Good Day for Baseball

The boys had a good day at practice.  Bryan got some time on the mound today and did great and Jake learned how to push himself just a bit harder and the results were amazing.  Walking away from it all, I hope they understand they have a gift and that their Dad does know a thing or two about the game.

Mental Utopia

Sitting on the bus reading my Ethics text when the thought occurs to me, there must be a method to this Ethics Windbag after all.  Except I have the feel that he's either a babysitter or the real prof's stand-in.  If he would lecture concerning the reading material, I honestly would be intellectually aroused.  The book really blows my socks off.  Today I got to read about the difference between the Law of Nature and Divine Law of Nature.  Both are polar opposites in my opinion, with the latter always claiming to be the truth, the way and true end-all.  Nature of Law states all things exist on this planet for a reason.  Rain is for plants, plants are for animals, animals for men.......circle of life type stuff.  Divine Law touches upon the same topics, but says that God made it that way.  Looking at it subjectively, it doesn't make a bit of sense.  More so when looking at it from a moral point of view, why do we have morals and by what moral system do we abide by?.......and where did that system originate from?  Perhaps beginning of mankind or based on spiritual beliefs.  The Divine Law couldn't be further from the truth.  If the circle of life mumbo jumbo was in play before God made his presence known, why take claim to its original existence?  Was he sitting behind the scenes and watching everything play out like a movie?.....who the heck knows.  Furthermore, perhaps that was already in mind way back in the day, especially when they derived our system of time, BC or AD.  That in of itself is just a point of reference, similar in the astronomical world where the solar system could be looked at from an earth-centered point of view or a sun-centered point of view.  Why pick the time of Christ as a reference point?  Why not compare it to a person in ancient times dropping his morning glory in the sand with the world then appointing the reference point as before-squat or after-squat.  Seriously, it don't mean diddly squat.  Now we're back to square one where you can only be on one side of the fence.  Enter an old Point Loma prof I had that claimed to be a devout Christian that was a strong believer of the Big Bang Theory.  Seriously?  Perhaps this guy's Bible was missing the Book of Genesis.  Sounds to me like he was a "Make Love Not War" kind of guy that would drop the A-bomb at the same time.  Makes the blood boil I tell you.  Thought instantly re-enters my head of the ding dong saying no Sunday baseball.  Hypocrites, hypocrites, hypocrites.........isn't your deity the one that gave my boys the baseball talent to begin with?....and you're saying they can't use that talent on a certain day of the week.  You say to give thanks?  Trust me bucko, this family is thankful every day of the week, and twice on Sunday................HA....................because they play double-headers.  I think the point is driven home.  You really want to see how I truly pick apart situations and trains of thought?  Words sometimes don't do it justice.  A scene from Good Will Hunting is a pretty scary similarity.

Gretchen - I'm Not Worthy

Periodically I like to watch some music videos on the laptop and get completely spaced out.  Perhaps get a little "Into the Void", so speaketh Ace Frehley.   I'll put some on here from time to time.  This one just screamed, POST ME.  I love me some Heart and what would the world be like without Ann & Nancy Wilson? This video has got to be the best mix of country and hard rock I have ever seen and heard.  Who better than Gretchen Wilson & Alice in Chains. I literally had an OMG-WTF moment when I first saw it, felt like a 747 flying right over my head.  Gretchen sings it almost better than the original, and then Nancy comes out later to join in.................forgetaboutit.  Enjoy!!!!!!  (may take a little while to load, WAIT FOR IT, its worth it)

My Ode to Jobu

Psycho Circus

That's right compadres, today has been a circus and psycho is putting it lightly.  Day started off OK I guess but I really felt a pick-me-up was needed because I was truly groggy.  I can't lie, I metaphorically felt like throwing on the robe and flip-flops and sprinting down the driveway to get the morning's paper, praying.....and hoping.......there would be some fresh Nanu tirade.  No such luck, but I wait patiently, with the popcorn on standby.  Word to the wise.........Good things come to those who wait.  I then jump on the bus to SOU hoping I get to learn something from the Ethics Windbag, but no such luck today.............THANK GOD.................I get a few texts on the way out to Ashland telling me that the dentist office majorly messed up with my dear Bryan's dental treatment......and the wife wasn't happy.  Word to the wise.....don't mess with this woman's kids......she WILL cut a bitch.  So, to help Bryan and to prevent my wife from committing Murder 1, I got off the bus by Valley View Rd, near Jackson Well Springs on 99.  Holy shiite muslims, I felt like I was in a psychedelic trance with Purple Haze playing the background.  To see a buttload of roadie trucks for bands to hit the Woodstock stage honestly wouldn't of surprised me.  But hey, to each their own right?............so.............I cross the street to hit the bus home.  I stand there for a few and start hearing some voices out of the bushes.  I pull a quick double-take to make sure the voices aren't coming from my head.....which they weren't.  Still in the haze, I joke to myself thinking that its actually Jimi, Lizard King and Mama Cass having a half-baked pow-wow in the bush.  Perhaps Elvis is still in the building?  Bus pulls up and I take my seat being very thankful that I'm headed home...........back to 2012.

So, after calls being made and asses being chewed, my dear Bryan got the treatment he needed and the wife stayed out of jail..................damn it.

Insomnia Diary

Here I go again, another night of where the body is dead tired and the mind not wanting to follow suit.  Perhaps its meant to be.  Things do happen for a reason don't they?  Truth be told, some of the best thought and ideas I've had to date do happen during my insomnia marathons.  Although I have class in the morning, so the sleepy meds better kick in pretty quick.  Speaking of class in the morning, Good Morning Ethics.  I swear if the Prof loses me again the first five minutes, I'm going to pull a Spicoli and have a pizza delivered to class.  I'm not pulling any punches here, I personally hold the Prof accountable.  His job is to teach, mine is to learn from his teaching.  If you instead choose to go off on a 45 minute tangent unrelated to the subject matter, then I feel every right to order a damn pizza.  Heck, might as well enjoy myself to supplement the incurred boredom.  Don't get me wrong here, I give 110% at school.  But if you're gonna stand up and be a windbag, then I'll consider you a waste of space and a complete waste of my time.  Come on, at least tease the intellect a bit.

Another sick twist on this, perhaps its my mind that's being high-maintenance.  Metaphorically speaking, my mind is like having a girlfriend that needs, needs, and then needs some more.  My mind constantly needs attention and needs to be kept busy, it never shuts down.  I seriously tease a meltdown if I don't have a laptop and internet connection when I'm not at the ballpark or spending time with my family.  Slug it a lack of intellectual satisfaction.

Baseball...baseball....baseball  Broken record and I dare not lift the needle, why, because its baseball.....duh.....big red truck.  I swear when it comes to baseball, I'm either "old school" or just an old soul.  Baseball at the Little League level has changed immensely.  Now that my playing days are done, I see the game in a different way.  I see it as a classroom in which a multitude of life's lessons can be learned from it.  I'm very proud to say that I feel I'm more than qualified in being a teacher in that classroom.  I love to Coach, to me its everything.  I Coach because my kids play, but I teach and treat all the players the same.  I don't put "Johnny" above the rest of the team and I certainly don't put my kid on a pedestal and pick his supporting cast.  Its truly awful to see that in Little League.  Then I think to myself, why do I scare people?  Why are people afraid of me?  I'm not there at the ballpark with an agenda and I'm certainly not one to shake establishments.  In the purest form of the phrase, I simply want to Coach.  If you don't like it, then that's fine.  I have no problem passing on my knowledge to my own kids and giving them a better opportunity in which to succeed.  Call me selfish, I really don't care.  Think about it though, you're a hypocrite to think that I'm being selfish by saying that since its those who don't allow me to coach that are truly the ones giving me the forum to better my own kids.  Now I feel like I'm in Rodney Dangerfield's shoes and not getting any respect.  Slug it being an untapped resource.  Do I feel the role should be given to me because I'm Steve Acree?......no.  Do I feel the red carper should be laid out for me?...........no  Do I feel the role should just be handed to me?...........absolutely not.  It does though make me wonder why you have those out there who don't know the game and are there for all the wrong reasons, yet they're qualified to call the shots?

This must be Russian baseball, because it sure doesn't look American
-Coach G

To not allow me to coach is like Mick Jagger telling Keith Richards that he doesn't want to write songs with him anymore.  I know the game and that's all that matters.  There is only one judge and one jury that matters to me when it comes to coaching, and that's my Dad.  He's coached on the biggest stage in Little League.....the Big League World Series.  He's MY judge and MY jury.

It's very bad to steal Jobu's rum.......its very bad.
-Pedro Cerrano, Major League

Are you saying Jesus Christ can't hit a curveball?
-Harris, Major League

Oh No You Didn't

As much as I enjoy blogging so far, I must admit that I love reading my sister's blogs also.  Low and behold upon reading do I discover that somebody has pissed off the Great Nanu, with a Blood is Thicker than Water twist.  I love my sister to death, but to watch/listen/read her go off is like being a kid in a candy store.  To the victim, "You're done, you're toast, you will be yesterday's news".  You see, of the endless list of great qualities she has that I truly admire, she also has a gift for putting people in their place.  Many will try to match and they will all fail in comparison.  As for me, I just sit back, munch the popcorn and enjoy the show.  I s**t you not, its like having a ringside seat to watch Picasso paint another masterpiece.  Truly a work of art.  So, to the person on the receiving end, Mr T comes to mind.

I pity the fool!!!!!