Saturday, April 12, 2008

Achievement and Dignity Go Hand-In-Hand: Two Reasons Why I Now Care About the Barry Bonds Debacle

(I wrote this a year ago when Bonds was getting close to Hank Aaron's record. I wanted to include it here as well.)

Baseball is about 85% commercialism/circus/greed (which is crazy because I've always thought of myself as 85% cynic....huh). And out of that 85%, Barry Bonds is responsible for about 90% of the fiasco (give or take a few points one way or the other – it’s not exactly a science). He personifies what is wrong with Major League Baseball (And I really know this is how I must feel because, and this may be my ego, this is such a popular opinion that I've fought agreeing with it for along time).

Trust me on this one. Do not try to hug Barry Bonds. I’m just saying because in some of his pictures, he almost looks huggable. Just trust me.

The days of the kids looking through the knot-holes are over. I feel like I’ve known that for awhile. So I’ve not cared about Barry Bonds. I figured that steroids only made you stronger. I didn’t see how they could help you connect a round bat with a round ball that has been hurled and spun by a highly trained professional who is paid to make it that much more difficult to hit. As if it wasn’t already hard enough, I’d murmur back to the TV. As if steroids can unfairly aide this unique skill of Barry’s.

Unfair amounts of power aside, Barry Bonds can consistently connect the round bat with the round ball. Go ahead…do a Matrix/stop-action movie clip in your head of a ball making contact with a bat. There is not much surface area. The game seems like a fluke. When I think about it this way, how can anybody do anything but foul?

But Barry can hit the ball solidly. And he can do it consistently. That is why he’s less than a season away from breaking Hank Aaron’s all-time Home Run record (755 lifetime).

And I’ve not cared. I've figured that steroids can help you look like a blowfish, but they can’t help you maximize the thin surface area shared by balls and bats. That’s just a gift, and Barry’s got it. Stop whining.

But today, reading the paper, I decided (maybe forcibly compelled) to cast my ballot. I wish it was someone else. Not Barry Bonds. He has cheated. It matters. He is a jerk. That matters too. And though I still cynically know that the kids aren’t looking through the knot-holes out in right field, it makes me really wish they were.

I’ve got two reasons that pushed me to express my remorse over Barry’s rise to the top of a very significant list in baseball history.

#1 – THE UNFAIR ADVANTAGE IN HUMAN GROWTH HORMONE
No, steroids do not help increase the surface area of the contact point of a ball and a bat. But in taking steroids, Barry recovers quicker (and I owe Mike L. Morgensen for this insight). His muscles don’t ache. They repair themselves overnight. He is available to play more games per season, giving him more opportunities to break the record. As he gets older, (Barry is 42) the days off in-between games should increase. The days off increased for Willie Mays (660 lifetime), Babe Ruth (714 lifetime), and Hank Aaron. Barry has recently tied Babe Ruth’s total, and is now 21 shy of Hank Aaron (again an astonishing 755 lifetime). If all things were equal, then my hat would be off to Barry. But since he’s been on the sauce, he’s given himself approximately twice as many chances per season to accelerate to the top of the list. In this way, it is clear that steroids are illegal for the same reason that it is illegal to bat fourth, seventh, and ninth in the batting line-up. But in taking steroids, this is essentially the advantage he’s given himself.

He will beat Aaron’s record because he will have had more opportunities to do it. Barry’s record will primarily reflect the athleticism of the men he is passing up. I can’t dismiss his achievement, but I am unwilling to think of him in the same light as these other men.

(I'd be open to being wrong if somebody could produce "comparative number of games played" stats. My assumption about Barry is that he is playing more because of roids. If it's the other kind of "roids," he may well have actually played much fewer games then those other guys. And if so, with a much greater handicap. If he hasn't played more games, I'd consider the wrong-ness of my point. I just don't have the energy to find those stats. If someone (MLM) would want to contribute these stats to the conversation (MLM) please feel free (MLM). Just anybody. Nobody in particular. (MLM))

#2 – HE’S A JERK AND IT MATTERS
I realize that, if sued by Barry, I’d go to court with reason #1 instead of reason #2. But I’ve not been sued, and reason #2 has street credibility. Just ask the fans.

L.A. Times, front page, Friday, April 6th. Staff Writer John M. Glionna shows why Barry will be remembered as a record-holding jerk. The world wants to assign dignity to somebody who does something great. But Barry has clearly given all of his away.

On page A19 of the Times, Glionna writes the following story about Barry’s interaction with former Pirates team photographer, Pete Diana, then goes on to give an account from author Jeff Pearlman:

In 2002, two Pirates grounds-keepers died in a car crash on opening day. Both left their children without health insurance, Diana says.
All season, he asked visiting all-stars such as Sammy Sosa and Randy Johnson to sign mementos for auction to help the families. Everyone agreed –except for Bonds, a former Pirate.
Players warned Diana not to approach the peevish Bonds. “But I figured he knew both men when he played here,” he said. “But when I asked for his help, he cursed at me. I tell you, that guy’s going straight to hell.”
In his biography “Love Me, Hate Me: Barry Bonds and the Making of an Antihero,” author Jeff Pearlman describes how the 12-year-old nephew of Pirates pitcher Danny Darwin once handed Bonds a baseball card to sign. Bonds ripped it in half.
“In the most basic sense, he’s not a nice person,” Pearlman said of Bonds who refused to be interviewed for the book. “He can be charming, but it doesn’t happen often. He’s the most despised athlete in America. In his defense, he’s almost socially retarded. He doesn’t know how to deal with people on a human level. It’s the way he was raised.”

While I do acknowledge that he may have been raised poorly, and do feel bad if he was, I hate to see Barry play the victim. Apparently so does the world. Pearlman does call him “despised.”

Barry is just like the rest of us in a sense. He made a mistake. He wanted to extend his shelf-life so he did like a lot of guys did. I’ve followed the “everybody’s doing it” justification. But because he’s been caught, he’s become the stubborn child who won’t admit it. He’s dug himself a hole and we can all tell that he’ll never surrender. In my view, (but maybe not in views that matter) a lot would be restored if he would admit that he cheated a little, but it got away from him. That it gave him too many opportunities to highlight his natural abilities.

But he can’t be bothered to sign a bat and donate it to families of dead grounds-keepers. He doesn’t sign the 12-year-old’s baseball card, he rips it in half. He gets heckled, but that’s the game. Culture is condemning Barry-the-Cheat even with the sliding scale it uses to assign value. Intuition wins. He could easily make a case that he’s not obligated to sign every card, but he can’t justify ripping them in half. The world knows (intuition is telling us) that Barry Bonds has lost his dignity. And like cake without sugar, achievement is diminished without dignity (if not completely ruined).

I suppose you can have your dignity without high achievement, but I don’t think you can have it the other way around. Isolated, Barry will have his reward in full: a record without his dignity…which, when you think about it, is no reward at all.

Forgiveness

Watch this first.



Then watch this.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

684667 Retired Forever


So when Carlos and I were in college, there was bubbs. Bubbs was huge. It was before MySpace of Facebook or blogs or anything like that. bubbs stands for Biola University Bulletin Board System. Really primitive. I gotta be honest - when I say it out loud, I'm embarrassed by it. Say it. "Bubbs."

Anyway, on bubbs, you could post a resume. Not for a job or anything. It was basically a blank document that you could fill in with anything. Carlos' resume was great. He used it for all sorts of things. Things like his resume really helped him to start writing more seriously.

The thing about bubbs is that you have to sign in with your student ID number and a password. My student ID number is/was 684184. Closely related to this was Carlos' number at 684667. Easy for me to remember. Now when it came to password, it was fun to figure everybody's out (if you could) and write stuff on their resume that would embarrass them. Because if a girl liked you, she'd check what your resume said. And if your friends had written something on it, it was death. You wanted to be cool with your resume, not overly cheesy. You didn't want to sound too spiritual or too into your own poetry or something.

Carlos is kind of granola about some things. He liked his password just fine. At the time, his password was one key: the space bar. That's it. Just the spacebar. 6.8.4.6.6.7 - Spacebar. It was like he was asking for me to figure it out and mess with him.

And it was *right about that time* that Carlos-the-young-writer began composing some beautifully thought-provoking poetry from the heart. The great thing about Carlos' poetry is that it always rhymed, and the last sentence always, always interpreted the entire poem...like he was taking all the guess work right out of it.

And what's really fun about it is that Carlos didn't change his password for years. I was able to ghost-write poems as Carlos for a long time. He loved it and after awhile started adding bad poems too.

This last Christmas, Carlos was hired on at Biola. This resume must finally come down. But not without being preserved forever.

What we have below is the Collected Works of Carlos Antonio Delgado IV frozen forever. Happy 30th Carlos.


Carlos is my name -
And creative Writing
Is my GAmE.
I now live in Pittsburgh, learning how to be a writer-burgh that is. Here is a sampling of my very latest writing. fighting...with myself I am. You see, this is the freshest stuff i've got. I feel, as you might see, that i am at the top of my game. Why.
Question mark?
Nah...who needs them when you make up the rules like i do. I feel that i'm finally good enough to break all the rules. don't try this at home kids!
Speaking of kids, i just had one. and i want to dedicate this first poetry to my kid. Feel free to write me if you have any questions about writing. I teach. It's just what i do. I'm going to write about gender...a subtle, complex topic to write about. it's delicate to say the least. very nooanced. see if you can tell the gender of my child without me just coming right out and telling you. Gender is one of the hardest things in the world to write. (if you were paying attention, that last sentence was "male." Read it again.) I dedicate this poem to my child. Guess the gender.

What's the gender of my cHIld
In the belly of a whale, a long and shaft-like whale...eating cale the irish veggie
tales, the christian cartoon. so
soon? yes, television is our friend.
and you are my friend, buddy. we are
friends, and will fish
and hunt, and light fires and warm our toes
and our veggie tales.
and watch movies about war
and play video games where we beat people up
and play with dolls? well maybe not as much as watching Smalls
in the movie Sandlot which is about a bunch of BOYS playing baseball.
so glad to know yah
Boy or girl, who'd a known yah
be here so soon
crying, but not for long
because our gender doesn't cry in public
but we do enjoy sports and eating and are not as generally insecure as the other gender about our weight and other things like that
fat, piggy, piggy fat
on mommy's lap...but not for long
i will weane you and show you the ways of the world
so you will grow up strong
internally?
Jonah is my son and i can't wait to show him how to do guy stuff.

I took creative writing here at biola. what they t augh T ME was fantabulous. !
and to them i woe, or rather owe them a debt of greatful ness, grattitude, as well as thankfulness.
in the program here at biola, i learned some, but taught a lot. What i am currently working on in the following P Oetry is me playing with poetr Y. If you will notice...i play. This ism y playingfi eld off un and laugh ter and warmthandengend ering fun with mysl ef
idd oyu kwno tice?(did you notice)
you will notice that for this resumay and for this resumay only i have included the translation of some of the more difficult things to translate in parentheticals. please if you are very learned in poetry, dis reg ard them and enjoy the playin fields iwth (with) me and a friend. allow your mind, but mostly your heart to fly. (*for example, "with" in the paragraph above)
orwd pyla i call it. (word play)
how do you interperet this word play? easy.
Wait until the end of the poetry. quiet your heart. and then at the end, i usually try to unveil some secret about that poem. Put your poem cap on and come along for a ojurney (journey).
also, if you'll looke closely, i have hidden nuggets of meaning in the titles of my poems.

jeopardy
trebeck
what teh heck
i'm a red neck
so what do you expect
for me to fly in a jet?
to reach you?
i believe you?
do i need you!!
let me si you
"YES" give me your
best?
because when you win in jeopardy, you have to concentrate.


Finding Nemo the movie
fish....what a dish
what was his wish
of course it was my wish
to find his beloved son nemo
what does she know?
other than how to play me no
more
under the sun
by moonlight
playing me
under the stars
cars? what rhymes
march of dimes
it would take more money than that to reunite me with my son
under the sun
because i have a longing for intimacy that can't be matched.

Things that i am thankful for
thankfulness, o
cantankerousness when we
watch the boats, tu and yo
to and fro
back and forth we go
with chagrin much
akin
within a big bin
of hope and hopelessness
and watchful hearts
for what will be next
in the big scheme of things
we look foward to the things He brings (PTL)
ya gotta gotta give it up
up for the things He brings
and the things He sings
and the things he links
to love and other good things
like alli
who i am grateful for
and thankful for
who would have known what for
at my core
at my hard-core
not soft-core
hard-core
hard-core of pulsating love
flowing
and giving itself
all over
because i love alli my fiancee, and am looking foward to marrying her.

people who know bubbs and my wife allison
You'll look me up in the bubbs DiRECtory
I appreciate you tHink'in of me
It says I'm AlumNi
But drop me a line - cos im not
ShY?
shie? kite? sheye kyte fly
Shy? Shy fly. shy Flie bi.
Bi? Fly bye my sweet princess
AllISon?
Princess AllisOn - Dear CuTe AlliSON?
SUN? Or SON....Sun has begun. And sON is done.
aNd not a
nUN
For we will soon get married
and in my heart - i have carried
bags of her groceries
And now they are myne. Soone they will be mine. Too...for her groceries will soon be my goods.
Textiles o textiles.
sweet sun of my nextile (the phones!)
not just the text (message) of my heart,
but her clothing too, will be mine
few
Though I won't wear them
she never shares them
and still they are mine because married people share everything.

more than one in a christian marriage without including satan
And then there were two....then again
another
Just the two of us
you and eye
eye two eye
i2eye
b2x?
son of God, come rest in our marriage
that there not be only two, when we drive off inside of that horse drawn carriage
and then there were four
and it seems like so much more
but it is not a bore
tough like a boar
deep down in my core
i fear i want more
like a boar
but the fourth was the devil
i'm so serious; lets level
the playing field of our relationship
and start anew
like the dew
the wet wet dew
i slip and fall
better than soda
more powerful than yoda
stronger than luke
allison is not a fluke
with her i have the force enough to never divorce each other
because neither myself or allison believe in divorce

gender confusion
wo-man
woman or man
the jury is still out
and confusing they confound
because it is hard to make some big decisions about gender

jackson browne's brother kendall
there is a theory
the blanket of wee
from which kendall jackson flowed
back on the couch
close to my mouth
what are you doing kendall jackson
where have you gone
you're brother is in the rock and roll hall of fame
but the bundle of wee isn't to blame
For when the water fell
so close to my mouth
I wouldn't have wanted to taste that because it would be disgusting to taste.

i don't know if bubbs would let me entitle this one
smokey and the two bandits
one bandit almost got lost
ashen - like dark ash
soft. wood. sometimes like a sail, or a flapping elephant ear in the wind
slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap
approaching bandit on the left
almost robbed from the dark ashen wood
almost crushed all hope for smokey
lone bandit almost left to work overtime
55 stitches or so...if you want, I'll show
what happens when your surf board goes into the sand and you slide down the back of it.

lynwood high school, the place where i teach english
up in the hood
deep in the wood
do you think that i should
sharpen the heart of my affection
and love
for jaime (hi-may)
vincente fox
courtney cox
what a fox - sweet vincente - el presidente
mi a-lik-aye, mi spaghettaye - al dente
because the school that i teach at is multi-cultural (mostly mexicans)

my favorite kind of music is alternative country
so come back woody guthrie
come back to us now
tear your eyes from paradise and rise again somehow
if you run into Jesus maybe he can help you out
come back woody guthrie to us now

pittsburg -h
pittsburg -h? what is the ayech?
i can't ear the ayech. what good is an ayech for if you gotta throw it at the end of a city's name?
i have an "h" in my heart for the steelers...though what they should steal is the h off the end of their city's name.
or the pirates should steal it too
do they all think we are stoo
pid?
or did
they already saye that, matie! Har...
Rather, Ar...
Because the silent h in Pittsburgh makes it hard to spell, even if you live there.

The Office Returns

After a long writers strike, tonight, April 10th, 2008 (Carlos' 30th birthday) the office returns. And I welcome it.


Sunday, April 6, 2008

Things I think are funny…in no particular order

Conan and Letterman - Leno is a really nice guy and a great mechanic.

Txt messaging abbreviations. Well, okay. They’re half funny and half annoying…IDK! LOL!!!

Hockey.

Tracy Jordan (Tracey Morgan) from 30 Rock has a Christmas album with these lyrics: “Imagine Christmas wishes…shooting out of your eyes!” I’d buy that album if it were real.

Chuck Norris facts. For example: "There is no chin behind Chuck Norris' beard. Only another fist."

Triumph The Insult Comic Dog. The best example of Triumph was at the Star Wars opening:


The Clippers. They're in L.A. but they're not the Lakers. It's like Junior Varsity basketball.

Paula Deen.

Mr. Rogers mailman/friend is named Mr. McFeeley. Kind of creepy for a kids show.

Japanese Game Shows. For example:


Oh, and closely related, Japanese prank shows like this:

Moving

So I'm not done thinking about Keith Songer's tragic death. Mostly, I've thought about his death first thing in the morning ever since I heard. But the way it feels is changing. I heard on Thursday, and spent that whole day and most of Friday in shock. While it's still shocking, I have been feel it less and am now mostly sad for his family.

It's like I've got a pre-set amount of times to be shocked by something like this. Then, once I've used those up, it moves into another phase.

Grief, death and healing have happen so sporadically in my life that I have no idea what to do when it comes around again. I don't pretend I know.

Still praying for the the Keith's family.

Friday, April 4, 2008

vulnerable

So, two days ago when I was writing all of that, I had tough feeling that if I died early, this whole blog would take on a whole new significance. I thought of it quickly, then buried it just as fast. To be honest, I don't like thinking of those things.
On Wednesday night, a really great guy from our church died tragically in a car accident. He was very alive. And now he isn't. Yesterday was spent in shock and vulnerability. Today, sadness is setting in for the family. I still feel vulnerable though. I've had a fear of people dying since I was a little kid. I feel really young today.

In 9th grade, the kid that sat next to me in Algebra was there on Friday and was gone by Monday. We were not close. But it was his goneness that was so confusing. This is how I feel today. I haven't felt this way since 9th grade. And it's a bad feeling, to be honest. I don't have resources deep enough to be carried serenely through this kind of tragedy. Death always suprises you.
Today I feel vulnerable, because I am reminded that I can't control things like your death, or my death. I think I have some insight and philosophy that eventually help me recover and gain perspective, but in the initial shock of death, I am pretty down.

I'm praying for Kim. I'm praying for Kelby who I knew when I was a Jr. High pastor. Also for Kendall and Kerrigan.