Grammar Blog: Week 9: You?


I’ve never considered the usage of you. Not you specifically, but the word “you.” I’ll be honest, I’ve considered Yu Darvish more than I’ve actually considered the word usage of “you.”

When I do think of “you,” I realize I’m thinking of myself. When I think to myself about myself, I say and think “you.” “You” doesn’t refer to a separate entity all the time. “I” has its substantial use within my inner thoughts as well, but I still use “you” to refer to myself at times. It’s usually in some particularly admonishing way, like “You can do better,” or if I want to encourage myself, I’d say “You fucking rock!”

I’ve also noticed “you” being used often in interviews. Sports interviews in particular.

Stanton, the interviewee, says “You’ve always got to be ready” at around 1:05. He’s obviously not telling the interviewer he has to be ready to hit a fastball, but Stanton himself has to be ready.

I couldn’t find much writing on the matter other than my own observations, so take my word for it, and the word of the Marlins’ Giancarlo Stanton, that you always have to prepare for a fastball.

But you or I cannot prepare to hit a fastball at all times, so I just opened up my bookmarks, and went straight for the wiki.

I can’t say it actually means anything really, but it’s just a usage of “you” I’ve always noticed. It mostly seems to happen in impromptu on-field interviews. It’s just something you have to prepare for, you know?

Wait, there’s more?

There’s more.

Before this class, I’m fairly certain I had never heard “yunz.” “Y’all” fo’ sho, but never “yunz.” “Yous” is something I’ve always considered to be a type of east coast slang based solely on a Kevin Smith video I saw.

So of course, I can’t find it anywhere. I guess DeNiro will have to step in.

I’ve just thought of both as weird variations of “you” that I would never use.

My god, Grammarly is screaming at me for even typing in “yunz.”

Maybe English don’t make sense.


Baseball Is Suppose to Hurt.


I take this shit way too seriously.


So seriously, I’m writing a blog post about it.

Well, not so much as writing, but finding the perfect quote to summarize my feelings.

I feel a combination of dread, disappointment, anger, and even a small bit of relief.

It’s over. The journey of the 2014 Dodgers season has ended and I got to see it from its inception to its bitter conclusion.

The story of a 94-68 season ends on a groundout to second, because really, how else could it end? It’s baseball.

The greatest pitcher on the planet couldn’t prevent…baseball.

He had the curve that anyone could admire, because certainly no was going to hit it, but… you know what I mean. But it was hit. It was hit so far that if one looked close enough, the dreams and hopes of all the LA Blue shattered on impact.

You know what? Probably didn’t need to see that closely at all.

If it sounds maudlin that’s because it is.

I found that quote, by the way. I hope you enjoy my reading of it.

[Baseball] breaks your heart. It is designed to break your heart. The game begins in the spring, when everything else begins again, and it blossoms in the summer, filling the afternoons and evenings, and then as soon as the chill rains come, it stops and leaves you to face the fall all alone. You count on it, rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops. – A.Bartlett Giamatti, Take Time For Paradise: Americans And Their Games.