204?

I picked up my Seattle-to-Portland pack today to find that the route’s only 204 miles this year. Now I can’t round up and say “it was almost 210″…

Anyway, Saturday’s the day. I’m really worried. I’ve done it before, but I had a much, much larger milage base last year.

Interestingly, in researching nutritional stuff, that on this ride, I’m going to be burning ~800-900 calories/hour all the way down there. A Cliff Bar/Snickers/whatever you have for roadside dining is only about 200-250 calories, so to avoid bonking I need to eat like a freaking piiiiiiiiiiiigggg this time.

It’s crazy. Say I drink a water bottle full of Gatorade every hour (I’ll probably be way over this, but–) and eat a bar of something. That’s only 125+200 = 325 calories… I’m down 675 calories. A banana is only another 100.

Say I stop on my way out at McDonald’s (which will be closed) and buy two Egg McMuffins (holy mackeral, I never realized there’s 235mg of cholesterol in an Egg McMuffin… yeeeccch), OJ, some hash browns… I’m going to burn that whole meal off in just over an hour.

That’s a huge Qdoba chicken burrito every hour, for… twelve hours of on-bike time — twelve burritos. Hoooooooooooly mackeral.

Hopefully definitive and last Rose story post

In a recent interview with Baseball Prospectus Radio, Pete Rose said that in April of 2003, he and his people expected to he’d be reinstated that year and return to baseball.

So here’s a post I’ve been working at, on and off, since I once got mentioned a lot for a day’s news cycle, for writing the August 8th, 2003 article “The Return of Pete Rose – Exclusive – He’s Back in Baseball in 2004” bylined “Derek Zumsteg and Will Carroll” which turned out to be wrong.

Here’s the quick story of how the Rose story broke:
Will Carroll came to the Prospectus author’s group with several sources who had told him that Rose had signed a deal to be re-instated. One’s in MLB offices, one’s with the Reds (where he would make his re-entry into baseball).

The group decided that, as the author of a some really long and detailed Rose work (like “Evaluating the Dowd Report“), I’m the obvious choice to write the text of the any article. I called Will, took a ton of notes, and started writing frantically. I end up going through many drafts that night.

The other authors went to sources they knew, searching for verification of the deal. Another author turned up a source outside baseball who said we had it right.

We couldn’t get a comment from MLB, as no one’s at their phones. Management decided that we should run the story without MLB comment. I submitted the final text, which went up immediately.

At that point, we’d made one serious error: we didn’t get a copy of the deal. We’re essentially relying on one person who said they’d seen it, one person with direct knowledge of it, and another person with indirect knowledge of it.

Getting a copy of the deal would, I think, have saved us a lot of pain. We also could have done a better job getting information out of sources, in particular tracing the who-knows-what and weighing. Also, publishing with copies of the documents makes denial difficult, and certainly wouldn’t have resulted in the kind of denials by MLB (and later, accusations by others). So we totally blew that.

The lead to the story ran:

Pete Rose and Major League Baseball have reached an agreement that would allow him to return to baseball in 2004, and includes no admission of wrongdoing by Rose, Baseball Prospectus has learned. According to several sources, Rose signed the agreement after a series of pre-season meetings between Rose, Hall of Fame member Mike Schmidt, d at different times, high-level representatives of Major League Baseball, including Bob DuPuy, Major League Baseball’s Chief Operating Officer, and Allan H. “Bud” Selig, Commissioner of Major League Baseball.

Here’s the part that I don’t believe was true: “Rose signed the agreement“. Didn’t happen. We got burned. Unfortunately, that’s an important part of the story. It’s the story.

So it ran. I didn’t sleep well, and called MLB the next day when their New York office opened. I had one of the weirder experiences of my life, as for once I got through to someone important there almost instantly, through a series of conversations that went:
“Hi, I’m Derek Zumsteg with Baseball Prospectus, I’d like to get a comment from Commissioner–”
“Just a second…” (click)
(repeat)
“Yeah?”
“Is this.. Commissioner Selig?”
“This is Rich Levin (MLB Senior Vice President for Public Relations).”
“Uh, hi, I’m Derek Zumsteg –”
(Rich Levin says some angry things)
(slight pause, with my singed hair crackling faintly in the background) “Uh, so I’ll write that up as a strong denial. Thanks for your time.”

We changed the story to add the denial. Later, Levin talked to Will for much longer and was, I understand, a lot calmer.

MLB denied the story in a way that unsettled me (The Commissioner has not reached any decision… there’s no signed agreement in place). I started to wonder about how specific they were being (and that turned out to be the first thing I talked about on MSNBC). I was a little angry, too, that they said the whole article was false, when there was a lot of historical background information in there that’s entirely true, even if you deny the new specific allegation. But that’s public relations work these days.

I worked the phones trying to get someone who’d read the book to talk about it, as I suspected from other conversations that the book contained information about Rose’s deal (it does not) and an admission of gambling (it does). Will got another source in baseball who confirmed the deal. Rose and his camp made some equally odd statements about what’s going on.

I went on MSNBC and said “We will be vindicated!”

That didn’t happen.

Later, Rose published his book and in it revealed he did bet on baseball (in a limited admission that denies many of the substantial allegations, such as his documented clubhouse betting). The firestorm overshadowed Hall of Fame inductions, and things started to go really badly for Rose’s bid for reinstatement. The Commissioner was angry, and by all reports still refuses to even consider Rose’s case. Rose and his camp made some even more interesting statements implying there’d been an agreement of some kind in place that baseball wasn’t upholding, but nothing that vindicates us.

Throughout this time, I generally reacted defensively to trolling: we got the story right, this is proved by subsequent events, blah blah blah. I often got testy about it, particularly when I was accused of making the whole thing up.

But the story was wrong. Rose was not taken off the ineligible list, and didn’t return to baseball in 2004. If, as we’d reported, Rose and MLB had signed an agreement that contained a guarantee, he could have produced it and threatened to sue, or even just revealed it in an attempt to regain lost public support in the book screw up. There’s a counter-argument to be made here, that Rose can only go to MLB for reinstatement, so he must tread lightly where he might alienate those in power, and yet it seems like it would have been a powerful negotiating tool.

And even if we did, hyptothetically, nail it exactly, the headline and story still predicted an event that had not occurred. If an agreement had been reached, it didn’t mean he’d returned to managing, for instance. Reporting as news something yet to occur as a fact is always a mistake. It’s a fine distinction, and one I wish we’d made at the time.

In retrospect, there was a point where we should have handed it off to someone who could have done a better job reporting on the story. I wasn’t a reporter, I was some guy who spent business days in a cubicle at AT&T Wireless who wrote a lot about baseball when he wasn’t at work (which is part of why Will did ESPN and every sports talk radio program in the country that day: first, he’s far, far better connected, so everyone knew how to get a hold of him, but also I was working my 9-5 and not the phones). I’d have like to have seen someone with much better connections and still willing to run the story against MLB’s wishes taken the story and run it.

There’s another argument to be made here, that as the story turned out, I should burn the sources. I have two counters to this.

First, I don’t know who they are. Will didn’t name his names, and I didn’t ask. Will knows, and the executive leadership at BP at the time knows. I don’t know who the outside baseball source is (same deal). I couldn’t burn them if I wanted.

Second, this goes to a heart of a basic argument: when do you burn sources? I think in general that reporters are too quick to offer anonymity: one of the weirder problems with the Bush administration, for instance, is officials offering off-the-record briefings that contain valuable information but while asking anonymity (the gaggle asked for this kind of thing to please stop, but as a group were unwilling to just name the briefers, which would have solved the problem).

But here’s a case where someone, who possibly disagrees with the action of a large and powerful corporate entity, decides to tell the world about something that’s happening. If they call Will and tell him about it, but get it wrong, should they be named and outed? If they know there’s a signed agreement, have only a blank copy to read off to a their chosen outsider, and represent that it’s Pete Rose’s John Hancock on the official copy in a locked filing cabinet, do you burn them for representing their guess as fact? And the guy who confirms the signed deal and makes the same error, having heard it as part of their work with the Reds that’s exposed them to the Rose-working-for-the-Reds part — do you burn them?

If I thought that we’d been intentionally manipulated, I’d argue we should reveal sources. But I don’t think that happened.

I believe (and this is wholly opinion, unsupported by any evidence) that there was an agreement between a representative of Rose (probably his lawyer) and a representative of baseball (probably Bob DuPuy), and it said, in essence “Baseball agrees to take Rose off the list and allow him to return in a limited way in 2004… Rose agrees to keep his nose clean and not do anything that reflects badly on baseball for the next year…”

This allowed baseball to issue denials about the Commissioner not having made any determination or signed any agreement, though he clearly was involved in the negotiations, and it also allowed the same kind of denial about Rose signing. It’s an obvious way to handle it, using cutouts (much in the way Rose did in placing bets), and it makes sense.

It would also account for the sourcing: that’s a fine distinction, and someone in the Reds who’s aware of Rose’s looming return to that organization would only likely know there’s a signed deal between Rose and baseball, for instance. It would, however, also mean that at least one source represented as fact something they did not know directly, or lied about who had signed.

And if we had a copy of the deal, I’d know if I’m right. Either way, I know we were wrong.

I don’t feel bad about the experience. I wish we’d gotten it right, and sometimes I wish we’d handed it to Buzz Bissinger or someone who could have nailed it perfectly. I wish Rose hadn’t put out his book earlier (or at all) so the deal could have been completed, which would have proved us substantially right as well (though it would also have meant Rose was welcomed back to baseball, which I’m divided about). I’m disappointed personally that we turned out to be wrong. There was a period in my life where I wanted nothing more than to be a good journalist, and I think some of my best work has been in writing deep, minimal-commentary pieces that examine an issue or an event and the way they unfolded. But what is likely my best-known piece of writing is my first piece of news reporting (not counting my brief turn with the UW Daily), and it turns out to be wrong. That sucks.

Yet I feel that we all did the best we could taking on a story far larger than we would ever normally attempt. It’s easy, a couple years later, to look back on the night I wrote it and want to scream advice at 2003 Derek, but when we ran it, I was proud of the article and trusted the BP execs’ decision to run the story.

Lance Armstrong, cycling, and the nature of heroes

I love watching the Tour de France. I started watching it when I got into cycling way back in the Greg LeMond days, and I’ve been a fan since. OLN’s awesome coverage has been so good for me — I can’t get enough of it.

And this is professional bike racing. I spend hours every day watching a sport with people pedaling on bikes, and when I go to a Mariners game I’m bored.

Someone asked me yesterday who I liked “besides Lance”. Everything pales in comparison to Lance and my admiration for him, so to have a reasonable conversation about the Tour you have to remove him immediately. I talked about Basso, and some of the obscure cool guys I like (Floyd Landis and Levi Leipheimer, for instance… Robbie McEwan’s crazy, and… I’ll stop now) but I glossed over Tyler Hamilton. I always liked Tyler, and thenin 2003, he became a favorite. Racing with a broken collarbone in incredible pain, he led a one-man breakaway during one stage and finished fourth, in what was one of the most courageous things I’ve ever seen in sports. This article‘s a good explanation of what happened.

Then disgrace– he got caught blood doping and is out (I believe) for two years. He’s appealing.

For me, I’m disappointed because cycling’s a sport I enjoy. I don’t know so much about the teams and the riders that I’m caught up in the politics and rivalries as I am with baseball. I don’t know too much about the players — while I know in kind of a vague, academic way that bicyclists as a whole do a lot of performance-enhancing drugs even though they’re tested like crazy, I don’t know names of players who do and players who almost certainly do. There’s an inspirational mind-over-matter aspect to doing something the body is not supposed to do, overcoming adversity, and a lot of strategies and complicated psychological games teams and riders engage in.

And it’s not work for me, where baseball.. I’ve been writing about baseball as a job one way or another since 1998. I can know about pro cycling without having everyone know I know about it — it’s like having a cool secret. And because no one else cares, no one asks either.

I totally, totally dig it.

Galaxy Rangers

I watched this when it aired and bought the DVDs recently. It’s a short-lived animated series (why is this out on DVD? I have no idea), done in the US, sci-fi with a lot of Western in it, about interstellar law enforcement by these guys with implants that have super (or… not so super) powers.

What I remember is that it was amazingly better than what else was on. In particular, the stories and plots were great: sometimes they didn’t win, and were lucky to escape alive. There was continuity from episode to episode, and all kinds of good stuff.

Not surprisingly, the series as it actually exists is a lot different.

  • Jerry Orbach does the voice for Zach, the head Ranger. Yeah, Jerry Orbach. It’s strange to hear this well-known Law and Order actor say things like “We must find the Queen’s psychocrypt!” and be serious.
  • There’s a strange mix of the stupid and the entirely serious. In the first episodes, there’s a an implication that the evil Queen has killed millions of people on one planet, Goose (who is the Clint Eastwood-esque one) kills their enemies left and right (and is willing to shoot their horses). No G.I. Joe-style jumps-out-of-the-helicopter-the-instant-it-explodes. Then in another episode, a town is haunted by an electrically-animated/possessed scarecrow. An entire episode (“Mindnet”) revolves around Goose being framed for a crime (so the Rangers have 24 hours to solve it before, presumably, he gets thrown in the hoosegow) while Goose is hanging around in a super-high-tech Ranger training facility — and he’s there to take the call when the authorities contact the facility immediately after the theft.
  • There’s an occasional level of humor about the whole thing, usually in dialogue, that went way over my head as a kid. In one stupid episode, Doc’s in prison and waiting to be killed by the locals, and spends his time composing a letter. “Dear Miss Manners. I am about to be executed on a backwards frontier world and have a terrible dilemma. What does one wear to one’s own funeral?”
  • Or, if you like your humor a little more obvious, at the end of one episode in the occasional “everyone ends up dancing or laughing” endings, we see a robot do the robot. No, really.

Still, I have a soft spot for it. When it aired, it inspired me to start trying to write sci-fi, which eventually led to all kinds of interesting things. When it’s good, it’s quite good, though I still think Robotech has held up better. Or even Star Blazers, for that matter. Desslock! Desslock! Desslock!

Halfway home

The book’s 50% submitted, and another vast chunk just needs re-write and massaging. As Steve Goldman put it, “Starting and finishing a book are great. Everything between is terrible.” I can’t wait to get this thing done.

Also, if I disappear and no one knows where I am, the publisher’s got me in a basement somewhere with an intern holding a gun to my head as I pound out the last chapters on a manual typewriter, the only thing that won’t short under the nervous sweat of an author under the gun. Don’t send help, they’re likely to be jittery.

The corruption of eBay

I got back from vacation and suddenly dropped a fat chunk of money on a bunch of used video games, which brings me to two points:
– old games need to have a smoother price curve. There are older games out there I’m interested in circling around and playing even though I’ve heard mixed things about them (like Wild Arms 3 — something where the story, or gameplay, or whatever is interesting but it’s flawed enough you don’t want to pay $50 for them). But the pricing for games seems to run $50.. 50.. 50… 50… $20, out of print. Trying to pick them up off Ebay is futile, they’re either selling for slightly less than retail or if it’s out of print, much, much more. I would happily pay $10 for those kind of games, or even rent them… crap, I totally should be renting through Gamefly or something. Anyway…
– Ebay is corrupt. It’s totally corrupt, and they must know this. And this is beyond “illegal stuff is on Ebay” or the many, many people selling diet pills of various flavors. Feedback, for instance, is faked out.

It’s almost addictive to find them. Find someone who looks fishy… for instance, someone selling computer software (claiming it’s legit) but the sale says “to save on shipping costs, we ship only the jewel case and CD…”

Then their feedback, which runs largely positive, contains weird stuff… many scattered comments from someone else, who appears to have bought stuff only from that guy, and from other people who also bought from the software guy, all leaving each other positive feedback.

Ebay must know this. I know there’s a huge number of users, and it’s impossible to keep track of everyone, but it’s not that hard to write some heuristic tools that go out and look for these pools and then send someone out to eyeball them.

Really — if you’re running a business selling something shady, what’s your motivation to do a lot of business with someone equally shady? Does your cell phone booster business really require regular infusions of questionable Photoshop software?

Potentially, this is one more thing that can bring Ebay down. If Amazon can integrate used fixed-price auctions into their business (with higher commissions but no listing costs), and Google’s keywords allow small resellers to target customers more efficently, that eats into the supplier side of Ebay, while trust and pricing can lead to erosion of the buyer base.

Ebay’s momentum was based in its scale: if you wanted to reach the most buyers, you sold there, and if you wanted to buy from the most sellers, you bought there. Their momentum has slowed, and if this continues… natch.

And in other news, I think I totally should have joined Gamefly a long time ago. Doh.

Quitting WoW

I cancelled my account today, barely escaping another month charged for not playing. Tron 2.0 might have cost me $50, but at least when I wasn’t playing it it didn’t charge me $14/month.

WoW’s a great game. It’s well-balanced, it’s fun to play (mostly), and I totally loved riding around on my kodo all over the place. For my first online RPG, I couldn’t imagine a better way to get into it.

Here’s the problem, though:
I don’t have time.

Oh, sure, WoW’s designed for the person without a lot of time. And it is, in a way: the rest meter does a lot to help keep things even. But at higher levels, all of the quests you can go on are elite or instances. When I quit, I had 18/20 elite/instance quests and the other two were actually elite/instance and not properly classified (go kill this one elite guy who spawns 90,000 normal guys of your level, should be a piece of cake).

This requires you to either be in a good guild, which I was before it merged, or find pickup groups, and pickup groups… hooooooooly mackeral, it really only takes one moron to make your life difficult, and then you’ve wasted a night.

But moreover, having friends/a good social network requires you to play a lot. I’m trying to finish a book project, I’ve got a challenging day job that requires me to work at work and then sometimes afterwards, and a wife I like spending time with.

One of the great things WoW does, though, and I talk about this every time I write about video games, is it gives a great sense of rising power as you go. At level 50, when I have to cross back through areas I remember were way hard before, they’re a cakewalk now. The instances are more interesting and challenging, and your tactics have to get way better (which, again, goes back to the grouping thing).

The other thing is that I’m really moving away from PC gaming. Despite having to buy a second X-Box recently (thank you, Microsoft), I’m at the point where my not-that-old computer can’t really handle what I want it to do for game performance (run 1600×1200 for my LCD and do it fast) without having me spend a huge chunk of money on it, and

  • I’m cheap in my old age and
  • As long as I’m spending money on random consumer items, I’d rather buy a nice TV or something

I suspect, of course, that when the next Call of Duty comes out, that’ll be it for my new-found resolve. Man, I liked that game.

Make your passwords long

Technology is useless without proper implementation. Pick long passwords. If you want to choose something that’s spelled phoenetically, that’s better than being complicated but short. One of the things that’s wrong with choosing “password” is not that it’s easy to guess, but that it’s only eight characters.

If a black hat is faced with trying to guess n passwords of length 5-10 digits, they can reasonably assume almost all of them are five. Unless the systems they’re attacking requires special characters, that’s 26 lowercase + 26 uppercars + 10 numbers = 62 possible characters/digit.

So let’s take a standard one-way hash algorithm (call it FOO-1). FOO turns any string into a 20-character hash, which is used to sign it, whatever.

To build a database of all possible values of FOO for five character passwords is not hard:

52^5 * 20 = under a gig of data, and a six-character store becomes almost as easy and a seven-character attack well within affordable storage solutions.

Piece of cake. Now a data attack that exposes the hashes becomes quite lucrative: given the hashed values, an attacker then has a good chance of finding the five/six/seven character string that produces that hashed value.

But if you’re a smart user, even weak hash algorithms like FOO protect you with sufficently long passwords. Say you decide to pick “password” for your password and then pad it out with zeros to the maximum allowed by any site (in this case, ten). At ten characters, there’s no way a black hat gets it:

52^10 * 20 = 2.89E + 18.

It’s untenable to store that much data (and okay, so at this point, you’re probably going to argue that FOO, with a 20-byte output, isn’t all that fun, but you get my point). The black hat’s going to pick off the many easy targets and leave the long-passworded guy alone.

Which, of course, raises another intersting dilemma: should ecommerce sites be required to get user passwords of at least n-length and meeting certain standards, in addition to using industry-standard algorithms? Or do users have the right to expose themselves to harm?

The dumb man’s version of a smart man

The Tulalip Casino’s running ads that claim that they’re the casino for smart people. I understand people make their living at poker, or even in handicapping horse races. But the games offered at your local casino — blackjack and a hundred variants, roulette — they’re particularly costly entertainment. Play long enough, and you will be left with nothing. Las Vegas wasn’t built on buffets. Smart people can gamble knowing the deal and yet still enjoy themselves. They may choose their casino based on which ones offer the best odds to minimize their losses, but if they’re doing it for entertainment, that’s only part of the trade-off.

The casino for smart people is like “the cigar of healthy chain smokers” or “the nine pound hamburger for your active lifestyle”. It almost immediately sets the audience up to say “What? No it isn’t.”

I don’t understand how these things get out in the world and in front of people. Did they really test well before survey groups or something? And if so, can I get the names of whoever was on that panel?