It's an excellent film, full of interesting folks, not the least of which are a bunch of bat and trap players from an English pub who correctly noted that "in America you go out to a bar on Friday night and get drunk. In England we go out to a pub on Friday night and get drunk in front of our families." I think I'd like living in England.
The film itself underscores how baseball was never really invented. Rather, it simply evolved, as did any other number of bat and ball games, from some primordial common ancestor, probably in England. The climax of the movie is the discovery of the oldest known original manuscript containing the word "base ball" anywhere in the world. It's from the mid-18th century personal journal of an English nobleman named William Bray, who noted that he was leaving one afternoon to go see some of his friends play this curious game. Does that name seem familiar to you? If you read ShysterBall much it should, because it's shared by Billy Bray, relief pitcher for the Cincinnati Reds, and component part to the Nats-Reds trade I can't seem to stop going on about.
Fun fact #1: Billy Bray is a descendant of old William Bray. Fun fact #2: Billy Bray was in the audience for the film's premiere, sitting a couple of rows in front of me. After the movie was over I went up and talked to him for a minute. No formal interview because I wasn't prepared and didnt' have anything to write with, but I did mention to him that, Daryl Thompson getting rocked last night notwithstanding, I thought the Reds got the best of that trade. He was polite, but looked at me like I was some kind of harmless weirdo. He was probably right to do so.
Today's plan: more research presentations (I've already hit a couple) and the Reds-Indians game tonight, this time with much better tickets.