Posts Tagged ‘Spring Training’

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!

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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!

Fight Night: Who Would Win?

April 2, 2012

Any boxing fans who saw that title are probably severely disappointed. I’m not talking about boxing, or MMA, or even a good old-fashioned “meet me in the parking lot after class, we’re throwing down” fight.

I’m taking inspiration from Ubaldo Jimenez beaning Troy Tulowitzki in the Indians-Rockies Spring Training game over the weekend. Jimenez, the pitcher formerly known as GOOD, who was traded to the Indians from the Rockies last season, beaned his former teammate in the elbow in what looked to be an incredibly intentional move.

Words were exchanged, steps were taken, benches were cleared…and is typical in baseball, nothing happened. So that leaves my imagination to wander: who would have won if the scuffle had turned into a full-on boxing match?

Forget the surrounding drama, I’m focusing on one thing and one thing only. Which gigantic athlete involved here would have whooped the other’s ass into submission?

Would Ubaldo pull a Nolan Ryan and give Troy the old Robin Ventura headlock-and-pound? Maybe Tulo would have charged and given a classic Andre Johnson hay maker to the head of Jimenez, a la Cortland Finnegan!

Either way, it would have been fun to watch. Let’s check out the tale of the tape before making a final decision:

In the purple corner, from Santa Clara, CA, fighting out of Denver, CO…he stands 6’3″ and weights 215 pounds, the INSANE INFIELDERRRRR…TROYYYYY TULOOOOOWITZKI!

And in the red corner, from Nagua in the Dominican Republic, fighting out of Cleveland, OH…standing 6’5″ and weighing in at 210 pounds, the PITCHER OF PAIN….UUUUUUUUBALDOOOOO JIMENEZ!

Now that we’ve gotten through that nonsense, let’s get to the decision. They are similar in size, but a couple differences stand out. First, Ubaldo probably has the reach by a few inches, as he’s exceptionally tall and lanky. That being said, Tulo would be stronger (tell one of those baseballs he’s smacked 450 feet that he’s a pansy…) and might KO Jimenez with the right connection.

Also, Tulo seems to be a more confident, composed person in general. He should be, since he’s one of the bright young MLB stars today. Then again, Jimenez has a chip on his shoulder, especially when it comes to the Colorado Rockies.

I can only imagine though, that Jimenez is more of a fighter than Tulo. I mean, Troy is from the suburbs of California. It would be an entertaining fight to say the least, but I think Jimenez knocks Tulo out in the third round. Given Tulowitzki’s injury history, it probably won’t take much.

Luckily, next time the two face off on the baseball field, the results would be much different. Considering Tulowtizki’s immense talent and Jimenez’s declining pitching skills, chances are Tulo would take him deep. And definitely take his sweet time rounding those bases.

Thanks for indulging in my little fantasy. Until tomorrow…I’ll be at the A’s vs. Giants game. YAY BASEBALL!

Bochy-ing That One…

March 9, 2012

Jamblinman’s the name, being punny’s my game! As much as I just want to sit here and absolutely tear the San Francisco Giants’ manager a new one…I can’t. I respect Bruce Bochy. And I’m tired of being so angry all the time.

Okay, that second part isn’t true. But still, I’ll quash the little devil in a Dodgers jersey whispering in my ear and try to be fair and sensible in today’s blog. That being said, what Bochy did at Spring Training this week was absolutely ludicrous and wrong.

Oh, you haven’t heard yet? Here, let me help you out. Don’t scoff at this – it IS news (for once…way to go, Yahoo!). Pete Rose is banned from baseball for violating what amounts to an unwritten rule; a silent code if you will. A-Rod almost got his face ripped off by Dallas Braden for breaking an unwritten rule. And now Bochy has joined a club he doesn’t belong in.

Luckily, the Giants quickly rectified the situation and did solid damage control. But it worries me that Bochy even went there in the first place. I could understand someone like Ozzie Guillen pulling shit like removing another team’s scout from the stands during practice, but not Bochy.

Why is this a big deal, you ask? First of all, because you just don’t do it. This isn’t Rajon Rondo listening in on another team’s huddle. This isn’t a Patriots employee video taping the Jets’ walk-through. This is not immoral or illegal in any way. It’s a scout, well…scouting.

Unless Bochy and the Giants were working on a super secret new hit-and-run play that is going to revolutionize the game as we know it, there is no violation here. And no, they weren’t doing that. Mostly because the Giants couldn’t hit the broad side of a barn so they won’t worry about hit-and-runs. ZING had to do it.

As the Yahoo! article states, anything that has to be secret in baseball is done in the clubhouse. Nobody stands on an open diamond and yells, “HEY GUYS! LISTEN UP! THIS YEAR, WHEN I TOUCH MY BELT, THEN MY NOSE, THEN MY BELT AGAIN, IT’S A DELAYED STEAL! DON’T TELL ANYONE!”

Plus, did Bochy not realize that his shenanigans might get his own team’s scouts some rough treatment when they try to scout other teams? Oops.

The disgraced scout told Yahoo! that he was there to scout the Giants’ outfield arms. Chances are, that’s exactly what he was doing. And even if he wasn’t, so what? Baseball is the most simply complicated game in the history of the world. There are strategic intricacies to every pitch and every play and that’s why I love it.

But, everyone knows the same strategies and how to execute them – it just comes down to who does it better.

Between the A’s-to-San-Jose fiasco and now Bochy being a bum, the Giants are really starting to rub me the wrong way. And if I’m getting that feeling one week into Spring Training, you can imagine how fiercely I’ll take this rivalry in 2012.

Let’s just all make sure that if we watch the Giants warming up this season, to warn Bochy ahead of time that you come in peace.

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?)

The Brew Crew

March 2, 2012

I don’t think I’ve posted anything about Ryan Braun yet. Have I? I don’t know. We’re doing it today, either way.

So if you haven’t heard, Braun did was accused of taking some roidy, PED crap. But he appealed the test and in a ridiculously rare move, he won it and had the charge overturned. Now, I didn’t watch the press conference and I don’t really care. I’m immune to people cheating in baseball at this point, even if it’s just a rumor.

But what I find interesting is this article, citing a very credible source in Buster Olney. According to Olney in the article, 80-90 percent of the “dozens and dozens” of ball players he’s talked to about this issue has been very upset about it. Naturally, he did all the interviews off the record. But that’s a shocking statistic.

That means almost every other player in baseball believes Ryan Braun took PEDs and cheated his way to an N.L. MVP. And don’t argue that it’s not what they believe – according to Olney, who is one of the most respected sports journalists around right now, only 10-20 percent of players were happy with the test. Eliminate Braun’s teammates, who would no doubt back him whether on the record or off, and you’re choosing from an even smaller sample size.

So that gets me wondering…I’ve always respected Braun and loved watching him play. I think he’s a fantastic player, and great for the game. I even maintained his innocence and still do, albeit with suspicion. But if that many opposing players were skeptical or even upset with the result of the appeal, doesn’t that mean they think he was guilty? Did they think he might be roiding before the positive test even came out?

Who knows? But one thing is for sure – guilty or innocent, Braun will always have this PED stigma attached to him. But whether or not you believe in the result of the appeal, it was a scientific test and a professional investigation. You have to consider the guy innocent. Time will tell if more of the story comes out (because doesn’t it always?) later that alters the truth.

In one quick bit of other news, Braun’s former Bash Bro., Prince Fielder, apparently hit a 611-foot home run in BP yesterday.

I’m going to let that sink in.

Has it sunk in yet?

Six hundred FEET? Adam Dunn was the last player to hit a ball over 500 feet in a game and that just barely cleared that benchmark. I don’t think I believe it, even if it factored in a lengthy roll, but I’m going to go with it. Because if there’s any player in the Majors who could hit a Spring Training BP fastball 611 feet, it’s Fielder.

That’s all folks. Happy Friday. Peace!

And the Oscar Goes to…

February 27, 2012

…Angelina Jolie for her skeleton-in-a-dress outfit! Yay for jokes that are already old. But seriously, when did she go from being super hot to just kinda creepy-looking? Way to go, Brad.

I hate Mondays. We all do. While I was laying in bed this morning after being woken up by this glorious song (daily routine – try it, you’ll love it…money-back guarantee), I was brainstorming what to write for Jam Shots today. And by brainstorming, I mean my brain was starting like a car in the snow. Enough to keep me breathing, basically. And after I valiantly wrestled (and lost) with the idea of calling in sick to work due to exhaustion/Monday morning blues/nomotivation-itis, it dawned on me.

I can write an entertaining, sports-related blog that is timely because it is formatted after an awards show. And it will be fun and easy. Like I need Mondays to be. So, here goes:

Best Supporting Actor – LeBron James: I love the guy, and he’s the best athlete in the NBA, but let’s be real here. He’s not the go-to guy. Every player, coach and fan in the Miami Heat organization wants the ball in Dwyane Wade’s hands with the game on the line. I didn’t watch the NBA All-Star Game this weekend (nor the dunk contest…I was watching water boil instead. I found it much more exhilarating), but even Amish folk must have heard that LeBron passed up a game-winning shot with Kobe prodding him on.

Best Director – Davey Johnson: Okay, this is a completely unjustified selection. But so was Nick Nolte not winning best supporting actor for Warrior at the real Academy Awards. I don’t care that I haven’t seen the performances of the other four actors in that category. Good for that old dude for winning, but Nolte is old too. And he made me cry multiple times in that damn movie. Oh, right…Johnson. He’s the manager of the Washington Nationals. So this selection is based on my prediction that the Nats take home the N.L. East title this year. That’s an accomplishment that will undoubtedly win Johnson a Manager…er Director, of the Year award.

Best Actor – Kevin Durant: I’m just using simple logic here. The All-Star Game pits the best players in the game against each other. The MVP is the best player in a given league. If A + B = C, and B + C = A, then…oh, hell. I don’t know. But Durant took home the MVP honors in yesterday’s All-Star Game, therefore making him the best player in the NBA. It doesn’t exactly work like that, but he may be on track to lead the league’s best team to the NBA Finals. He’s going to be a front-runner for MVP and deservedly so. The Durantula is super fun to watch, and has an awesome nickname.

Best Picture – Moneyball Baseball: Yes, baseball in general. We’re fully into Spring Training. Which means we don’t have to pretend to care about the shortened NBA season or the Sharks lookin’ like a bunch of bums out on the ice. With the brief exception of March Madness, the next 8 months is all about the diamond. Fresh grass, sunflower seeds, incredibly uncomfortable jock protection, and fuzzy, green mascots. If we’re really talking films, take this into consideration. Some dude on Twitter last night during the Oscars had the balls to Tweet to Jermaine Dye that Moneyball was the best baseball movie ever made. I about fell out of my chair. I’m going to hunt that Tweeter down and shove a copy of The Natural (or The Sandlot. Or A League of Their Own. Or Field of Dreams. Or Bull Durham. Or The Rookie. Or Hardball, even. Get the point?) up his ass.

My version of the Oscars has four awards. Sorry I’m not sorry. And sorry it’s only men. I don’t know enough about women’s sports. But I presume Meryl Streep would be nominated in every category and I hope Octavia Spencer would win one of them, because her speech was awesome. Okay, bye now.

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!

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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