James Laverty

@rationalyankee What does Claude say?

Here’s what Dr. ChatGPT says about Max Fried. Take it for what it’s worth.

Even 70% of Democrats say that you ought to have a photo ID to vote.   The House has passed the SAVE America Act THREE times already to do exactly that— and make our elections more secure. The American people want it, but Democrats in Congress refuse to concede their opposition. WE will never stop fighting for election integrity, and we’re willing to FUND voter ID it for states that contend it is too costly.

Notice the TV on Air Force One is on @FoxNews. Looks like @WillCainShow w/@WillCain.

GOP Congressional Baseball win streak could last decades.

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Stand down, Chas. All production costs were paid for by the non-profit, The Great American Road Trip, Inc. No one in my family - including my husband - were paid to do this. We did it for FREE to celebrate America 250 & encourage other Americans to get off couches & screens and spend time together seeing our country. It was filmed in small one and two day stops over the course of seven months. You and I both know that my husband has done more in one year to transform the DOT and ATC than your husband did in over 4 years on the job. I still hope your family also embarks on a civic adventure this summer to celebrate America because to love America, you gotta see America!🇺🇸

Should be fun when this arrives in the mail in about a month.

Exploration is part of who we are. Back to the Moon. Building a Moon Base. Unlocking water ice. Expanding humanity’s reach into the cosmos. The future is closer than ever.

🚨 Update: We won.

NRCC responds with a victory lap, as the redistricting battle has now gone very south for Democrats. x.com/nrcc/status/20…

Years ago, Oversight Chair James Comer met with D.C. Mayor Muriel Bowser to discuss a plan to bring the @Commanders back to RFK. He spearheaded the legislation, and their unexpected partnership reshaped the course of D.C. history. I’ll never stop telling the story.

Don't forget your photo ID!

Happy #CincoDeMayo! The best taco bowls are made in Trump Tower Grill. I love Hispanics! facebook.com/DonaldTrump/po…

"It is high! It is far! It is GONE! Aaron Judge! A Judgian blast! Here comes the Judge!" Michael Kay with the John Sterling tribute call on an Aaron Judge home run in the first inning. ⚾️🎙️ #MLB

Democrats vetting their Senate nominee in Maine

Cutting onion material

Before Bob Sheppard left us, before George broke ground on a new park, before Skippy the squirrel ran up the foul pole, before Moneyball, before a dynasty that changed a franchise (and before they were a spark in Gene Michael’s eye), before Cashman, before Watson, before Bill Clinton’s first term, John Sterling was the voice of the New York Yankees. It was George Steinbrenner who barked on that rainy day in Milwaukee, “I just want you to know, you’ll always be the Yankee announcer, and if they try to hire anyone, I’ll veto it!”. And John was. George saw in him what we all grew fond of over time: John’s poised, unapologetic self-expression, the thing that nurtured the ease of his work. There is an effortlessness about John. In 2008, he was aboard a team flight which experienced dangerous levels of turbulence. Here’s what happened (per Andrew Marchand): “‘Everyone was freaking out, yelling, getting really nervous,’ YES’ Michael Kay said. John Sterling read a book. On the flight to Minnesota about a decade ago, when the [oxygen] masks fell, Sterling belted out a laugh and pushed it away. ‘I shoved it because it was bothering me,’ Sterling said.” When he broke his streak of 5,060 consecutive games in 2019, John said, “It’s just a number of games”. Only in that frame of mind could such an unfathomable streak be possible. Calling a baseball game for John was like eating a good meal: easy, fun, and routine. What made him a good broadcaster? He didn’t try to sound like one. When he sounded excited, it was bona fide. When he felt frustrated, he revealed it. He spoke in that silky, deep, Sterling-tongued (real) voice that never went hoarse, and never dissipated with age, because it was effortless. Breaking the streak was as matter-of-fact as building it, and he retired in just the same way. No pretense, no pomp and circumstance, no “last hurrah”. He called a few weeks, said “I’m tired”, and he went home. When the great Yankee announcer Mel Allen passed in 1996, John said, “[Mel] to me was like Sinatra, or Crosby, or Astaire. He was very unique. He was a tremendous personality.” John didn’t liken Allen to other broadcasters or radio hosts, instead he picked three titans from the arts, who evoked Allen’s elegance and professionalism more than a reference to a sports personality could. This was built-in to John: his love of entertainment, music, theatre, and the energy of New York. It bled into all of his calls, in decades upon decades of broadcasting. The references became increasingly dated and obscure, but they made calls compelling. When you bring sports into stuff of life, you make it an emotional place. On August 31st, 2004 at Yankee Stadium, the Indians put an historic beating on the Yankees, by a score of 22-0. Sterling called the game in the same concentrated, high energy manner he always did. When John Flaherty popped up to end the game, Sterling paused, and broke into song: “The sun'll come out Tomorrow Bet your bottom dollar That tomorrow there'll be sun” For the deranged listeners that were still tuned in at that late hour, those fans who, with John, surfed every pitch of that dynastic tsunami in 1996, 1998, 1999, and 2000 (which increasingly feels like a fever dream), a little meaning was sprinkled into a stupid, brutal night of baseball. A season is a failure if it doesn’t end in a title, but we experience every pitch regardless. And for many of us, every pitch we ever experienced was also experienced by John. So he paid tribute to Mel. And Mel’s “how about that!” evolved John’s “how do ya like that!”. And he was a professional like Mel, and Scully, and Barber, which we love. But we also love the eccentric quirky ones, like Caray, Rizzuto, and Dizzy Dean. How did John manage to do both? How could he just as well sing, “the sun will come out tomorrow”, and “the sun will come out Tanaka”? Who would John liken John to? Maybe the great Orson Welles, as they both possessed a booming voice and a loud personality, but were traditionalists and masters of their craft. Think about listening to John. Yes, he had his many famous faux pas, where he misjudged the flight of a fly ball. But pitch to pitch, inning to inning, was there not full clarity on exactly what was happening on the field? It wasn’t through any evocative phrases, or vivid, detailed descriptions. It was through simple, consistent rhythm: "Jeter fields | throws to first | IN time” “No runs | no hits | one error | one left” “At the end of three and a half | no score | on the New York Yankees radio network | driven byyyyy Jeep” “Ball game over | Yankees win | theeeeee | Yankees win” Through his repeated phrases, cadence, and rhythm, there was always a very distinct picture of the action. An expectation was established for the listener, which they could sink into. From this, John could mix in his own flairs, and these too would join in with his rhythm (like all of the quirky home run calls). It all made for a comfortable experience. Nostalgia in real-time. Feeding into the comfort was Suzyn Waldman, who was his perfect match. Both had been involved with the Yankees forever (in fact, they had first met on WFAN in 1987), and understood the team intimately. They shared a love of musicals, books, and life, but their chemistry was strongest in their sensibility toward game calling. For a child Yankee fan, they would feel like second parents, for their simple, accessible style. As they stayed partners for two decades, they grew old together. We only heard their unchanging voices, so we didn’t know they were growing old. When the Yankees established YES in 2002, they moved to cable. I didn’t have cable, so I listened to John. I listened when Jeter was boo’d at home, and when he hit his first and only grand slam. I listened to the first game after the curse fell. To Arod’s 400th home run in Milwaukee, and his 15th-inning home run in 2009. To a walk-off by Tony Womack. To that night when the midges swarmed Joba. To that first Chad Green/Nestor Cortes start. To his exuberant calls for Juan Soto’s heroics, which seem to bring something out of him not seen in a long time, like an embalming of a spirit. I’ll attend Sterling’s last game today. When Jeter retired, we prayed for another great Yankee and the baseball gods obliged. I don’t know if they’ll be another great voice of the Yankees, but there won’t be another Sterling. So maybe we won’t pray, but we’ll sing. The sun'll come out Tomorrow So ya gotta hang on 'Til tomorrow come what may Tomorrow, tomorrow I love ya tomorrow You're always, a day away Tomorrow, tomorrow I love ya tomorrow You're always, a day away

Felt like this call embodied a lot of John Sterling. Timely, creative, and a sprinkle of whimsy that made listening to the games he called so special.