As Alex Rodriguez prepares to break the 600 home run mark, baseball fans everywhere are silent. Only Barry Bonds*, Sammy Sosa*, Ken Griffey Jr., Willie Mays, Babe Ruth, and all-time home run king Hank Aaron have reached the milestone, but no one is excited for the latest admitted cheat to join the club. Baseball hasn't figured out a way to separate clean numbers from the dirty, so immortal legends' records are being shattered by performance-enhanced monsters like A-Rod.
Pete Rose was thrown out of Baseball for betting on games, but he never did anything to give himself an unfair advantage DURING games! Why do we allow these dishonest players to keep playing? If they admit wrongdoing are we supposed to forgive and forget? The numbers won't let us forget! How should we compare the players of today with the greats of the game's past? Can't we just eliminate all of the stats from 1990-2009?
This season at the All-Star break, the league leader in HRs was Toronto's Miguel Bautista. He had 24: The lowest amount of bombs to lead the league at the break since 1993. The game is changing now that testing is more stringent, and the numbers are returning to normal. Small ball is back in style, and pitchers are dominating again. This is great news for baseball and its fans, but it is also proof that steroids are to blame for the inhuman level of output during those years. The greats have been cheated, literally. Asterisks aren't enough recompense.
We didn't know how to feel when Barry Bonds was clubbing his way to the top of the record books, but we won't get fooled again.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Everything That's Keeping Together is Falling Apart
Life is beautiful.
Everything works in harmony to create a perfect balance. There are worlds within worlds within the oceans of our bodies, and each piece fits to another, to create a bigger piece, until universes expand. One may feel impossibly overwhelmed by the scope of it all, but life has a solution: Every soul is shaped to fit perfectly with its mate. Destined hearts collide, and everything seems new again.
When you meet, love is the last thing on your mind, but right away you notice a special energy inside you. As time passes acquaintance becomes friend, and the energy between you grows. You start to wonder if this is ever going to pass...The sun seems brighter...Life seems like it can't get better, but it does. Everything about her, good and bad, amazes and completes the missing pieces inside you. Every imperfection is perfect.
As the two of you grow closer, you forget about every other part of life. You lose the urge to roam, and gain the desire to please. You can't believe how lucky you are, and you know that nothing will ever come between you and your queen, although you haven't shown her your hand yet, because the art of seduction takes perfect precision and patience.
Then you can wait no longer, and you finally open up and declare true love! You just know that you were meant to be together, and you swear that your only passion is making her happy forever. Life is beautiful.
You feel vulnerable (and a little bit scared), having spilled your long-held secret, but you know the person you love, and you mean what you say.
She is on board at first, but she thinks about it for a while and finally says, "Thank you, but no thanks." She certainly appreciates your company, she says, but she isn't on the same wave length, or page, or planet. Your brain hears this, but not your stubborn heart. It tells you how it feels every day. Every day.
What about the balance? The beauty? Destiny? You are alone among millions. Your heart refuses to let it go, and everyone you meet post-rejection seems drab and uninteresting. You are trapped alone among millions. The busy world goes on for everyone else, which only adds to your pain. You go through the motions as best you can, hoping that God will eventually show you a little mercy, but months and years slip by and the wound will not heal, and it's slowly destroying you from the inside...The sun seems annoying...Food is tasteless...Life is beautiful.
Everything works in harmony to create a perfect balance. There are worlds within worlds within the oceans of our bodies, and each piece fits to another, to create a bigger piece, until universes expand. One may feel impossibly overwhelmed by the scope of it all, but life has a solution: Every soul is shaped to fit perfectly with its mate. Destined hearts collide, and everything seems new again.
When you meet, love is the last thing on your mind, but right away you notice a special energy inside you. As time passes acquaintance becomes friend, and the energy between you grows. You start to wonder if this is ever going to pass...The sun seems brighter...Life seems like it can't get better, but it does. Everything about her, good and bad, amazes and completes the missing pieces inside you. Every imperfection is perfect.
As the two of you grow closer, you forget about every other part of life. You lose the urge to roam, and gain the desire to please. You can't believe how lucky you are, and you know that nothing will ever come between you and your queen, although you haven't shown her your hand yet, because the art of seduction takes perfect precision and patience.
Then you can wait no longer, and you finally open up and declare true love! You just know that you were meant to be together, and you swear that your only passion is making her happy forever. Life is beautiful.
You feel vulnerable (and a little bit scared), having spilled your long-held secret, but you know the person you love, and you mean what you say.
She is on board at first, but she thinks about it for a while and finally says, "Thank you, but no thanks." She certainly appreciates your company, she says, but she isn't on the same wave length, or page, or planet. Your brain hears this, but not your stubborn heart. It tells you how it feels every day. Every day.
What about the balance? The beauty? Destiny? You are alone among millions. Your heart refuses to let it go, and everyone you meet post-rejection seems drab and uninteresting. You are trapped alone among millions. The busy world goes on for everyone else, which only adds to your pain. You go through the motions as best you can, hoping that God will eventually show you a little mercy, but months and years slip by and the wound will not heal, and it's slowly destroying you from the inside...The sun seems annoying...Food is tasteless...Life is beautiful.
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