“Professional baseball is played at the edge of biological time,” the Exploratorium says, “just within a human’s ability to react.” The pages then go on to demonstrate, not explain, how the pros cope with earning a living on the edge. Games allow you to learn whether you can hit a major league fastball, or how you might adjust your swing when a knuckleballer is relieved by a flame-thrower. Lots of Flash.

The beat writers here are a very big reason why New Yorkers are considered among the most knowledgeable fans. And their writing gives the impression that they’ve stepped off The New York Times’ pedestal and into the pub to impart their wisdom. Dig up Buster Olney’s article on Ichiro from last week and you’ll gain some knowledge about the budding superstar’s art that’ll make your next trip to the ballyard all the more enjoyable.

A bunch of sabermetricians (mathematicians who fill their noggin only with baseball data) forecast player performances and provide what just might be the ultimate in insider info for fantasy managers. Then again, only a moron who wears his plastic pocket protector to the stadium would actually convince himself he can predict how a ball is going to come off a players’ bat 650 times a year.

This is an article on Igor Skorsky using a wind tunnel to determine whether a curve actually “breaks” over the plate or merely produces an illusion that it is breaking.

Originally aimed at “expats” who, upon retirement, relocated from the U.S. Midwest to Florida and missed all those goodies from back home. Now Home Town Favorites ships all over the world. It sells hard-to-find candy (Abba-Zaba bars, Jujubes, Goobers, etc), cereals (Boo Berry, Count Chocula, Quisp, etc) and other addictive substances from The Home of the Fat. And if they don’t have the grocery item you’re looking for, ask and they’ll probably be able to order it for you. Their response time is within an hour.

Let’s throw this thing into reverse. Here’s a corner of the Web for Japanese living abroad in need of a Pocky fix, for Thais away from home suffering Red Bull withdrawals, for Mexicans who’ve relocated too far north and are dying for some Masa Harina. Pacific Island Market has a huge inventory of Asian and Mexican groceries — and low prices. But, boy, is their order form confusing.

Same concept, but it seems the U.S. isn’t the only country sending its unemployed to Japan to find work. At stuffumiss.com, a few Internet-
savvy Australians first thanked the Japanese gods for working holiday visas and the profession of English conversation coach, and then started selling eucalyptus derivatives or whatever to their homesick countrymen. Now they’ve got Malaysian groceries online, and products from New Zealand, Canada, India and Japan are on the way.

Amateur gourmets who are deeply disappointed every time they walk into a Japanese grocery store might find some solace at Maison Food, which carries the choice ingredients called for in a lot of baking recipes.