Wednesday, August 8, 2007

Barry Freakin Bonds

Though there have been no convictions, I dislike Barry Bonds.
If you had a career like his pre-steroid issue, why even consider putting yourself in hot water? Based upon his physical change, one can only imagine what he was on. Look at Mark McGuire. When he started in the majors, he was more lengthy than stout. Ask any weight lifter and they will tell you it is not easy to obtain 26inch forearms without something helping them out. Same with Barry. He physically showed change. Look at Curt Schilling, for example. A strong proponent against substance abuse. Here's a guy that you can tell he is getting older and less defined, but still performs. Why is it that Barry couldn't have followed suit. Not to say that Aaron or Ruth didn't take anything, but the scandal surrounding the situation and the fact that he is an ass to fans and media, makes me dislike the fact that a guy like this broke these records.
But this begs the question about Big Mac. Why was it that there was no scandal around his physical change? Simply put, he and Sammy were good for baseball. Big Mac actually cared about St. Louis and the game. This isn't to say that Barry doesn't care for Baseball and San Fran, but Mcguire was actually pleasant to the fans.

However, how do we deal with the fact that these players were on some sort of substance? It is just dissappointing. Play as you were made and if that's not possible, go into a different profession.

I don't cheat on tests. Don't cheat baseball.

Monday, August 6, 2007

Jovial

So the majority of my day, currently, is spent in a typical cubical style office. I enjoy the random conversations people have that I get to overhear. More exciting, however, is the quiet conversation that you can't hear. It's the one all the way across the office where it's the low muffel barely audible over the air conditioner fan.

Then, from no where, it happens. The random, yet pronounced, deep, gutteral eruption of laughter. The kind of laughter that disrupts the office rythem. The kind, in my case, that I start laughing at. I'm not sure why. Maybe it is the total disregard for any one else with the desire to just let it out.

It's the guy at the movie theater that laughs at a kind-of funny part in a movie where no one else laughs. It's the guy in isle 3 when you're in isle 25. It's the guy half way across the food court laughing over top the busyiness.