Quite well, episode 18
Joe Sprinz, a leagues receiver under 37, is no stranger to this lack of progression.
Today is August 3, 1939, and Joe is occupying a baseball diamond. He has 16 seasons in what will finally be a 23 -season race as a professional baseball player.
In the end, it will appear in 2,224 games. 2,223 or those are minor leagues games, only 21 or they are major league games. He never broke because, although he is a great teammate and an excellent defensive receiver, he simply cannot hit so well. Joe, therefore, is a lifeguard of minor leagues.
Is this a meaningless career? Well, not for us. Surely not for him, right? He made a living playing baseball; That is the dream. But if you asked our ancestors about this arrangement, they could be more than a bit annoying.
We have spent somewhere around 200,000 years as anatomical modern human beings. We have spent the last hundred of those years in the era of industrialization and the last 12,000 or so in an era of agriculture that real has allowed us to sit and stay well and think about strange and stupid things to do. But through the previous 90% of this cosmic trip, we had little or no energy that we could waste in screwing for their own good.
For almost each of us, each significant company was in direct service of our continuous survival. Imagine trying to explain Joe Sprinz’s life to our ancestors. He is not hunting, gathering, cooking, preparing clothes or building shelter. He is only carrying out any religious child or ritual who can cure God’s favor.
Instead, catch a small ball and run in a square. He does this all day. The rest of us give all the food, clothes and shelter he needs in exchange for him to do this all day.
What would we do the ancestors distant from that? Their limitations were relentless and absolute. Almost all 200,000 years passed looking at the seas that bury the earth and divided our world separately, unable to alter them, looking at the sky, categorical unable to reach it, wandering over the earth too worried to Ito, everything that migrates.
Joe, standing just on the other side of this line, is in a new world in which we can do all these things. Thanks to the richness of technological advances at our disposal, we can occupy the sky, remodel the waters and enjoy the earth. And as we will see today, the thesis companies of taking the most useless ways.
On this day of 1939, Joe has a very unimportant job to do. His work is to catch a baseball.
A couple of thousands of people are speaking from the stands, but he is standing in this field alone. He hits his glove when his eyes track the number one baseball.
This baseball is crossing the air to approximately 145 miles per hour. If you believe in the mathematicians of the University of California, that would be approximately 40 miles per hour faster than any human being that has thrown one and about 20 miles per hour faster than any registered baton. Needless to say that this ball was Neith hit or thrown. It soon clarifies Joe that he is well reaching and will not be able to hook him. Maybe that’s good. The ball is forced to ITELF in the stands. Fortunately, this part of the stands is empty.
“Jesus,” sacrifices a teammate without help.
These players have hit, thrown and trapped innumerable baseball balls in their lives and have never seen such a baseball fly. They approach more and Joe is terrified. Suddenly, it makes a lot of sense that he is alone.
This new and increasingly useless world could take a little time to get used.
