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What my musings are all about...

Blogging might well be the 21st century's form of journaling. As a writing teacher, I have always advised my students to keep a daily journal as a way of organizing their thoughts for future writing projects, a discipline I have unfortunately never consistently practiced myself. By blogging, I might finally be able to follow my own good advice.

The difference between journaling and blogging is that the blogger opens his or her writing to the public, something journal- writers are usually reluctant to do. I am not so reticent.

The trick for me will be to avoid cluttering the internet with more blather, something none of us need more of. If I stick to subjects I know: sports and literature, I believe I can avoid that pitfall. I can't promise that I'll not stray from time to time to comment on ancillary subjects, but I will make every attempt to be interesting and perhaps even insightful.

Friday, November 30, 2012

A Couple of Days of the Sports Page + etc

Is there any naive soul out there who believes that Bonds, Sosa, and Clemens did NOT take steroids and other physical enhancement drugs? I know what the courts ruled, but check out how their bodies grew while they broke records. Seeing is believing as my Patron Saint, Thomas, used to say. For me, the decision whether these men should be in baseball's Hall of Fame is simple: You cheat, you don't get in. Period. You never get in. End of story.

As for Bob Dutton of the Kansas City Star, who said he's voting for them because, "If Major League Baseball took no action against a player during his career for alleged or suspected steroid/PED use, I'm not going to do so in assessing their career for the Hall of Fame." Interesting argument. Actually a Logical Fallacy. What you're saying Bob, is your going to perpetuate stupidity and culpability by adding to it. MLB was wrong back then, now you're going to be wrong. 

Speaking of wrong. Isn't it time for Ndamukong Suh to get anger management counseling?

Hurrah for Rajon Rondo for defending a cheap shot on his teammate Kevin Garnett, although I'm reasonably sure Garnett might have found a way to retaliate had Kim Kardashian's ex-hubby not been ejected. What do you think?

Someone at the Seattle Times calculated what it would cost to take four people to a Dallas Cowboy game with hotdogs, Cokes, parking, and some souvenirs? $634.78. I'm assuming these are decent seats. I'm sure that you can get off cheaper if you're willing to sit in the stratosphere, which can not be better than sitting in a comfortable chair in front of your 50 inch TV with a bottle of brew and guacamole and chips.

Speaking of brew? How is it possible that anyone really buys the swill that the football game beer ads promote? Bud, Coors, Yuk. Boggles the mind and the taste buds. Ah, for a frosty mug of Anchor Steam or Nevada Pale Ale!

Wow, and I'm only on page 2 of today's sport's page.

Any bets that Rolondo McClain's career is over? After football, he might want to open up a gun shop. McClain is a member in good standing of my Knucklehead Club.

Amphetamines? Really? I'm sooo surprised that our boys in the NFL are using them. Now there's talk about Viagra our brave lads are using. You gotta be kidding! The image conjured by a field of football players who've recently swallowedd some erectile dysfunction tabs defies humor. I'd be particularly worried if I were the center, and the quarterback was, how can I say it delicately, "in a state."?

Speaking of quarterbacks, Kaepernick it is, but please don't call him Kap. There is only one Kap in Football - Joe Kapp of the University of California Bears (of The Play fame) and the Minnesota Vikings. This same guy nicknamed "Injun Joe" who said running out of bounds was for "Gringos." And threw 7 touchdown passes in one game., and who was the best street fighter I've ever seen, as some of my St. Mary's buds who tried to crash a frat. party back in 1960 and had to face an angry Kap would confirm.

As quiet as it's kept, the Memphis Grizzlies keep winning. Bravo Coach Leonel Hollins. Watch out for the Minnosota Timberwolves once Rubio is back.

Great Warrior win last night against the Nuggets. I'm completely sold on  the Nugget's Faried. What a hustler. Not only does he haul in rebounds, both offensive and defensive, but he disrupts and gets his hands on balls, which often leads to turnovers. Tips that lead to turnovers or offensive/defensive rebounds should be a statistic. I think Dean Smith used to do just that.

As for Bogut. Micro-fracture is a scary word. If I were the Warriors, even as late and as weird as everything has evolved, I would have Bogut's doctor(s) and physical therapist(s) lay out for Golden State fans exactly what is going on - in medical detail, even if it reveals that Bogut will not be able to play for a couple of months. The Bogut deal is still a good one, in my mind. The Warriors are playing well. Lee, Landry, and Ezili are doing yeoman's job on the boards. What a pick up Landry has been Bravo Meyers! Ditto picking up Jack. If ONLY someone, anyone, could teach Beidrens to shoot freethrows????? I'm tossing my name in the hat. Give me one month with the kid. "Listen to your ego," my wife says. "No," I say,"I'm not kidding. I've studied the kid's form. I know exactly what's wrong. It's not psychological, it's physical."

Aren't Blogs fun?

David Stern is right. People pay good money - in this day and age, with what little entertainment money their budgets can afford - to see great basketball. I think Pop could have supported his argument had he rested only his Big Three, but by adding the young, third year Green kid, it looked more like a mind game he was playing on the Heat players and coaching staff. On the other hand, I don't think any of the fans would argue they didn't see an exciting game. I watched it and loved every minute of it. Right on Patty Mills, Aussie Galloping Gael!

With all the negative stuff happening in professional sports and that includes professional college sports, I've selected a poem about a pure sport: climbing. You hang by your fingers above nothing but death, now that's sport.

The Rock Climbers   by Robert Francis

In this soft age, in my soft
middle age, the rock climbers

Who giving all to love
embrace cold cliffs

Or with spread-eagle arms
enact a crucifixion

Hanging between the falling
and the not-attaining

Observed or unobserved
by hawks and vultures-

How vaulting a humility
superb a supererogation

Craggy to break the mind
on and to cool the mind.