Jazz Odyssey

Michael Cox

“Promise me you’ll never die.”
“You know I can’t promise that.”
“If you did that, I would make love to you right now.”
“…I promise I’ll never die.”

— Team America, World Police

We’ve been away for awhile (again), and I wouldn’t blame you if you read this, chuckled quietly to yourself, and moved on to Baseball Crank. This time it was bad—more or less completely out for several months, after a hack/spam attack (coupled with our hosting provider’s “nuclear option” method of dealing with same) left us without the time or energy to pick up the pieces (lesson learned: complete mirrors are critical).

There was even thought of just letting it all go. But you know what? I, along with various former partners and writers, have worked too hard for too long to build something of lasting value, just to let it die because of an Internet idiot who should rightly be residing in pound-you-in-the-ass prison right now. Heck, even while the site was down I continued to get ongoing hate mail from the subject of a story I wrote back in ’98.

So, slowly we (and when I say “we,” I of course mean “I”) pieced together the shattered bits, rebuilt the engine, put some duct tape on the steering column and set off once again.

But there are some things you need to know about Strikethree.com, Mark, er, V — the focus is now on reacquainting you with the vast riches in our archives. Some great baseball writers have passed through these hallowed halls, and we’ll be featuring some of their best, as we say in the bidness, “pieces.” Every time I go digging I find something else I’d forgotten about. Great works on prospects and veterans alike, classic laff riots, and numbers up the wazoo.

We’ll also be pointing you around the Web to both the “sports leaders” and li’l blogs, bringing you current comedy and conjecture from around the globe. (Hint: most of the humor will derive from the “sports leaders.”) We want to help build a big interconnected baseball family, where you can jump from Peter Gammons’ latest revelation about that “stats” stuff all the kids are talking about to Jim from Chicago’s expletive-laden open letter to the Tribune Company. If you have a site and would like to get linked up, just hit the contact form.

Finally, there will be new content. However, as opposed to Strikethree.coms Mark I through IV, it’ll be more like a conversation than long-form articles. The regularity will be dubious, the content variable, but the other stuff should more than make up for that. (And yes, we’re still looking for a few good writers.)

There’s even some new merchandise—and it’s really cool. You’ll want to pick some up before everyone else starts showing up at Shea wearing it. We’ll add new designs as time goes by.

Before I turn my attention to the “We Wanted a World Cup of Baseball But All We Got Is This Crummy” WBC, I beseech each and every one of you to put pixels to LCD and let us know what you’d like to see. Anything goes, keeping in mind this is all strictly part-time for me (that means no JavaScript interactive strike zone whozits – forums, maybe, but I have to be sure they’ll get used). Volunteer your services at your own risk.

If you’ve read this far, you’ve got way too much time on your hands, but thanks anyway. I’ll try not to let you down.

about the author

Michael Cox is Editor-in-Chief, copy boy, and janitorial staff at Strikethree.com. Volunteer your vacuuming skills (especially if you’ve got a Dyson!) using our Contact Us page.

Published February 28, 2006

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