Okay, okay....I'll post on this thread.
Several reasons for mine: My last name is Bunn (that's the most obvious reason). One of my nicknames is Bunn-O-Matic (I've always assumed it's because of my shooting ability on the basketball court)
And I love coffee...the pot is orange because about 3 years ago I switched to decaf.
For every action there is an equal and opposite criticism.
All done in the spirit of the Ohio Air Natlional Guard.
F-16C's representing the 180th (Toledo) and 178th (Springfield) Fighter Wings and my unit, the 121st Air Refueling Wing (KC-135R's) at Rickenbacker in Columbus. The only one missing is is the C-130's from the 179th Airlift Wing in Mansfield.
Thanks for the rep points! At least, I am contributing something.
"You like me, you really like me!"
OK, I changed mine.
The photograph is one square from a satellite photograph, taken in 1988, and obtained from terraserver. It is an empty corner lot from my childhood neighborhood. This area served as our baseball field and our football field.
If you look closely near the red dot, you can the spots in the grass where the pitchers' and batters' areas are worn to just dirt.
I swear I can still hear the voices.
He's a free man. We need a pitcher. Plus, we can use him to teach young Cincinnatians the alphabet.
Barry Zitotastic, my new avatar. Talented, hard-working, educational, and hott like Thai food.
There is no such thing as a pitching prospect.
Mine's just funny.
My avatar has changed once again.
If you are a Reds fan, you know what this picture is.
Last edited by Hap; 02-13-2008 at 07:53 PM.
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
~ Mark Twain
Me too. Every time I saw it, I could imagine Sciosia's face being replaced by Garvey, Lopes, Russell, Cey, Baker, Smith, Buckner, Yeager, Sutton, and Tommy Lasorda. Throw in Manny Mota for good measure.
Talent is God Given: be humble.
Fame is man given: be thankful.
Conceit is self given: be careful.
So I'm dredging up a six-year-old thread because it's the closest I could find to a pertinent thread and didn't want to start a new one.
I was just prepping my FB cover photo for playoff season (can't get cooler than an admission like that, kids!), and I realized that I've never explained my avatar here. It's a pretty nifty little story.
Last year, I spent three months in Moscow. While I was there, I made a pilgrimage to the Central Army Sports Club. CSKA (the Russian acronym for it) was basically the training ground for the Soviet sports powerhouse, across a great number of sports. There were clubs and training grounds all over the USSR, of course, but Moscow's CSKA was the biggest and most important. Talented kids, often chosen by government officials, were sent to CSKA from all over the country to live and train. It encompassed all kinds of sports, outdoor and indoor, summer and winter, and its athletes had enormous success. Club teams competed under its banner both nationally and internationally. According to wikipedia, CSKA athletes have won 463 Olympic gold medals, 11,000 national championships, and 2,629 European and World titles. I can't imagine any other single club in the world has had that much success.
When I was a kid, I was obsessed with the Soviet Union, and my obsession stemmed from Olympic sports. This naturally led me right to CSKA, and I have been fascinated by it for decades. I've tried to follow its fate since the Soviet Union disbanded, and it's been through a mess of changes, of course -- it's now privately owned, but still sort of government-overseen (it no longer "represents" the military, as it ostensibly did in its Soviet days). Part of its facility is now a Mercedes dealership, a sight that is extremely common in Moscow these days. But it's still there and still quite powerful, particularly, I think, in hockey. (Former CSKA hockey stars include Vyacheslav Fetisov, Valeri Kharlamov, the Bure brothers, and Sergei Federov, who's the current GM of the team.)
So when I was in Moscow, I had to go see CSKA. Suffice it to say this is not something a lot of visitors do. It's not particularly easy to get to, it's not at all tourist-friendly, and most of all, it's just a working sports club like any other. I mean, it's beautiful and there are basic homages to some of its history, but beyond that, just your basic workaday rink rats and swimmers and soccer players and gymnasts running around, from teeny tiny to adult. I was surprised it wasn't bigger, but then, I'm not sure saw the whole thing. Just walked around, checked things out, caught a bit of the junior national hockey championship. I felt very weird being there -- everyone else there clearly had a *reason* to be there -- but it's not like they have security or anything. It's like walking onto a soccer field in any suburban American neighborhood. Every little boy at the hockey rink was running around in some NHL cap; Capitals and Devils were popular hats, and I was outraged that I did not see more Penguins nods, given Yevgeny Malkin's stardom. But then I visited the little pro shop and saw their prime display merchandise, a shiny Malkin Penguins jersey, which I asked in my terrible Russian if I could photograph, to hilarious results with the very obliging and bemused pro shop worker.
The best surprise of all, though, came when I found the crappy little cafeteria (literally "sport cafe") in back of the ice rink. It is named...the Red Machine. This is funny enough, given Russia's precarious relationship to the Soviet Union (some things they just completely ignore; others, like sports, they celebrate). But what's funnier is that when I say it is called The Red Machine, I mean that it is actually called The Red Machine. In English. I might never have stopped to read it in Cyrillic; I might have completely missed the name. But since it's written in English, with a huge hammer and sickle standing in for the "E" in "Red," it was pretty unmistakable. I was pretty elated that the cosmicness of the whole thing, that one of the very few Americans who surely goes to visit this place as a tourist happens to be a girl from Cincinnati, who is of course going to flip out seeing this nickname in its (original?) incarnation.
Anyway, that's how I ended up with an avatar of a nickname for my midwestern American baseball team that I found in the back corner of a former Soviet sports complex in Moscow. Here are a few pics. If anyone wants to see the whole set of the photos I took at CSKA, let me know.
There is no such thing as a pitching prospect.