Posts Tagged ‘Arizona’

The MLB Fan Cave Top 30 Experience: Day One

February 20, 2013

IMG_0898Where do I even begin? Needless to say, these past 48 hours in Arizona have been amazing, stressful, hilarious and downright unforgettable. After coming so close to being here last year, this is a special treat for me. I wasn’t sure I’d have the chance to show off my skills in person this season, but here I am, and I’m making the most of my time!

Below, I’ll give you the run down (see what I did there?) of what we’ve been doing on the casting trip thus far. But if you haven’t yet checked out yesterday’s Tumblr photo blog, check it out HERE!

And please follow along with the journey on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Tout for the most up-to-date info. Better yet, like the MLB Fan Cave Facebook page, Twitter and Instagram for the MOST up-to-date info.

I was exhausted when we arrived at the hotel on Monday night, but we all went out to eat at the made-famous-last-year Jerry’s Diner next door. After meeting most of the Top 30, I finished up some work in the hotel room and crashed, because Tuesday was the first big day of the competition.

First thing Tuesday morning, we hopped on the infamous MLB Fan Cave bus and rode (in style) over to Chase Field, home of the Arizona Diamondbacks. They were still rolling out the sod for the upcoming World Baseball Classic games that were going to be held there, but we essentially had the whole place to ourselves! After a quick pep talk from some of the executives who run the Fan Cave, we were off to start the audition process.

I’ve gotten to know a lot of the people who actually make the Cave tick behind the scenes, and everyone has been amazingly supportive and helpful so far. The fact that I’m a Dodgers fan living in San Francisco and the “Fan Cave Couple” story line definitely struck a chord with some of them, and I ended up having a lot of really good talks early in the day.

After that, I was chosen to go down to the D’Backs dugout and do a camera test with MLB Network’s own Greg Amsinger through the Ballpark Cam. They hooked me up to all sorts of wires and ear plugs, handed me a mic, and let Greg fire a round of questions my way. I think it went very well, especially because I was first in line and had to set the precedent for the rest of the group. Greg and I ended up laughing a lot about how Kelsey and I manage to watch games together, my wardrobe choices, and many other baseball-related activities.

We finished that up and went straight to the part of the week I was dreading the most: the elevator pitch. Essentially, they gave us one minute to sell ourselves to the MLB Fan Cave staff and prove that we are someone they want in the Fan Cave. I’d rehearsed my pitch a million times and nailed everything, emerging out of it with a very good, but not perfect feeling about it. When told I “was blessed with Brian Wilson’s beard on my chest” at the end of it, I got a hearty chuckle from the room.

Later in the day, a large group of the Top 30 took part in a lip-synced version of a parody created by the Fan Cave. I won’t reveal which song, because I don’t want to ruin the epic-ness (that just became a word) of it all before it’s released. I can tell you that I found myself with a five-second starring role in the middle, simply by virtue of having my Clayton Kershaw jersey on at the right time.

To finish the first day, we ended up enjoying an amazing spread of food in the Diamond Club above right-center field and took part in a round of trivia. It was another chance to get to know some of the other finalists and executives I hadn’t chatted with yet.

My team (cleverly named “Dr. Fart,” might I add) was in second place with 25 points (two teams had 27) entering the final round, where we wagered 24 of those points. Unfortunately we barely missed on which four teams don’t have mascots (the Yankees, Dodgers, Cubs and Angels are mascot-less) and ended up losing the challenge.

Nobody could be down for losing trivia, because we jumped immediately into a couple of hours of karaoke, which started off with a bang when Bryan Mapes, Travis Miller, Ally Williams, Kelsey and myself nailed a rendition of “It’s Gonna Be Me” by N’Sync. Kelsey and I also had to cheese it up a little bit and do a “Summer Nights” duet. It was a ton of fun, even if I failed miserably at singing (but really, what’s new?).

After some last-minute karaoke team bonding and a long chat in the hot tub before bed, day one came to a close and I knocked out a few bits of work before hopping in bed to rest up for today. I still have half a day here before the competition officially ends, and I am looking forward to slaying a panel interview in about an hour, before taking on my fellow contestants in some fancy bowling at Lucky Strike to end the night.

Look for another blog in the next couple days detailing the second half of my Fan Cave journey, and keep it tuned to me on social media for the most current updates. Thanks for reading, and hopefully I’ll come home with some good news this weekend!

MLB Fan Cave: Trying to Avoid a Sophomore Slump

February 2, 2013

profile picIf you haven’t heard, I made the Top 52 of the MLB Fan Cave for the second straight year. Last year, I didn’t make the cut for the Top 30, who moved on to a Spring Training casting trip in Arizona. But I also was unprepared and brand new to Twitter.

This year, I’m ready to take the contest by storm and move beyond the Spring Training trip into New York City as the Dodgers Fan Cave representative. Once we get to the casting trip, I can take things into my own hands and try to make my best impression on the powers that be.

But until then, I need your help! Please visit my voting link here and throw a few votes my way (you can refresh and vote multiple times)! You can follow my Facebook page for all the most up-to-date news on my campaign, and follow me on Twitter @Jamblinman. If you’re so inclined, I have an Instagram account (Jamblinman7), an ongoing Bleacher Report series evaluating all 30 teams, and a YouTube channel with all my most recent videos.

I also need to get my name out to mainstream media, such as newspapers, radio and TV publications. It’s tough to do as a Dodgers fan in San Francisco, but I’m doing my best to get attention locally and in Southern California. Any tips, connections, or other advice is more than welcome. Just shoot me a Facebook message or a tweet!

Please spread the word, share my link with everyone, and vote in your spare time! I live for baseball and think I’d make a great Cave Dweller in New York City this summer. If you help me get to the Fan Cave this season, I’ll do my best to be a good representative for Dodger Nation.

Thank you for the support so far — only 11 more days to vote and get me to the Top 30!

All Apologies

March 11, 2012

I’m ashamed. The ruling is in…GUILTY! For the first time since starting Jam Shots, I’ve failed to post. Yesterday will be forever empty on the calendar. “Daily relapse of a raging sportsaholic,” huh? Apparently not.

I blame the daylight savings time change. I blame the steroids. I blame the Germans. Hopefully you will all forgive me. I know I’ve let you down immensely. But we can shake hands, move on, and I’ll rock your world from now on. I solemnly swear to never miss a day again.

Okay, the truth is…I was having a good ol’ college Saturday: Drinking with the roommate and the parents (on their tab – oh, the joys of still living at home!). Can’t blame me for that, can you?

Back to my old habit – sports talk.

First, let’s talk podcasts. Later today I am recording episode two of Three Up, Three Down. If you missed it last Monday, you missed six incredibly knowledgeable, smooth-talking baseball fans spewing news and analysis at you. You don’t want to miss it this time. We’ll be talking divisional news, Yu Darvish, and maybe even some predictions for you. Look for it tomorrow at this somewhat famous website (yeah, we’re that good), and while you’re waiting, give us a follow at @3u3d on Twitter.

Also, I’ve been invited to co-host FanvsFan.com’s weekly live national podcast, MLB Inside the Numbers. Friday was my first go at it, and I’m actually listening to it right now. I gotta say…it went well. It was a lot of fun, having guests on air and debating with a couple of guys who really know their baseball. Feel free to check it out HERE and tune in at 6pm Pacific Standard Time next Friday for the next episode.

Although I won’t be there next week. Bad timing. I got a cool Fan Caver to show the Bay Area to. Listen either way.

Speaking of baseball, did anyone see what I saw in Spring Training yesterday? Yeonis Cespedes hitting the ball to Cuba from Arizona? Check this out – he turned on a high and outside pitch and hit it at least 700 feet to left field. No doubt. Okay not really. But if you’re an A’s fan, you’ve gotta love the start. Two for two, a home run and two RBI? Looks like an MVP to me.

One last thing – a little breaking news. According to BleacherReport.com’s push notification on my phone JUST NOW, the San Francisco 49ers are working out Randy Moss. Before Niner fans freak out, think about it. We are in the same situation as the Patriots were. If we don’t like his attitude or work ethic, cut him. But if he’s ready to be part of this team, he will immediately become the best receiver on the field. Helloooooo Super Bowl!

Well, I have to get ready for the aforementioned Three Up, Three Down podcast. Please tune in! You won’t regret it.

Remember to follow the blog, listen to the podcast, follow us on Twitter and like us on Facebook!

Until tomorrow…

Quarterbacks Galore

March 6, 2012

I know, I know. It’s baseball season. TRUST ME. I understand that. I spent half my day listening to the Dodgers’ Spring Training broadcast on my phone. But first of all, there are three big QB topics to discuss today. And secondly, I’m still a little butt-hurt that the aforementioned Doyers lost to the Giants…

…it’s gonna be a long season.

Let’s start with my boy Alex Smith. I’ve been hearing way too much on talk radio over the last few days that Colin Kapernick should “get a shot.” The only shot Kap should be taking right now is shots of Patron as he chills on the bench, watching Smith lead the 49ers back to the playoffs.

Wow, that was an awfully bad play on words. Give me a break, I’m off my game – that Dodgers loss is really getting to me!

Smith will be back with the Niners next season, he will be the starter, and Kap will get another full season to hone his skills and learn a little leadership under Jim Harbaugh. I’m fine with giving the kid a shot in the preseason and in blowouts, as long as he doesn’t throw the ball to Josh Morgan. Since he jinxed him and Morgan busted his ankle on that catch-and-run from Kap last year.

But for now, you can talk about Smith’s inability to throw the deep ball, his mediocre stats or his boring demeanor all you want. I’ll show you tape of the NFC Divisional playoff all day and challenge you to tell me that Alex Mother Beepin’ Smith wasn’t the biggest reason we advanced to the NFC Championship just a couple short months ago.

Now, he’s no Drew Brees or even post-neck-surgery Peyton Manning. Not many QBs are. But that brings me to my next point. The New Orleans Saints are just being plain STUPID lately. Don’t even get me started on the bounty nonsense, because this blog will turn into a very angry novel. I’m talking about how they pissed off their franchise quarterback by tagging him with that exact distinction: their “franchise” player.

Except this time, it means that he gets paid a shit ton less than he should. That’s not even what Brees is “livid” about. He’s upset that he specifically told the Saints not to franchise him and wanted to knock out a long-term deal. Telling Brees no in this situation is like the animals on Noah’s Ark kicking him overboard. Brees saved the Saints’ franchise and brought them a Super Bowl title, yet they are going right at his knees with this contract crap. Ironic, considering…nevermind I won’t go there.

And in the biggest news of the day, the elder (and now less-prominent, as far as Super Bowl victories go…WTF?) Manning is out in Indy! The Colts declined to pay him $28 million to do nothing. Okay, so that’s fine. I can understand that business decision. And it’s too bad, because even though Andrew Luck may be a once-in-a-lifetime prospect, he’s still unproven.

If anything, you can expect a Sam Bradford-esque rookie season out of Luck. I’m sure the Colts will enjoy letting their new QB get beat up and rack up “L’s” while Manning does his thing in Washington, or Seattle, or Arizona or wherever the hell there is a GM smart enough to pick him up!

Don’t get me wrong – I like Luck and I think he’ll do great. But those are some gigantic, Hall-of-Fame sized cleats to fill in Indianapolis. As for Peyton? Don’t fret. He missed out on a cool chunk of change, but the dude’s gonna get paid a King’s ransom no matter where he goes. And chances are, he’ll probably be playing postseason football wherever he goes.

That’s all for today. Tomorrow, it’s back to baseball. I promise. Heck, I’ll even make a plug right here, right now.

Cretins! Read the Three Up, Three Down blog! Listen to the Three Up, Three Down podcast! Like the Three Up, Three Down Facebook page! And follow us on Twitter at @3U3D. You won’t be disappointed.

Until tomorrow, this is Colin Kaepernick…taking Jam Shots. (No? Not even a giggle?)

A Spring Training Tragedy

February 25, 2012

No, I don’t mean that I’m not going to Spring Training next week. Would y’all get off of that? I’m over it. *Takes another sip of beer*Just kidding it’s barely past noon*So takes another sip of mimosa*.

What I’m really talking about is the only time I have been to Arizona to hit up some preseason baseball. I went with my Dad when I was in 8th grade. It was one of the best, most generous gifts I’ve ever received. And one of the most memorable experiences of my life.

So why a tragedy? Shakespeare wrote tragedies (or did he…) and he’s famous for them, so quit your bitchin’ and just read on!

There was the infamous fly-fried-in-our-Safeway-chicken incident. The missed opportunity to get inside the A’s clubhouse because of Adam Melhuse wracking his ankle on second base. And my inevitable sunburn. But those are nothing compared to what happened when I went to see the A’s play the Cubs in a split squad game.

I’ve sat mere feet away from the bullpen in a big league game. I got a ball handed to me by Robb Nen. I sat two tables away from Mark McGwire at California Pizza Kitchen. But those experiences are hogwash. Because at this A’s/Cubs game in Arizona, I sat about ten rows up from the field with my Dad, waiting for the game to start.

I’d already exhausted myself running around getting autographs from all the A’s players I could and was acquiring the aforementioned burn while the teams took their final warm ups. I was ignoring a large crowd of Cubs fans at the fence below me, trying to get some old coach to sign their stuff. Pft…silly kidsWasting your time.

Then I glanced again. And it hit me. I squinted, and made out the clear face of Ryne Sandberg as he lifted his head to answer an autograph-seeker with a laugh. I can tell you, I’ve never moved that fast in my life.

There was no doubt about it – that was the future Hall of Fame second baseman. I had completely forgotten he was coaching with the Cubs and would therefore be at this game. I found a blank ball, dove across my Dad to grab my pen and  I’m pretty sure just time-warped down the bleachers to get to the fence. I was completely okay with bowling over 5-year-olds in order to get this signature.

But like a heart-wrenching Hollywood script, I watched from my epic mid-air jump, in slow motion, as Sandberg finished signing a ball, waved a thank you to the crowd and turned to retreat to the dugout. The last thread of his jersey disappeared into the dugout as I landed at the fence.

Have you ever been so disappointed, shocked and ashamed of yourself that you just wanted to sit in a cold shower and cry? That’s how eighth-grade Jeremy felt watching one of the best second baseman of all time stride away, just out of reach.

To this day, missing Sandberg haunts me. It was a fabulous Spring Training trip. One of the best experiences a baseball fan could ever ask for. But I’ve vowed from this day forth to get that damn autograph. And I imagine when it happens, I’ll be able to shake Ryno’s hand and we can laugh about my previous swing-and-a-miss.

And probably get a beer together. And then he’ll ask me to play for his team. And I’ll help the Cubs to their first World Series title in a million years. And Sandberg (who I will probably be playfully referring to as “Sandy” by then because we’ll be so tight) will introduce me at my Hall of Fame ceremony.

And…what? Hey, anything is possible at Spring Training. Just don’t be a doof like me. Be prepared. And don’t buy fried chicken from the Glendale Safeway.

That’s some real talk. Welcome back, baseball. I missed you!

Shout Out to Muh Bro’s

February 23, 2012

What an emotional rollercoaster today was. First, I had to wake up after only four hours of sleep with just a Yeti beer and three Smirnoff Ices in my belly. I drove an hour to work. I sat there, staring at my phone and the computer screen, frantically refreshing both.

They said they would tell us the results “sometime this afternoon.” So, as soon as 9:01 a.m. came, it was the afternoon in New York. But I still had to wait three agonizing hours to find out that I was not selected for the MLB Fan Cave. Bummer, right? Except after a moment of shocked silence and an exhale and body slump that just screamed “Dangggggggggg,” I looked at the 30 finalists who did make the cut.

And I couldn’t be more pleased with what I saw. In no particular order:

@itsallyduh: I never knew awesome Giants fans existed until I met you! I hope you rep Bleacher Report like a boss and get it done in Arizona, my radio angel.

@brjeffers13: A closet poet after my own heart – spittin’ rhymes like Tech N9ne, except a way better guy, damn so fly, lookin’ all us Tiny Chatters right in the eye.

@LindsayGuentzel: Speaking of droppin’ lines and spewin’ rhymes, this girl does it way too fine. If there is a rap battle in Arizona, LG’s got this ish in the bag!

@NickHamiltonLA: My Dodger brother. I know you’re gonna take this home for Dodger Nation! Paint that cave blue, homie. I’m so glad the Dodgers have a rep in the Top 30 and none better than you! #Beastmode

@iBlogBetter: Ricardo is the MAN. If you didn’t know that yet, you clearly don’t know what YouTube is. Nut shot extraordinaire, yet he’s still got the stones to recruit Tony Gwynn and Stephen Strasburg for a video.

@kelseyshea11: Where do I even begin? My book-writin’, Whitney-lovin’, rhyme-textin’, squirrel-interviewin’ girl. I love everyone in this group, but I’m surely most disappointed that I won’t get to meet you in person down in the desert.

@shakabrodie: The man with no plan to shave (ever, hopefully). The canvasses that are your obliques gets that inner bromance a-kindling inside of me. I know you’ll bring Brian Wilson-esque energy to that Cave!

@TaylorAHensley: Bikini babe of the Fan Cave! I’m not sure Tiny Chat would have even survived without you. Show ’em how to buckle a batter’s knees with more than just a curveball. Let’s kick it soon, neighb.

@AtTravisMiller: His name is Travi and he’s pretty much a big deal. But really, you’re the complete package. Dancer, singer, debater, actor look-alike, and baseball whiz. Cheers – this one’s for you, buddy.

@CandiedVinegar: I know I’m your favorite, your stars show it. No matter what, I know I can count on you to use that trigger happy clicky finger to make me feel good! By the way, even though he didn’t answer, I know Mitt’s got your back.

And so many more. Apologies to @sharpd06, @brianpasnik, @EddieMata, @siev27, @teammegan, and @RickyMast for not coming up with a clever two-liner. I’m not writing a novel here, although I probably could and probably should. Because you all provided some of the best, funniest and most ridiculous chat moments of them all. And I’m finally out of 140-character prison.

It’s amazing that this kind of thing has happened in just two weeks. And I haven’t yet gotten the chance to give a real high five to any of you. A real hug, or a real handshake. But it will happen. Because we are an FC family and you are all the reason I have absolutely no regrets about this competition.

I may not be seeing you in Arizona, but I solemnly swear to meet every single one of you at some point in our gloriously, baseball-obsessed lives.

Bring on the Cave class of 2013! @Mapes4FanCave, @falconKP, @GODF_TH_R, @RangerfanBrian and @go_go_sirico can I get a big ol’ HELL YEAH?

Congratulations to all of the Top 30! I wish you the best of luck. But come on, readers. You think I went to the trouble of linking all their Twitters into this blog just to be fancy? Click, follow, love and cherish. Thank you.

Until next year, this is @jamblinman, bro-in’ out in style. #TextMeEveryone #ButReally #Peace

12 Reasons to Vote for Me

February 22, 2012

As I type these words, the clock is less than a minute away from striking 9 a.m. here on the West Coast. For many people, that simply means no more fiddling with the coffee pot to kill time, or time to get up and move to the couch to watch TV. For me and 49 other amazing finalists in the MLB Fan Cave competition, it means there are exactly 12 hours left in online voting to determine which 30 of us move on to the next round of this contest.

I know I’m not the only finalist who is nervous as hell for what a phone call tomorrow might bring after the votes are tallied and decisions are made. It’s now 9:01 a.m. here. So in exactly 12 hours, all of this hard work is over and fate is completely out of my hands. All I can ask for the next 11 hours and 59 58 minutes is for you to go to this website and follow the standard Vote-Refresh-Repeat rule. Three minutes of V-R-R equals 30 votes for me. If only like, a million people follow V-R-R on that link, I’m a shoo-in!

Why me, you ask? While I run the risk of stepping on birthday boy Kurt Peter’s toes with this, I’ve created a list of 12 reasons to vote for me today. It’s like the 12 days of Christmas, only it’s a lot easier to shop for me and if I get a lump of coal it’s going to hurt a lot more than usual. Without further adieu:

1. Because I want it so bad. I was absolutely floored to hear I had made the top 50 a couple weeks ago. In disbelief, almost. Throwing together a 2-minute video and shooting it off to the MLB Fan Cave was my way of recognizing that there was a dream job out there and patting myself on the back for taking a shot at it. A very long shot. But now that I’ve made it this far and sacrificed my job, friends and health endlessly campaigning for the past 14 days, I can’t imagine not moving on to Spring Training next week. My job would be to watch baseball all season. Yeah. You heard me. That’s the definition of “Jeremy’s dream job.”

2. I love baseball. We all do. All 50 finalists, at least. That much is obvious. But because I put it in writing, I deserve your vote! Ask my friends and family if I like baseball. You’ll have to take a nap and a bathroom break before they finish laughing at you for asking such a silly question. It’s the truth: I was born with Dodger blue running through my veins and I’ve spent the last 23 years, 3 weeks and 3 days breathing, eating, watching, talking, writing and playing ball.

3. I made some awesome videos. Some are weird. Some are just clever, in my humble opinion. And some are just the most awesome, collaborative beautiful works of film I’ve ever seen produced. Please watch them. And if you think they sucked, don’t vote for me. But that won’t happen. These babies are cinematic gold!

4. I need a vacation. Just kidding, but I hear Arizona is nice this time of year. I’ve been to Spring Training once before, and it was incredible. I can only imagine that visiting again with so much on the line would just kick start the baseball season for me perfectly.

5. Because I’m in the lion’s den. Not literally, guys. I certainly wouldn’t be writing a blog if I was literally in a lion’s den. I’d probably be sobbing for my Mommy and wishing I had a new pair of drawers to put on. Anyway, I mean that I’m a Dodger fan living in the Bay Area. Or for the rivalry-impaired, home of the San Francisco Giants. I’ve lived here my whole life and loved the Dodgers my whole life. It’s tough enough dealing with the hate from my friends from March-November, but when the local media starts snubbing a kid who has lived here forever because he likes the wrong team, campaigning becomes incredibly difficult.

6. But, I also root for the A’s! If you almost just stopped reading after number five, I understand. I’m used to it. But I’m also an A’s fan. I mean don’t get me wrong – if it was A’s vs. Dodgers in the World Series, I’m sporting all blue. But I can’t live eight hours away from the team I root for. Luckily there was an alternative to the Giants growing up here, and so I’ve come to love the A’s like an awkward cousin who comes to live with you every summer.

7. I’m a 49ers fan! I know, I almost reeled you back in with number six. But local fans will still be skeptical of voting for a guy who has a big “LA” next to his video on MLB Fan Cave. So, let’s bond over the gloriousness of the 49ers. They are my football equivalent of the Dodgers. And unless my name is Kyle Williams, you have no reason to hate on that. Let’s just grab a drink and reminisce about the amazing season they had in 2011-2012. See? Now everyone’s happy and you can cast your vote still!

8. I really want to meet my fellow finalists. Like, really bad. ALMOST as bad as I want to win this competition. Over the last two weeks, we’ve been an impromptu support group for each other via Twitter Tiny Chat. We watch videos together, listen to music, have dance parties, talk baseball (naturally). Tiny Chat has come to rule my life from 6pm to midnight since this all started. It’s like AIM all over again, just a million times better. I think I’ve disproved the notion that you can’t form relationships purely online – because I definitely consider the main crew of finalists my friends and family even though I’ve only seen pixelated versions of their pretty faces. The only way you can help me meet my long-lost Cave friends is by voting and sending me to Arizona.

9. I’ll make you proud. Not just by getting to the next round. But by working my ass off again to make it to the final six. I have a vast baseball knowledge, I’m quick to learn and am comfortable and outgoing around other people. If that’s not the ingredients for a perfect Fan Cave host, I don’t know what is. Oh, did I mention my dashingly-good looks? (Stop laughing. Seriously…You’re a jerk.)

10. I can write about baseball. Look no further than previous posts on this blog. Or my BleacherReport.com MLB Featured Columnist profile. Or my other blog, simply titled Jamblin’ Man. I’ve always had a passion for the game and for the art of the written word. I married the two (yes, that’s legal in California) and found my true calling. A big part of the job in the Fan Cave is to document our journey as the season progresses. Well, I’m definitely a professional blogger by now, and I’ve been published numerous times. I have the cred for sure, you just have to let me show the world that I can do it on the big stage. Much like going from the minor leagues to the Majors. Hmm…

11. I’ve campaigned my butt off. As mentioned earlier, I didn’t receive the media exposure I would have liked. No newspaper articles. No time on TV. But I got in some time on the radio, plus a few blog mentions and an article from my alma mater’s school paper, The Daily Evergreen. Although I did get some awesome re-tweets and the full and complete support for my campaign from Lasorda’s Lair, a Dodgers blog on FanSided.com. After agreeing to endorse me throughout the process, they even offered me a position as a contributing writer on that site. The work I’ve put in is already paying off – it’s opening doors for me. But it could be a big, long waste of time if I don’t advance. That remains to be seen.

Also, I’m now a Twitter master. I endlessly blew up Twitter and Facebook and LinkedIn with my plea for votes. Seeing as another requirement of the final six is to communicate via social media, I think I’m in the realm of “professional” when it comes to that aspect of the job as well. My fingers hurt. Over 1,100 tweets in the last two weeks. And I still can’t get that damn Corbin Bernsen (played Roger Dorn in Major League! Clearly we are related) to re-tweet me.

12. And last but not least…I bleed Dodger Blue. I want to represent my favorite team and its amazing fan base in the Fan Cave this summer. Matt Kemp has already committed to visiting the Fan Cave this summer. Don’t you want to see one of your own interviewing the franchise’s pride and joy on MLB Network? Talk about dreams come true. So, Dodger fans…vote for your boy Jeremy Dorn to go through to the next round. Time is running out. There is now 11 hours and 13 minutes to go HERE and vote-refresh-repeat until your fingers bleed.

Thanks for reading, thanks for voting. Follow me on Twitter @Jamblinman and Like my Facebook page: facebook.com/JamCave

Not Your Ordinary Sports Blog

February 8, 2012

Today, we are not focusing on my addiction. We are focusing on the only more important thing in the world than sports: Me! Obviously. But seriously, I’m on my knees here. Pleading, begging, shining your shoes; whatever it takes. All I’m asking. Is for a little respect…

Just a little bit.

Or maybe just your vote. This is a campaign of sorts, (a JAMpaign, perhaps?) but it’s not nearly as expensive for me as President Obama’s re-election run will be. Not nearly as pointless as anyone not named Barack’s attempt will be. And certainly not as idiotic as Roseanne Barr’s.

But it’s absolutely more important. To me. And if you love me, which you do, it’s important for you as well. I’ve been selected as one of the 50 finalists for the MLB Fan Cave competition. That means I’m better than approximately 9,950 other baseball nerds at making videos and being pretty.

The next step is to be better than 9,970 other hopefuls. For the mathematically challenged, that means we are being sliced from 50 to 30. Over the next two weeks, I have to garner enough votes on MLBFanCave.com to make the final roster of 30 candidates, who are flown to Arizona for the next step; spending a week at Spring Training.

**UPDATE: I stand corrected, for once. I was picked out of a pool of over 22,000 applicants!**

That’s where YOU come in. Please find my doofy video, (don’t watch it unless you want to laugh at me and make me cry) and vote. I’ve linked it in this blog multiple times. I’m dropping hints as big as New York City. Speaking of the Big Apple, if I continue to progress through this competition, MLB Network will put me up in the city and force me into hard labor. The final job? Watching every single one of the 2,000-plus baseball games from March through November and making regular appearances on the network interviewing players.

And just for the record, among the names of people confirmed to visit the MLB Fan Cave in 2012 are David Ortiz, Brandon Phillips, C.C. Sabathia and…wait for it. Matt mother-freakin’ Kemp. My baseballs are dropping just thinking about meeting those guys.

I know this seems like a plea for sending me on an eight-month vacation. But I promise, it’s more like rehab. And I know you all enjoy my blog way too much for me to go get my problem fixed. Still, this is an absolute dream job. I’ve loved baseball since the doctors were wiping bodily fluids off my freshly-born face. Wow, sorry about that…

And it could really take me places. I can’t ask for a better opportunity. All I need are your votes. Just a click to the link, a scroll to the video, and one more click for your favorite jambler’s video. I guess this is the moment I reveal my name, so you can accurately click away. I go by Jamblinman, but the parents call me “Jeremy” for some reason. My surname is “Dorn.” That’s about as vague as it will get. But if you didn’t put two and two together, you have more problems than you know.

So please. Go to MLBFanCave.com and find that Jeremy Dorn guy, watch his video if you are a torturous, horrible person, but most importantly, VOTE! Everyone who votes for me gets 50 bucksan open-mouthed kiss…a high five. Yes, hand-to-hand contact. Get excited.

Vote for me. Yes we can!


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