Preoccupied With Occupation
The wheel has turned, and in my own country I am seeing a movement for change. I don't live in Egypt. I wasn't in Berlin when people caused The Wall to crumble (though people might take note of the ideals that led to the Berlin Wall in the first place). I'm too young to have been involved in Stonewall, but with its heart in New York, and other gatherings across the country (with emotional support from other countries), there is a storm brewing.
I guess.
Well, there are things happening that are disrupting day to day living for some people, anyway.
The Occupy Wall Street movement has been going on for some time now, and after a few weeks (though some would say months - with even the small rumblings going back a couple of years) it seems to be gaining momentum.
I have been tracking this, but until last night, I kept asking myself and others what I thought was a very important question.
What exactly is this?
At first, it seemed very disparate, to say the least. I say pictures of people protesting. Sleep-ins at Liberty Square. People with signs ranging from "We Want A Democracy, Not A Corporatocracy," to those advocating animal rights, the obligatory analogy to Adolf Eichmann's "Just following orders" line, effectively slapping a Godwin on the movement before it got rolling. Oh, and let's not forget the free pizza, bagels, and occasional attractive person, because there's nothing more powerful than hooking up in the name of a social cause.
Really focused.
Then came the zombies.
This may have been an attempt to satirize the "suits" who are ravenous for the dollar at all costs - dead to the suffering around them. It may also have been an excuse to dress up and act like zombies.
It wasn't until last night that I read an "official" list of demands, which are as follows (my questions and comments are in italics):
Demand one: Restoration of the living wage. This demand can only be met by ending "Freetrade" by re-imposing trade tariffs on all imported goods entering the American market to level the playing field for domestic family farming and domestic manufacturing as most nations that are dumping cheap products onto the American market have radical wage and environmental regulation advantages. Another policy that must be instituted is raise the minimum wage to twenty dollars an hour. I'm all for taxing the heck out of other countries, and bringing production inside our borders - especially those countries that refuse our goods. I guess that would mean saying bye-bye to anime and things of that nature. So we're off to a good start about trade (which will come back to bite us by the end of this list) but now we want a higher minimum wage? I thought that in a competitive market, an employer pays what it thinks the employee is worth. If you're good at something, you get paid. If you don't find a suitable job-to-wage ratio at one place, you can look elsewhere - or you can learn a viable skill in a different field. If this is an epidemic, companies will raise the rate of pay. Adaptability and growth are not just for industry. They're for individuals, as well.
Demand two: Institute a universal single payer healthcare system. To do this all private insurers must be banned from the healthcare market as their only effect on the health of patients is to take money away from doctors, nurses and hospitals preventing them from doing their jobs and hand that money to wall st. investors. Again, a great ideal. But where does this money come from? The people who have studied to be doctors, nurses, etc. - are they now considered public sector workers? Would it be illegal for them to open up private practices? Are you ignoring that the government payout (state or federal) is so low for those physicians already enrolled in public health programs that THAT is one of the main reasons the cost of treatment is so high?
Demand three: Guaranteed living wage income regardless of employment. So if I don't work, I still get paid? Even the guy breaking his back for 17 hours a day? Suckers! Sign me up! This is no incentive to learn or excel at ANYTHING. See: Public sector jobs.
Demand four: Free college education. I think we should skip this and just give everyone degrees. If you're guaranteed a living wage and free healthcare, where is the need to compete? Or are you realizing that going to NYU for a degree in independent film studies saddled you with a lot of debt and no viable working skills? I mean, apart form working at Starbuck's, which is the PAYING equivalent of what you'd be doing on the set of a movie, anyway.
Demand five: Begin a fast track process to bring the fossil fuel economy to an end while at the same bringing the alternative energy economy up to energy demand. Agreed. You should note that these alternatives are mostly being cultivated in the private sector by people with money and good degrees. It's not cheap.
Demand six: One trillion dollars in infrastructure (Water, Sewer, Rail, Roads and Bridges and Electrical Grid) spending now. Where does this money come from? Cutting social spending? Military spending? Increasing taxes? Can you show me the breakdown of how you arrived at this number?
Demand seven: One trillion dollars in ecological restoration planting forests, reestablishing wetlands and the natural flow of river systems and decommissioning of all of America's nuclear power plants. Plant a freaking tree. Don't litter. Tear down the dams. Even if I stop being reactionary about this one, please look at my questions in the previous point. How is this supposed to happen and how does this money become available, exactly?
Demand eight: Racial and gender equal rights amendment.
Demand nine: Open borders migration. anyone can travel anywhere to work and live. You mean within this country, right? Or did you mean "immigration" instead of "migration?" Because the tariff thing in point one really goes against this, economically speaking, if you want a global village and to hell with restrictions on who comes into or out of our borders.
Demand ten: Bring American elections up to international standards of a paper ballot precinct counted and recounted in front of an independent and party observers system. I'm all for checking and auditing ballots before we declare someone a winner.
Demand eleven: Immediate across the board debt forgiveness for all. Debt forgiveness of sovereign debt, commercial loans, home mortgages, home equity loans, credit card debt, student loans and personal loans now! All debt must be stricken from the "Books." World Bank Loans to all Nations, Bank to Bank Debt and all Bonds and Margin Call Debt in the stock market including all Derivatives or Credit Default Swaps, all 65 trillion dollars of them must also be stricken from the "Books." And I don't mean debt that is in default, I mean all debt on the entire planet period. Is this just filler? Were you guys dressing up as zombies or checking out the new iPhone announcement while an 8th grader got in and typed this? What I'm reading here is that you want your bailout, too. You were too busy, too young, or too ethical to jump on the bandwagon that was taking out loans left and right while the banks fell down, leaving people with nothing to repay. If you're in dire straits, and you know you're going to be financially screwing yourself by taking out a loan, you get resourceful or find assistance elsewhere. Tangentially speaking, if you're feeling a personal financial strain or things look shaky, it might also not be the ideal time to think about having kids.
Demand twelve: Outlaw all credit reporting agencies. Why? I mean, I'm right with you that the metrics aren't entirely standardized, and one little mark can mean the difference between getting a loan for a home and having to pay for things with money you actually have on hand (see what I did there?). This point (most of them, actually) tells me that you want a "do over." You made bad decisions, and now you find yourself responsible for the very real consequences - be they out of naivety or just plain hubris and stupidity. You feel disgruntled that some rich and powerful people/companies/organizations got "help," and, because they can't be held to the same standard you are when the banks shake their heads at you, or you get fired from your job for trying to organize a union, that you want yours. Power and money are wonderful things, and one of the most horrible feelings is that of helplessness. But no one gives power away. Just like people find ways of holding onto their money, if they don't want to end up in helpless positions.
Demand thirteen: Allow all workers to sign a ballot at any time during a union organizing campaign or at any time that represents their yeah or nay to having a union represent them in collective bargaining or to form a union. You can do this! Workers(?) of the...um...country, unite! There actually is nothing preventing you from trying to organize the workers in your company. However, your employer is not obligated to accept your union, simply because you got together and demanded higher wages and a change in working conditions. Most likely, you will be fired. Oh, and don't get excited about the union members slated to join your cause. They're still getting paid during your demonstration, and a perfect example of the main flaw in unionization.
Now we'll move a couple of degrees and look at "We are the 99%." Go through the pages upon pages of people who have obscured their faces with notes about why they are scared or feel disenfranchised. (On a side note, obscuring your face with a complaint isn't showing me how committed you are to this. It's showing me that in the event of OWS falling through, you may actually have a chance to be hired by potential employers doing background searches. So at least there is some forethought involved.)
I'm certainly not a fan of Federal bailouts, and I loathe the Tea Party, but the longer you spend on this site, the more conservative (at least fiscally), you will find yourself becoming. I almost guarantee it, and it takes a LOT to garner that sort of reaction from me.
I see one or two anecdotal stories with legitimate complaints about failings in the healthcare system, and a few hard luck stories. The rest are people who have gotten degrees and can't find jobs in their chosen fields and have tons of debt. There is a complete lack in telling the public what these "highly specialized" degrees are. One was bold enough to claim that it was in Theatre Arts and another in Fine Arts - and I can tell you where the root of your problem is: Your flights of fancy over pragmatism.
There are others who are complaining about how they have put their debt on credit cards, and are now wondering how they are going to make ends meet for themselves and their babies (or babies to be). So the fiscal outlook seemed grim, and you decided to not only put your debt on a credit card, but also bring a child into the world? You've not only financially condemned yourself, but you've also pretty much stunted the kid's opportunities due to impractical planning.
Then there's this person:
Oh, and this one, who makes a great point that waving signs isn't going to get anything done - it's actual voting that changes policies (or at least lays the groundwork).
I am far from the 1%. My dream job was in journalism, and I got into that field right when every home was being populated by a personal computer. I was working toward a useless degree in a world where anyone with access to a computer could write an article and be a pundit. Oddly enough, there were (and still are) a number of jobs out there, and money to be had. If you're innovative, you can find niche employment without giving to the model you're protesting which you think screws over the little people. If you just wanted honest pay for honest labor, there's that as well - but it seems that it's been proven that American workers don't like actual work, and feel entitled to something - because you studied so hard for that communications degree so you could contribute something of value to society. And you wonder why employers outsource. (Remember this when Michael Moore is taking it upon himself to speak on your behalf. He is not the 99%, and his endeavors aren't essential to the day-to-day functioning of society. No artist's work is. It's nice, and sometimes fascinating, but it's not necessary nor is working as an artist an entitled right - it's a choice to be met with success or failure, like anything else.)
No job is permanent.
I wasn't guaranteed a job because I could spin words, nor was my college debt absolved. I took jobs dishwashing, bartending, writing reports for people too busy partying in college, and even took a job in a factory. I never joined a union. While I was learning about various aspects of the IT field, I was working retail, slinging books, clothing, and coffee to the people who actually had disposable income.
Luckily, I didn't have to sell my house, because the market's been too horrible in most places to buy one and throw money into it in the first place (it would've been a stupid fiscal decision on my part). I learned how to cook - not just restaurant cuisine, but so I could feed myself within my budget. I still do that, and it saves a TON of money. Self-reliance can be a very addicting and satisfying drug.
I don't have the latest gadgets. I'm not buying the newest cars. I'm not giving into the latest trends that will ultimately do nothing other than eat my wallet from the inside. If something confuses me or angers me, I tend to research it to find out the root of the problem, and what can be done.
I'm also not the 99% by any means, and that has as much to do with luck as it does adaptability and common sense (and not in a Thomas Paine sort of way, but a very common way). I don't buy the Mont Blanc when a simple pencil will do. I can wait when I have things shipped to my house, rather than blow more money for immediate satisfaction. Home-cooked meals taste better, and are cheaper than any prepared dish you'll ever have. All this, working jobs (as in multiple at once, instead of demanding some mythical permanent career with a union and benefits) I may not necessarily want, but ones that let me sleep at night, not worrying about the future, and I'm managing to save money.
I'm also human, and prone to mistakes - and many of them have been financial in nature. The easy thing would have been to refuse responsibility and possibly find someone else to blame. Better still, I could find a whole bunch of people with just enough pride to refuse ownership of failings and rally against some faceless organization who was only mildly involved in the decision-making process. That sort of wallowing and wasted energy wouldn't get me a job, wouldn't make me feel genuinely better, and wouldn't promote any change - either in myself or those around me.
As tedious and un-fun as it sounds, bureaucratic methods (except in egregious and immediate transgressions) are the way to accomplish things. Dressing up as zombies doesn't do it. Sleep-ins in Liberty Square don't do it. Drum circles don't do it. Yelling doesn't do it, no matter how loud and skewed you shout your watered-down version of John Locke's philosophy.
Investigation. Organization. Communication. Participation. This is how things get done. You guys are almost at the half-way mark in that chain, and if you're serious, I know you can do it.
Until then, you might want to focus on getting an actual message across to the people/organizations you're protesting, because if they can't figure out why you're angry, then you've lost a lot of ground and your finish line is even farther away than when you first started.
Jonathan Farr is a freelance contractor, writer, and all-around nerd. Please direct your comments, questions, rage, and angst to his inbox at jonathan.e.farr@gmail.com where he will be more than happy to respond when he's not working.
Giants In The Earth
It's the end of the world! The signs are everywhere! First there was the Internet, then the Holy Reclamation (via George Bush) in the Middle East, and now drought, earthquakes, and gay marriage! This can only mean that God (the one worshiped in the heartland of America - not the one represented in actual scripture) is obviously sending signs that our way of life has fallen so drastically that we have lost sight of our spiritual path.
It's rarely that I've waxed political on this blog, but it should be noted that skepticism isn't solely for rubber bigfoot suits frozen in ice, or planets mistaken for UFOs. You can apply skepticism to almost anything around you, and that includes public policies, legislation, and political platforms.
I recently moved to the humble state of Texas, where the governor goes golfing with God on weekends. He (the governor - don't let the "H" fool you) is thinking of making a bid for the White House on a premise of faith. In his own state, the land is suffering from drought, and is convinced that a day of prayer and fasting will help end these troubled times.
Let he who is without nitrates cast the first stone...
These prayer gatherings have gone on throughout the summer for everything from asking God for rain, asking God for a better economy, to getting rid of those heathen gays who are clearly to blame for our country's decline (but not for his efforts to educate people on the matter of heterosexual intercourse). Thus far, God seems to be in it for the free publicity, but has failed at actually answering these prayers.
(Note: the economy in Texas is booming, but I think that's mainly to jobs opening up in the tech industry more than it is because of prayer. I haven't seen many tent revivals at the Google, Apple, or Dell offices here.)
"Dogs and cats, living together..."
Today it was reported that an earthquake occurred and caused not only the Washington Monument to lean (expect Jay Leno to provide hilarious insight into that one), but damage to the National Cathedral, as well.
What does it all mean? Could God very well be trying to send a message about how angry He is with the corruption in Washington, the prurient lifestyles of the decadent masses, and the travesty of the Obama Presidency? "All God's chill'un got birth certificates."
Not to be a damp towel on this speculation, and possibly the upcoming specials on TBN, The 700 Club, or The History Channel, but the earthquake happened for very simple and scientific reasons. Not only that, it happened in Virginia. Further studying will also show that there with earthquakes in Ohio and upstate New York - both places where, shockingly, nothing was happening in the political or financial realms.
Earthquakes happen when pressure builds in plates beneath the Earth's surface - either due to movement along fault lines, or a buckling and expanding deep in the plate itself. Contrary to popular belief, earthquakes do not occur due to high concentrations of gay people, or even people who oppose Moses and his buddy, God.
Now as for Rick Perry, his bid for the White House is a long shot, but to prove that he is somewhat more grounded (or to prove that the people want to be fooled by outrageous claims), he might want to focus on why businesses are growing in his state and why there might be a scientific reason for the drought, rather than getting into a debate that, as the late comedian Richard Jeni put it, "to see who's got the better imaginary friend."
Or better still, while everyone's riding on the atonement wagon, why he once may have looked at scientific data and believed in numbers, as opposed to Numbers.
When Planets Become UFO’s – Now I Understand
A recent news item I came across last week (read it here), read to me like one of a thousand stories I've read, but never understood. How could a small point of light fool you into thinking it's an intelligently controlled spacecraft? The explanation seems so unbelievable to me, that I almost don't blame the Stanton Freidmans of the world, who criticize skeptics for trotting out such a lousy theory. Planets, usually Venus and/or Jupiter, seem so obvious to me, but judging by the statistics out there, Venus and Jupiter are indeed among the most misidentified planetary bodies.
Early on Monday morning, I was driving directly west at around 5:10 am. The sky was pretty black in front of me so I was able to make out a few stars. I came over a small hill and noticed a bright shining light to my left, seemingly moving in my direction. I kept my eye fixed on it, as it continued to move rapidly up and down while moving north in front of me. The apparent vertical acceleration was astounding, and as I drove through a slight left turn, the light quickly jerked in front me, appearing to be maybe a mile or so in front of me. Soon after the solution to what I was looking at became obvious, and I laughed.
I want to be clear here. At no point did I think I was viewing a spacecraft. I originally thought I was looking at some sort of airplane since I live relatively close to the Kansas City Airport. But as I noticed the change in direction and angle of my car, I noticed how much in sync the light and my car were. The slight up and down on the road made the light make quick up and down movements in the sky, far larger than I would expect. The mystery, if you call it that, was quickly solved, and as I said, I had a little chuckle when it all clicked. I now see how people could somewhat mistake a planet for a UFO, especially when driving. The movement of a point of light in the sky changes more dramatically than a car's movement, so if you don't noticed your car making certain motions, you might not make the link.
No great mystery solved here. No real investigation. Just a small observation of mine that made me understand how something so simple can look so different under the right circumstances. The point of light I was seeing? It was Jupiter.
The Hunt for the Elusive Giant Beaver
Bigfoot. Champy. Mothman. Apart from being the topics of myriad documentaries on television that only serve to reaffirm my faith in reading books, these creatures have yet to be caught or leave plausible proof of their existences.
One John Warms, of Canada, is such a person who has taken up the gauntlet to investigate the claims of people who have seen monsters and other unexplained creatures. The author and retired teacher has been traveling all over to listen to first, second, and third-hand accounts of everything from an underwater moose to sasquatch, as he compiles information for an upcoming book.
Living in Manitoba, he grew up with tales of giant serpents, huge frogs, and even bigfoot. But the one creature he hopes to find is the giant prehistoric beaver. Scientifically named Castoroides ohioensis and reaching lengths of about 9 feet, these beavers are believed to have been extinct for roughly 10,000 years. However, John believes these creatures to still be alive, and is avidly seeking proof that they still roam the wilds of Canada.

"I have encountered people in northern Manitoba and along the Alaska Highway who claim to have seen the bear-sized creature," John Warms said. "I saw one in southern Manitoba, swimming, and the head was about basketball size. They seldom come ashore; that is why we don't know about them."
I am a skeptic by nature, though I keep an open mind about these things. I always try to remind myself that we often do not see that which we aren't seeking. To say that giant beavers still roam the countryside implies that there is more than one, and that they are capable to reproducing. However, the fact that one one has caught one on camera, or a corpse hasn't washed ashore (or part of one, given the size), or evidence of their impact on the immediate surroundings of their habitat, leads me to believe that the chase for the wild giant beaver may end up being nothing more than a sasquatch chase. I am however willing to consider any evidence that Mr. Warms finds and brings to light.

If you would like to know more about John Warms and his various endeavors, you can read an interview he did in Utah when he was looking for evidence of a Loch Ness monster of sorts in Bear Lake, or you can visit his site, Creatures Seldom Seen.
The Legend of Bigfoot
The following link goes to Ivan Marx's infamous 1976 "documentary" about Bigfoot. It's so bad, it's a fun watch. You will be unable to tell the difference between recreated footage and "real" footage of Bigfoot, primarily because both showed Ivan's wife Peggy in some sort of gorilla suit. The famous "Cripple Foot" video is so bad I laughed out loud. Ivan Marx is known inside the Bigfoot community as a major hoaxer, and not coincidentally Marx was the mentor to the current best known hoaxer, Tom Biscardi. This movie offers not a shred of scientific evidence, but it's an thoroughly enjoyable watch, strictly for the camp factor.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H0uv-f4CXzM
Finally, real solid evidence of…
a hoax. Observe:
Ironically, while the perpetrator brags about recording in HD, it is the high quality of the video that makes it pretty clear it's a man in a suit with a terribly fake looking mask on.
The world awaits Tom Biscardi's news conference.
Baseball, Simply Baseball
This week Mark McGwire admitted publicly that he had indeed been a steroid user over the course of his career. I had always held out hope that he was clean, that his 1998 season was a legitimate accomplishment. I think McGwire is completely sincere in his belief that steroids didn't help his statistics by enhancing his ability, however, it can't be denied that by allowing him to stay on the field, steroids increased his counting stats. I think it is an open question on how much steroids help a baseball player improve upon performance. For all the times you hear Mark McGwire's name, how many times to hear Manny Alexander's? We don't have a good handle on how much they help because there have been no controlled studies. For all we know, steroid users simply spend more time training than non steriod users and hone their skills more. It is very clear to me that McGwire did indeed change his batting stance, his swing, and pitch selection. The Rookie of the Year version had a big looping swing and kind of leaned over the strike zone. The 1998 version had an open stance, two eyes on the pitch, with all his weight on the backfoot.
One reason I always rooted for McGwire is that I could relate to him as a ballplayer. Oh, by no means did I have his talent or skill, but what he did best, hit for distance and walk a lot, is all I was ever good at as well. We were both big clumsy first baseman (don't believe his Gold Glove) with almost no foot speed. I was not a good baseball player, however, but I always could hit for distance and for what few memories people have of me as a ballplayer, they always revolve around how far I could hit a baseball.
I became a ballplayer pretty much by accident. When I was eight a neighborhood kid told me he was going to join Little League, so I joined as well, even though I had never shown an interest before. I remember having a pretty good arm, but I was a very clumsy hitter. My brother had a nice natural left-handed stroke, while I had a big looping almost out of control swing that often caused my head to pull off the ball. One skill I did have early on though, was walking. It was highly underrated in Little League then, much like the Major Leagues as a matter of fact. But if one were to evaluate my performance now, I'd look better since I could get on base a lot.
I became a pitcher on a horrendously bad team my second year in Little League. I could strike out a lot of hitters, throwing slurves, curves, and sinkers, but I could be wild as well, because I was also a headcase. I'd lose focus, get into snits when my team would miss grounders or pop flies (which happened often). But, I had no choice to keep trying to get better. I'd throw every inning of every game I played in practically, god knows how many pitches I'd throw as a ten, eleven, and twelve year old. My last year I finally got my head together during my second game, and I was pretty good the rest of the way out. My hitting was better, but I never really developed into a real power hitter. Never could get my swing consistent enough to really hit home runs, but I'm pretty sure I could hit farther than most if not anyone else. Alas, I also hurt my back that year, and it meant that I couldn't do much in the last game of the season, and my All-Star appearance (if we had played any games) would have been limited.
That summer, after Little League, I joined some local youth summer camp type thing. I wanted to play on the softball team, but my back wouldn't allow it, so I just sat and watched. The next year I attempted to move up to the Babe Ruth league, which would be the first league where I played on a regular sized diamond. I misunderstood the tryout process, left early, and while I had just assumed I would make it, I in fact did not make it on my first try out. I thought I did ok at the time, but in retrospect, I probably looked like a big uncoordinated mess out there. I had grown nearly 6 inches in the previous school year and by the time try outs came around, I was just about six feet tall, but extremely uncoordinated. It was extremely disappointing to not have made it, and I considered strongly quitting. I had started to really get into computers and thought maybe I should dedicate myself to that. In the end, I decided to join the "practice squad" so to speak, and eventually someone left the team, and I was a full member of the team.
I'd have to say my Babe Ruth years were very disappointing. My first year I didn't play much, not showing I could hit, and not sure I even had a position at the time. I did pitch well in one game, but lousy in the next, and I don't think I had the makeup to really be a closer. Our team did win the championship, but I didn't have much of a connection to it, since I hardly played. That summer I returned to the youth summer group determined to play on the softball team and hit home runs. For about a month before the season started, I did nothing but swing a water logged wooden bat. My forearms got almost as big as my biceps, and I felt like I could really do some damage. The first swing I took in a game I hit a home run to dead center field. It felt so ridiculous easy, the swing was so natural.
I had an open stance now, with my feet wide apart. The bat was held about 6 inches from my right ear, so that if I took a quick glance back, I could just see my hands. Bat straight up, with my left pinky wrapped around the knob. I later learned that's how Mickey Mantle also held the bat. For me, it's just natural. I ended up setting a new record for homeruns in that youth camp thingie. I think I doubled the previous record. If it was 12, I hit 24 for example. I have no idea how long it stood or if whoever broke it was as young as I was at the time, but for a time, I had smashed the previous record. I remember the first home run I hit, and another shot I hit, that while I was able to run home before someone could get the ball back to the infield, I only received a ground rule double because it rolled into some weeds, god knows how far away. As I trotted back to second, the umpire just shook his head, I assumed because he didn't believe I had hit it so far. Like many home runs I hit over the years, I never saw it land.
My next year in Babe Ruth was a little better, but still without a consistent position, and still not hitting well, I played only a bit. I only got one hit. I might have walked a lot though, so maybe I did better than I remember. My last year I played every inning of every game we played. I think I did okay at first base, but then was moved to third base because of another player's injury. Let me tell you, I played an awful third base. It was terrible, and I became a head case again over it, and it made me play worse. My one highlight was a long home run I hit to break up a pitcher's no-hitter. I never saw it land so I have to trust other people who told me where it landed. I remember rounding second base and they were still chasing it, I remember nearly tripping coming around third, and getting to home to a crowd of my teammates congratulating me. Everyone on the opposing team complimented me except for the pitcher and his dad. A few years later I was told that they were both extremely pissed that I broke up the no hitter. I found out that my home run came up as a topic of conversation recently, which is nice to hear. Still wish I had seen it land though.
I still considered myself a pitcher all those years in Babe Ruth, but lack of practice, weight gain, and I suspect a change in my frame as I hit puberty, left my arm and shoulder feeling lifeless. Something changed and I never felt the same fluidity and power out of my arm that I felt before puberty. All my speed and movement left me, and I was left with not much. Perhaps if I had been more serious about it, I could have worked my way back, but computers really started to take over a lot of my time, and it wasn't like I was going to be a major league baseball player. When I walked off the field of the last game of the season, I thought to myself I was "retiring" from playing competitive baseball, that I would remain a fan of it, but my interests laid in the statistical arena of baseball.
I did try out my senior year in high school for the baseball team, after a year off. I was out of shape, but my swing did start to come back I thought. However, I didn't like the way the baseball coach coached, and while I would have made the team, actually gotten some decent playing time as a DH perhaps, I quit because I wasn't having fun, and if I wasn't having fun with it, there was no point to me playing. I don't regret it for a second. I went on to go to college for computer science as planned, and what distracted me from baseball ended up being my career.
I'm still a baseball fan to this day. I'm a big sabremetrics guy too, which combines my love of math and baseball into a powerful analytical way of looking at baseball players. It's why I know Bert Blyleven should be in the Hall of Fame, and not Andre Dawson. It's why Dwight Evans was a better ballplayer than Jim Rice, even though he won't get even a sniff of the Hall of Fame. I'll always be a fan of baseball, and it's why hearing about Mark McGwire was such a downer. As a fan you want to believe that the players you love watching are as above board as possible. I don't know if we'll ever know for sure if Mac could have broken Maris's record without steroids, but I do know I can't look at 70 (or 73 for that matter) as a valid number. There will always be some taint to it. I look forward to the next player who comes close, the next great power hitter that challenges Maris again, even if that would only place him seventh on the single season record. I can't wait to see who breaks 755 without the aid, as far as we know, of PED's.
My memories of a baseball player, while most are memories of not succeeding, still are very important reasons that I follow baseball today. Even if I wasn't particularly good at it, I understand how great a game it was, is, and will be. As soon as I'm done writing this, I will be turning on Sirius XM's MLB Homeplace channel to get my fill of the hot stove league. It's such a great sport that even my memories of failing at it, are good memories to have.
P.S. A few years ago, almost ten years after I last played any sort of organized baseball or softball, I played for my companies team for a few games one season. In my first game back after many years, I hit a home run out of the field and got to do the trot around the bases again. Head down, quick pace, with a little stutter step around the base to make sure I hit it. This time, perhaps for the last time, I got to see where it landed.
The Less Than Credulous Podcast – Episode 4
Shane & Jonathan once again take a skeptical eye towards the science and paranormal news of the week!
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The Less Than Credulous Podcast – Episode 3
Shane & Jonathan once again take a skeptical eye towards the science and paranormal news of the week!
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