Posts Tagged ‘Tiny Chat’

Is This Real Life?

February 24, 2012

Yes, yes it is. Finally. I’d rather be face down on my keyboard from lack of sleep, obsessively checking Twitter and stalking every journalist within 100 miles of here, but it is nice to have my normal routine back. Fresh laundry and a clean room for the first time in two weeks? No complaints. Besides, big girls don’t cry, right?

I miss being a part of the craziness of MLB Fan Cave. I really do. It was the most ridiculous, surprising two weeks of my life. But check out the list of things I’ve been able to do in the 24 hours since finding out my fate:

1. Laundry – I haven’t worn clean boxers since Valentine’s Day. I’ll let you decide if I’m kidding or not, ladies. Good luck.

2. Clean my room – Actually, I had become pretty good at just doing a standing long jump from my doorway to my bed every night. It was either that, or do backstroke through the mess.

3. Hit the gym – My body hates me. I haven’t seen the inside of a gym in weeks. Okay fine, months, but I couldn’t afford it until recently. Back off!

4. Talk to people – Yeah, you heard me. Just ask my pre-Fan Cave friends. Besides parents and co-workers, who I was forced to interact with (just kidding, I love you all), I spent the majority of my social life for the past two weeks either on Twitter or Tiny Chat, talking to the same 20 or so people all night. It was fantastic, but now I don’t have to feel like a dick for deserting everyone else I care about.

5. Take a real lunch break – For two weeks straight, I left the office at noon, took my hastily-made sandwich from the fridge, scarfed it, and sat back down at my computer by 12:03. Hey, 57 extra minutes to campaign!

There are many more I’m sure I’ll stumble over in the coming days, but that’s what I’ve noticed so far. Anyway, I wanted to briefly highlight another exceptionally positive impact the Fan Cave experience had on me.

Pure inspiration. I can’t remember the last time I was this motivated to lock myself in my room all weekend and work on my writing. But that’s literally all I want to do. Unless the weather stays this nice in Northern California…NO. I’m writing. Which also contradicts my 4th list item above. Shit. We’ll see.

But I really am absolutely driven right now to just write for days, and it feels great. I think getting that close to something so prolific that I never even dreamed of having a shot at made me realize that I can achieve everything I want to do. God that sentence was sappy. Anyone have wine to go with that cheese?

I mean it though. Doors are already starting to open. I’m now the Editor of the Dodgers baseball blog on FanvsFan.com. I’ve also accepted a position as a contributing writer for Lasorda’s Lair, another Dodger blog that supported me in my campaign. And, true story: Doug Glanville tweeted me today. Like, tweeted ME. Not a re-tweet or a response, he initiated twit-conversation. I can only imagine it was to offer me a job with ESPN, or perhaps as the next Commissioner of baseball.

By the way, keep an eye (or an ear) out. Myself, KP, Mapes, Brian, Angelo and Abby are creating a badass baseball podcast made up of snubbed Fan Cavers. And it’s going to be awesome. But the fact that it’s even a possibility is another example of how inspiring that whole experience was. I’m makin’ moves, people!

So today, I leave you with something else I’ve been missing over the last two weeks. Continuing my daily themes on Jam Shots! Let’s start fresh. Because I’m in a sing-along mood, here’s the Friday Song of the Week. I dig it – so glad that’s the number one song in the world right now!

Happy Manny is Back Day!

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


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