6.10.2010

I Don't Feel Well

"Are you ok, son?"

Bright light filters through your closed eyelids.

"Can you hear me?"
You open one eye cautiously and are reminded that you have a searing headache. "I can hear you. Where am I?", You ask.

"Don't you remember? This is the team bus. You had a very casual attitude about how hot that evil pepper was. I bet it will be a long time before you do that again"

You stare at the older gentleman in front of you, trying to decide why he seems familiar. "Why are we here again?"

"Why?!"

You are not feeling well.

"You're on the team!"

No, you are not feeling well at all.

"Snap out of it, you're...", he pleads, but darkness swallows you.

You are standing in an open field. A finely groomed playing surface extends as far as the eye can see in every direction. You arbitrarily choose to walk north. You are mesmerized by what seems like miles of pristine lawn passing beneath your feet. Eventually, you come before a man crouched behind home plate. He slowly stands and removes his mask.

"Roy Campanella!"

“In flesh and blood and bone and joint,
I greet you well, but here's the point.
If you your wandering soul would tame
First hear me out then speak your name.
My sigil tens and ones provide
Then trophies for the rivals’ side
The clipper's hallowed sequence next
Then digits worn by one who's vexed
By queen of flushing's bitter cup
Last count those Loney tallied up
One fateful day in Denver-town.”
Before you can react, Campy resumes his watch behind the plate, leaving you troubled.

"Well, if there's a Catcher, there must be a Pitcher" You shrug as you turn to the west, hoping that what you find will be less confusing than this little encounter.

Again, time passes without measure. The setting sun is casting long shadows across your cleats. You stare into the bright sun, but you can't make out who or what might be before you. Suddenly, you find yourself standing on a pitchers mound, along with not one pitcher, but two!

"Hey, you're Jeff Weaver and Chad Billingsley! I know you guys!" They begin to speak in perfect unison.
"It counts for naught that us you knew
If you cannot remember YOU!
The catcher's riddle struck you dumb?
For us, you now must take our sum.
Ducal XBH in blue,
Then games we trailed but soon recouped
In one score hundred year and four.
Just one last clue, now count the score
The nine and fifty innings straight
The bulldog threw in eighty-eight.
The name you find will be your own."
"I confess there is a creepiness factor here that I wasn't expecting." you say, slowly backing off the mound. You trip on a rosin bag, and suddenly you are falling. You brace yourself for impact, but it doesn't come...



You open your eyes to find you are still lying in the team bus. Joe Torre is standing over you, looking concerned.

"You blacked out on me . Do you even know who you are?"

You ponder his question for a moment, but you suddenly realize what your subconscious was telling you. "Of course I do! I'm..."


The answer to the puzzle is a Dodger. Comment freely in the thread, but if you have the solution, please don't give it away to everyone in the comments section. Instead, do the following:

  • email me with the first and last name of the Dodger who is the answer, along with your reasoning (answers arrived at via luck or the wrong reasoning, even if correct, count for participation credit only). Please include your screen name somewhere in the email.
  • Post a comment simply saying you have emailed your solution attempt. I may not be able to reply to your original email promptly, so please be patient and check back on the comment thread for the latest news; I may confirm correct answers there.

You have until 11pm PT tonight to submit your answer. Solution will be posted tomorrow. Good luck!

40 comments:

Loney Fan said...

Loney Fan! Loney Fan! Woohoo, I know my name! First to solve it!

karina said...

I sent an answer.

Mr. LA Sports Fan said...

I don't have enough V energy to figure this out.

Mr. Customer said...

Sorry Karina.

Josh S. said...

Hmmmm...

I think I have the second riddle worked out. Not that it tells me anything useful.

J. Steve said...

I think I have parts of riddles worked out, but I don't even know how many parts are in each riddle!

Mr. Customer said...

@J Steve

You should have 2 separate results for the riddles.

1 for Campanella and 1 for Chad and Jeff.

You'll need to use the internet to turn those results into your answer.

Josh S. said...

Seriously stuck on the sigil and queen of flushing clues.

And rivals' trophies: Franchise history or current city?

Mr. Customer said...

Ah. Current city, Josh.

Josh S. said...

I'm going to email you a progress check, if that's OK.

Mr. Customer said...

@josh, et al

I'll confirm if your progress is correct if you'd like.

Josh S. said...

Progress sent.

Josh S. said...

Going to lunch. I expect to have been beaten to the punch when I get back.

Mr. Customer said...

Hint posted to the main text

Josh S. said...

Creeping ever closer, bust still missing a lot.

J. Steve said...

I feel like I'm close enough to taste it...

Mr. Customer said...

None of the progress updates so far have solved "vexed/cup" yet.

Interesting, as I believe that is the most current event referenced.

Eric Karros said...

Hey Mr C - unable to take a stab at the puzzle in part because I don't like peppers...but just wanted to check in.

Jason said...

Progress sent.

J. Steve said...

I sent in an answer... I am pretty sure it's correct, but I don't have all of the puzzle solved (namely, the vexed/cup part).

Mr. Customer said...

J. Steve comes correct at 1:36!

1. J. Steve

Loney Fan said...

I don't feel well.

Josh S. said...

I continue to be vexed by the vexed clue.

Mr. Customer said...

Hint 3


"vexed" concerns a former Dodger who is still an active player.

Mr. Customer said...

@ek

What, afraid you'll get your arse burned?

Jason said...

Answer attempt sent.

Mr. Customer said...

Jason,

Not quite, but within striking distance.

Loney Fan said...

I quit, thanks for the responses Mr. Customer.

Josh S. said...

Answer sent.

Mr. Customer said...

Josh in at 4:21, Jason at 4:22.

1. J. Steve
2. Josh S.
3. Jason

Josh S. said...

Those submission times are pretty hilarious, considering SoSG March Madness.

Mr. Customer said...

@Josh

I wonder how many seconds apart...

Jason said...

Josh's revenge. Though I can't calculate the time difference this time.

Mr. Customer said...

Jason,

No seconds readout for gmail. The world may never know.

Josh S. said...

Three licks!

rbnlaw TIME! said...

I wish I could figure out the missing part that seems to be eluding me, but I just can't seem to find it, nor can I locate anything that would help me come close to solving this at this time.

Shit.

Mr. Customer said...

RB,

You're right there, man.

Josh S. said...

Man, I spent so much time on this today, I wasn't able to troll the Smonkstakes thread.

rbnlaw TIME! said...

Answer sent!

Mr. Customer said...

Rbnlaw clocks in. The J cabal has company

1. J. Steve
2. Josh S.
3. Jason
4. Rbnlaw TIME! (respect, #27)