6, Athletics 1 — The Twins finally won one! With Phil Hughes starting, I figured that Sunday’s game was the game the Twins were most likely to win… and I was right. Dozier started the Twins off with a solo homerun in the first, which the A’s responded quickly with a run of their own in the bottom of the inning to tie it up. It remained at 1-1 for quite awhile, with Phil Hughes settling down and pitching a gem of a game. Casey Fien started warming up after the 7th and it looked like Hughes might not get a decision out of his work, but then the former A’s on the Twins, Suzuki and Willingham, knocked in three runs in the top of the 8th, including a two run homerun by Willingham, which would turn out to be his last hit as a Twin, given that he was traded to the Royals today. This set Hughes up for the win. After Fien through a scoreless inning, Glen Perkins started warming up and I thought I might see a classic Perkins save, but the Twins offense and the A’s bullpen had other plans. In the top of the 9th, the Twins scored another two runs, on a weird little infield hit from Kurt Suzuki with the bases loaded followed a bases loaded walk to Kennys Vargas. I thought only the Twins were allowed to walk in runs! With now a 5 run lead, it was no longer a save situation for Perk, but he came in to pitch anyway and mowed the A’s down 1-2-3 to finally, finally get the Twins a win against Oakland, something they hadn’t done in the previous 12 games the two teams had played.
¹ – It was Tony LaRussa bobblehead night on Saturday. As I remarked on twitter, the bobbleheads looked more like Kent Hrbek than LaRussa.
² – I still have hundreds of photos to go through from my recent trip to Denver with my parents to see the Twins take on the Rockies, which, uh, I should blog about. Also my trip to New York to see the Twins against the Yankees with Anand. I think I missed a random Giants game in this long stretch of a non-blogging summer too.
I spent my 4th of July in Oakland, watching the best American Major League baseball team (by record) take on the best non-American Major League baseball team (by default… although the Blue Jays are no slouches this year). In a sign of true patriotism, MLB teams were all wearing special stars and stripes hats. The big question on my mind was whether or not the Blue Jays would have such a hat, because it seemed possible that MLB might be that dumb, but no, the Toronto team just sported a large maple leaf on their red caps.
After a rousing tailgate, which included many delicious sliders and brisket and tabbouleh and guacamole and bundt cakes, we got to our seats just as the bottom of the 1st was starting. I flipped open my scorebook and… learned that I am out of pages to keep score in. I vaguely remember noting this in Detroit a few weeks ago, but hadn’t bought a replacement scorebook in the meantime. So, this recap comes entirely from memory and not from notes.
Luckily, there wasn’t a lot to remember… for a long time, no body scored. The A’s turned a number of double plays to keep the Blue Jays from crossing home and Nick Punto appeared in the A’s line-up every nine at-bats to squash any rally the A’s might have had. In the 10th inning, a member of our group who was bemoaning the fact that he was being “forced” to stay past the 6th inning in a game that wouldn’t end pointed out that Little Nicky Punto had just earned himself a sort of anti-cycle: getting out in four different ways with a strikeout, outfield fly out, infield pop out, and a ground out. This gave me a chance to fill everyone in on the near mythical status of Nick Punto amongst Twins fans.
When Punto came up again in the 12th, with Derek Norris on 1st, my friend cried, “Oh, great, this guy! What new and exciting way will he find to get out this time?!” But Punto, always one to disappoint you when you least expect it and always, always getting after it, dropped a weird little blooper into left that Melky Cabrera couldn’t handle. In fact, not only couldn’t he catch it, but it seemed some weird magic Punto spell had been cast on it and he couldn’t even pick it up and throw it into the infield. Norris scored, the A’s won, and just as he was approaching third, Punto attempted to tear open his jersey superman style… and failed.
Classic Nick Punto.
Anand recently called me out for not blogging about the game we went to in New York a few weeks ago, and he’s right, and I’ll get to it, but as it’s not the only game I’ve missed out on writing about, I’ll start with the most recent and probably fudge the dates to get these things in chronological order so it doesn’t look like I’ve been the worst blogger in the world.
I spent most of this past weekend (where “weekend” starts on Wednesday) in Lansing, MI for the US Curling Arena Nationals, winning the consolation bracket (and thus a trophy). However, due to some strangeness of the draw and the fact that we won both games on Thursday, we did not have to play a game on Friday… and the Twins were in Detroit, which was only two hours away. I was on the fence about making the drive, especially considering that we had to get up early to play on Saturday and that my team insisted we go see Lake Michigan on the western edge of the state — i.e. the wrong direction from Detroit. But then swalsh‘s team won Friday morning, giving them the evening off and Sarah was determined to join me at this game, as she had never been to Comerica. And so, my mini-roadtrip across the entire state of Michigan to see the Twins was set.
It had been awhile since I’d been to Comerica and my ability to get there without consulting directions wasn’t quite what I thought it was — but we managed, and with a little detour to see what’s left of Tiger Stadium (a fence and a field). Sarah commented that Detroit looks a lot like the rougher neighborhoods of Oakland… and then I pointed out that we were in the “good” neighborhood of Detroit. Eventually, we found a scalper, paid too much money (have to help that Detroit economy?), and entered the stadium… for Polish night, apparently.
Mercifully for our curling schedules, the game itself went quick. Kyle Gibson was on fire for the Twins, pitching 7 shutout innings on 110 pitches, including getting the always dangerous Miguel Cabrera to ground into an inning ending double play with the bases loaded in the fifth. Drew Smyly also pitched well for Detroit, but not quite well enough, giving up a homerun early to Eduardo Escobar in the 3rd, which would prove to be all the offense needed to win the game.
It wasn’t the only run scored however. Late in the game was Twilight Zone time for long time Twins fans. First, Torii Hunter came in to pinch hit and it’s still bizarre to see him in a Tigers uniform — I had finally gotten used to him being an Angel and not a Twin. He did no damage, grounding out to third. Next, former lights out closer for the Twins, Joe Nathan, came in to pitch for the Tigers in the 9th. I think Joe forgot which team he was supposed to be helping as he actually walked in a run to put the Twins up 2-0. Glen Perkins, who now holds Joe’s old job as “All-Star Twins closer,” came in in the bottom of ninth and, in classic Glen style, gave up a double to make it interesting, but shut down the Tigers nonetheless to end the game.
And with that, we got back in the car and drove two hours to Lansing to finish off the curling tournament where my team won the aforementioned consolation bracket and Sarah’s won the bronze medal. The key to taking home hardware from our club is apparently to send your skip to a baseball game.
As a thank you for being the director of the incredibly-awesome-if-I-do-say-so-myself Alice Shrugged 2014 Mystery Hunt, our equally awesome-if-I-do-say-so-myself team of editors and testsolving coordinators* bought me a pair of tickets to tonight’s Twins-Giants game at AT&T Park, sitting in the third row right behind first base, which allowed me to stare at Joe Mauer and Buster Posey all night. I took my Fraggle Rocks** teammate, Jen Perez, who was even willing to wear my spare Twins jersey, despite being a Padres fan from San Diego.
The game started off well for the Twins. Brian Dozier doubled down the left field line on the first pitch of the game. But then it went south fast. Dozier got picked off trying to steal third very quickly and in the bottom of the first, Angel Pagan did not immediately squander his lead off double and the Giants wound up scoring three on a Pablo Sandoval homerun to right. (There was a challenge early in the inning which resulted in Hunter Pence being safe at first instead of out as the umpire’s originally ruled it. Yes, it was the right call, but man, oh man, do I hate this new challenge system.)
In the top of the third, it looked like the Twins were going to make a ballgame out of it when Brian Dozier led off with a single and Joe Mauer followed with a deep shot to Triples Alley, which sure enough, wound up being an RBI triple. Parmelee hit a ground ball to second, which allowed Mauer to score and suddenly the Twins were within one. Unfortunately, they never scored again, which was not true for the Giants, who piled on an additional three runs throughout the game, including one on a Hicks homerun and later a Hicks sacrifice fly.
Which Hicks, you ask? This is a fair question as both the Giants and the Twins had a guy named Hicks batting 8th. And for a brief period, they both were batting .194. But then Brandon Hicks of the Giants hit his homerun and his average went up to .200, whereas Aaron Hicks of the Twins, well, he’s now batting .192. In other similarities between the two teams, both feature a first baseman who is a former MVP catcher with at least one batting title and a wife who had twins: Joe Mauer and Buster Posey.
Finally, I’m sure Jen would be disappointed if I left out one of the major sources of entertainment for the evening: the guys behind and to the right of us who, from about the 5th inning through the 8th inning, relentlessly hassled the Twins bullpen catcher to “give the kid a ball.” Which kid? Well, I’m not sure they knew or cared, initially, but eventually they picked a pet kid sitting in our section with a Giants hat on. It seemed pretty clear to me that they were pissing off the bullpen catcher, but eventually — eventually — he gave the kid a ball. Actually, it was a different kid wearing a Twins jersey, but it did seem to satisfy the guys to the point that they stopped chanting. That and the usher came over and threatened to kick them out if they didn’t stop now that a kid had a ball.
All in all, a great night… and I’ll be back on Sunday, sitting much farther away from the field, hoping for a different outcome in the score!
* I believe this includes Jason Juang (who actually purchased the tickets and delivered them to me), Aaron Bader, Brandy Buckingham, Robbie Buckingham, Jamie Clark, Harvey Jones, Dan Katz, Roger Morash, Chieu Nguyen, and David Wilson. If a non-editor/non-testsolving coordinator also went in on the tickets, someone should tell me.
** Is that not the best name for a curling team you’ve ever heard?
Yesterday, while unrelatedly driving past AT&T Park, I got a text message from a curling teammate offering me free tickets to the evening’s Giants game, as her company was “bleeding free tickets.” I’m never one to turn down free baseball (and this turned out to be free+ as the tickets came with $12 “SplashTix” credit that I could use to buy food at the park), so I said yes and arranged to meet Paul, another curling buddy, and clot up the bleeding of tickets by two. Paul, a diehard Dodgers fan, hates the Giants, so I had to agree to not cheer for them if we were going to sit together. (At least he had the good sense to wear his Expos hat instead of his Dodgers hat so that we wouldn’t be harassed.)
It turned out to be “Farewell to Candlestick” night. We didn’t make it in time to get the free giveaway — a Croix de Candlestick scarf — and we didn’t even get to our seats until the second inning (had to use those $12 vouchers), but we did get to see the return of the Crazy Crab. I’m not referring to the sandwich they sell out behind centerfield, which is delicious if very pricey, but the anti-mascot the Giants had at Candlestick in 1984. True to his origins, he ran around the field and “annoyed” the bullpen and did his best to get booed. But mostly, the crowd seemed to love him and eat him up — which would still probably be a cheaper meal than the sandwich.
The game itself turned out to be pretty exciting. The Diamondbacks scored two runs in both the second and the third innings and the Giants scored one back in the bottom half of each of those innings. Down two, the Giants continued to chip away at the lead until the fifth when a Michael Morse double, his second of the night, scored Pablo “Panda” Sandoval and Buster Posey to put the Giants ahead 5-4. As the seagulls started to swarm the stadium in the 8th, it looked the Giants were going to walk away with a win, much to Paul’s chagrin, but the Diamondbacks had other plans, tying it up on Sandoval’s throwing error to first which soared over Brandon Belt’s head and sent Gerardo Parra scampering safely home instead of making the third out. The Giants managed to load the bases in the bottom of the inning, with only one out, but a couple of liners and one inning later and the game went into extras. The Diamondbacks wasted no time in the 10th, scoring one thanks to Cliff “Good show” Pennington’s deft steal of second, which wound up being all they needed to go back to Arizona with the win.