Hello and welcome to another Wednesday of deep thoughts. There is a song from an old musical entitled, “June is busting out all over”…that pretty much describes life in Austin this month. Although I get tired of the traffic and congestion, there is no doubt that this place is quickly becoming a mecca for music, food and entertainment. Since I am now an “old fart”, I don’t enjoy many of these activities…but my kids certainly do. Last week, the X game made their debut in Austin. Both of my daughters spent the weekend enjoying the new event. From all that I heard, the weekend was a tremendous success. One thing that is certain, there was plenty of sun to bathe the event.
Another event was happening in Austin last weekend that I did manage to see. The Longhorn baseball team hosted the NCAA super-regional against the Houston Cougars. I have to admit that with all of the college baseball that we watched this year, that I have become rather hooked on the game. This Longhorn team faced long odds to reach Omaha this year. After not being good enough to qualify for the 2013 conference tournament, this team had much to prove in 2014. Great pitching and good defense has been the Longhorn calling card…which is exactly what I saw last Saturday. Houston battled hard, but in truth…they were just overmatched by the Texas arms. Texas rewarded their sweat soaked fans with a final home game shut-out…4 to 0. It was hot and humid, but to be honest…it was awesome to see this Longhorn bunch celebrate. Having a personal connection to this team really made a difference. After watching Ben Johnson the past several years play with my son Blake, it was also very cool to share the excitement with our friends. Did I say it was hot? Damn…that was the hottest 91 degree day on record. We finished the afternoon with the first swim of the year…a perfect end to a summer afternoon. It is pretty cool also that 3 Big 12 teams made it to Omaha. Texas, Texas Tech and TCU are headed to Omaha...very cool.
Last week we packed our son off for a summer of collegiate baseball in Atwater, California. So far he is really digging his team and his summer digs. He and a teammate are living with a host family and it sounds like they are enjoying talking Giants baseball. The host family loves baseball and specifically the Giants. They play almost every day, but a day off on Monday allowed Blake and a few teammates to go check out the redwoods. The summer has begun just as I hoped a chance to have fun playing baseball without the constraint of a coach micro managing the game. I found a comment Blake made very interesting. He is really enjoying the opportunity to bounce ideas off his summer coach. He said it was nice to have a relationship with a coach that communication was more than a one way street. I will never understand coaches that don’t realize that a player can add value to a conversation regarding baseball. We are hoping to spend a week in July in California and hopefully be able to see BOB when we are in his neck of the woods. Maybe it will be cooler then, but I doubt it. Oh well, at least it won’t be as humid as Austin.
Manny Machado has been in the news this past week. BOB and others have covered this topic extremely well, but I want to take this to a bit different place. Machado was dead wrong with regard to throwing his bat and I completely agree with the 5 game suspension that baseball slapped on him. But, I am wondering if Showalter and the Orioles might take action beyond the suspension. I like Buck Showalter. He is old school and as hard-nosed as any manager in the game. The Orioles have a great tradition and are quietly building a very exciting young team. Personally, I suspect that Machado’s struggles this year created the weekend tantrum against the Oakland A’s. What Machado really needs is a dose of minor league baseball. I doubt that the Orioles can afford to lose their young star for a week or two, but it might be the best thing in the world for his development. In the old days, Machado would never be in the show. He would be spending several more years in the minor leagues toiling away and learning how to be a big league player. I am not talking about his skills; they are certainly good enough now…what Machado needs is the maturity needed to be a professional. As a professional ball player, Manny Machado has a responsibility to his teammates, organization, fans and the game. This may sound like some vague unknown unwritten baseball rules, but it is more than that. For me a huge part of being a professional is understanding that respect for your opponent is paramount to being in the big leagues.
In today’s MLB, young phenoms are rushed to the big leagues. To be honest, I have no problem with the Mike Trout’s of the world zooming through the minor leagues. But, how many Mike Trout’s are there? To be honest, I suspect we will see more young players like Manny Machado. Physically ready to play the game, but not fully equipped with the proper understanding of how to play the game. As I sit here typing this blog; I am struck with the thought that Machado is exactly what Alex Rodriguez was. Both are Dominican, from the Miami area. Rodriguez was the #1 pick of the draft; Machado was the #3 pick of the draft. They both had short stints in the minor leagues, before having almost immediate success in the big leagues. Of course they were both shortstops that ended up playing 3B. Really…the similarities are pretty amazing. We have seen this story before and we know how the story ends. I am hopeful that the Orioles surprise me and change the ending to Machado’s story. For the record, I suspect that much of Machado’s struggles this year have to do with his injury. It is a story that is repeated over and over again. Players are deemed physically ready to play, but are not mentally ready to compete. Success in baseball has much to do with confidence. My guess is that Machado will have a much better second half and will see him back to his normal studly self. Hopefully, his struggles this year will prepare him for the rest of his career.
Juicy fruit anyone?
Things are bad in Tampa this year. Do you want to know how bad they are? Things are so bad in Tampa that Joe Maddon brought in a Seminole Medicine Man to sprinkle some juju juice around the clubhouse…it did not work. Seattle beat Price and the Rays 3 to 0. But you have to love that Maddon…
Lonnie Chisenhall had a career game on Monday night…5 for 5 with 3 HRs…you know what is crazy? Prince Fielder finished the 2014 season with 3 HRs…In this same game, the Indians kicked a field goal late to beat the Rangers 17 to 7. You know something even crazier? The Astros are only 2.5 games behind the Rangers in the AL West. Don’t look now, but those Angels are starting to get on a roll. Their closer called his shot this week and predicted that they would beat the As on Monday night. Damned if they did not do it on Monday and again on Tuesday. The AL West should be a dog fight the rest of the way…
Some Tiger fans are pushing the panic button over the recent blown saves by Joe Nathan and struggles of Justin Verlander. Would you be surprised to know that the Tigers record on Tuesday was identical to their record this time last year?
In case you were wondering…Michael Jackson’s kids get an allowance of $8 million dollars per year. It was originally $4 million, but it has apparently grown.
I saw something very funny Tuesday evening. After watching the Spurs take game two from the Heat, I switched over the MLB channel and caught the end of the Dodgers-Reds game. It was really a pretty boring game. It was 6 to 1 Dodgers, and because the game was in Cincinnati, the stadium was mostly empty. You know how a stadium sounds when the game is over but the game is not. That was what this game was like…but, suddenly in the top of the 9th…excitement began to circulate among the remaining fans. It turns out that a pizza place in Cincinnati gives out free pizzas if the Reds strike out 11 hitters. When the strikeout total reached 10, the fans were suddenly amped again. It was as if it was the end of the game and their team was preparing to close out a win. Fans were on their feet and kids were literally jumping up and down with excitement. When that 11th batter swung and missed…it was joyful pandemonium. The game may have been boring but I am glad I spent 20 minutes of my life watching this game. It is another thing that I love about baseball. Your team may have lost a game, but because the season is so long, getting free pizza is just as exciting as getting a win.
What is it about the Cuban's and their arms? Is it something in the water? This is amazing!
I was reading a bit last week and I ran across something that stopped me in my tracks. I ask that you put aside your political beliefs and religious leanings for a moment and read these words…
“If I were the devil, I wouldn’t be happy until I had seized the ripest apple on the tree—Thee. So I’d set about however necessary to take over the United States. I’d subvert the churches first—I would begin with a campaign of whispers. With the wisdom of a serpent, I would whisper to you as I whispered to Eve: “Do as you please.” “Do as you please.” To the young, I would whisper, “The Bible is a myth.” I would convince them that man created God instead of the other way around. I would confide that what is bad is good, and what is good is “square”. And the old, I would teach to pray. I would teach them to pray after me, ‘Our Father, which art in Washington…’
And then I’d get organized. I’d educate authors on how to lurid literature exciting, so that anything else would appear dull and uninteresting. I’d threaten TV with dirtier movies and vice versa. I’d pedal narcotics to whom I could. I’d sell alcohol to ladies and gentlemen of distinction. I’d tranquilize the rest with pills.
If I were the devil I’d soon have families that war with themselves, churches that war that themselves, and nations that war with themselves; until each in its turn was consumed. And with promises of higher ratings I’d have mesmerizing media fanning the flame. If I were the devil I would encourage schools to refine young intellects, and neglect to discipline emotions—just let those run wild, until before you knew it, you’d have to have drug sniffing dogs and metal detectors at every schoolhouse door.
Within a decade I’d have prisons overflowing, I’d have judges promoting pornography—soon I could evict God from the courthouse, and then the schoolhouse, and then from the houses of Congress. And in His own churches I would substitute psychology for religion, and deify science. I would lure priests and pastors into misusing boys and girls, and church money. If I were the devil I’d make the symbols of Easter an egg and the symbol of Christmas a bottle.
If I were the devil I’d take from those, who have, and give to those wanted until I had killed the incentive of the ambitious. What do you bet I could get whole states to promote gambling as the way to get rich? I would question against extremes and hard work, and Patriotism, and moral conduct. I would convince the young that marriage is old-fashioned, that swinging is more fun, that what you see on the TV is the way to be. And thus I could undress you in public, and I could lure you into bed with diseases for which there is no cure. In other words, if I were to devil I’d keep on doing on what he’s doing. Paul Harvey, good day.”
This was from a Paul Harvey broadcast in 1965. Think about that for a moment…and how amazingly accurate Harvey was in his vision of the future. As each day goes by, I see so much of what was being stripped away and wonder if there is a solution. Paul Harvey was a unique guy with unique wisdom. As I look around, I just do not see people like this anymore. I wonder if things have changed so much that we simply do not have a place for the voice of someone like Harvey. Damn, that is scary…
That’s all I have today, but I will leave you with a bit of Jack Handey…
I can picture in my mind a world without war, a world without hate. And I can picture us attacking that world, because they'd never expect it.
Remember, kids in the backseat cause accidents; accidents in the backseat cause kids.
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This week kicks off the quadrennial FIFA World Cup. Now, I love soccer – it’s really the only game I was ever really any good at – and I do like watching the game, but I don’t know that I can handle the orgy of soccer play that the World Cup represents. I mean, I get it – you wait 4 years for a championship and you get your binge on soccer for a month and a half. There’s 64 individual matches played from the first game to the championship.
Compare that to say the 11 NFL playoff games. Over 4 years, that would be 44 games. Can you imagine what a circus a once-every-4-years NFL playoff would be?
“March Madness” is 63 games and goes 3 weeks. Every year. THAT’S a binge. There’s also a bit more scoring in those games. But that’s not really the point. The World Cup is intense. You wait 4 years for your shot, 90 minutes separates you from either going home or advancing…and one goal could be that deciding factor.
There are 12 different stadia being used to play the matches – there are some pretty cool Google Street Views of the places. According to one site, a day in Rio for the Cup will cost you about $700 without including the tickets. Tickets for the final – about $5600. Now, figure you spend a week in Rio and get a ticket to the final, you’re into it about $10,000. Super Bowl tickets were about $2,500, plus hanging around, so I figure going to the World Cup final is probably a less expensive take comparatively…I mean, figuring it only happens once every 4 years and all.
Now, on an entirely different note – from world class soccer fetching some $5600 a ticket to very minor league baseball – we went out to our city’s new team’s inaugural homestand this weekend. Now we had a team called the “Tornadoes” a few years back, part of the Can-Am league, but they folded…perhaps imploded is probably a better way to describe what happened. At one point, Can-Am had 8 teams – they’re now down to 4…hardly a league. How hard up are they? Well, the Tornadoes still have a page on their site, even though the team hasn’t existed in 2 years.
At any rate, the new team in Worcester is the Bravehearts, part of the Futures League. Now, Cam-Am is/was just an inexpensive ticket and still not quite worth the price. Bad baseball, bu
t a kid friendly night out. Now, the Futures League is 10 teams in New England made up of college kids playing for exposure. It’s a pretty cool concept – I mean as an adjunct to the Cape Cod League (which is funded by MLB), you have to assume there’ll be SOME scouts about, and the teams are not unreasonably distant from the Cape.
I’m going to go on the assumption that it was because we went to the third game of the season, because 3 errors a side was pretty sloppy, but I’m happy to chalk up the sloppy play to college kids getting used to playing with each other. They’re not professionals, they don’t get paid, they’re playing for the game. That’s totally cool with me. With a name like “Bravehearts,” you’d like to think the logo would be pretty damn cool, all Mel Gibson like. Not so much – it’s like a heart surrounded by olive leaves or something. It’s kind of stupid. Now minor league ball is a haven for great logo art. This is a relatively new league without the kind of funding of, say MiLB, but the logos (with the exception of the Bravehearts) are pretty cool. My favorite is the “Martha’s Vineyard Sharks,” who just happen to be the league champions. Interestingly enough, the Brockton Rox – one of the other teams – was a member of the Can-Am league before they left for this new format.
Don Zimmer, the baseball lifer, Popeye-lookalike, baseball lifer died at the age of 83 on Wednesday in Dunedin, FL. Zimmer was famously married on a baseball diamond as a bonus baby in the minor leagues in 1951.There is a famous picture of Zim and his wife at home plate under a canopy of crossed bats held by his teammates.
He was was signed out of high school as a shortstop by the Dodgers’ organization in 1949. Later he was Pee Wee Reese’s backup at shortstop for the Brooklyn Dodgers’ only World Series championship team. He survived not one but two horrific beanings in the pre-batting helmet era.
In the summer of 1953, Zimmer was playing for St. Paul in the American Association and was a top prospect as a shortstop with both speed and power. But he nearly lost his life when he was beaned in a game in Columbus, Ohio. He sustained a fractured skull and fell into a coma for almost two weeks. Doctors drilled holes in the sides of his head to relieve pressure on his brain saving his life.
Amazingly, Zimmer came back and made his major league debut in 1954. He hit 15 home runs in 88 games for the Dodgers’ 1955 World Series championship team, but he endured a second severe beaning in 1956 against the Cincinnati Reds. It left his cheekbone shattered and his eyesight permanently damaged.
Zimmer returned to baseball and remained with the Dodgers through their 1959 World Series championship season in Los Angeles, played two seasons for the Cubs, even making an All-Star appearance in 1961, and then joined the expansion Mets as their third baseman in 1962. He retired after the 1965 season with a .235 career batting average and 91 homers.
Zimmer managed the San Diego Padres (1972-73), the Red Sox (1976-80), the Texas Rangers (1981-82) and the Cubs (1988-91). He was Yankees manager Joe Torre’s bench coach from 1996 to 2003, and then quit, maintaining he had been treated abusively by the Yankees’ owner, George Steinbrenner. He joined Tampa Bay the next season, providing tips to players and doing community-relations work in his advisory capacity until just recently when health reasons limited him severely.
Zimmer is best known in New England for having managed the 1978 Boston Red Sox, who were overtaken by the Yankees for a division title on Bucky BLEEPING Dent’s home run in a one game playoff. The Red Sox blew a fourteen game lead that summer highlighted by a sweep still known as the “Boston Massacre”. An injury to right fielder Dwight Evans, playing Butch Hobson at third base (49 errors!), pitching staff issues (the bane of Zimmer’s career as a manager was handling the pitching staff), and a hot Yankees team did in the Sox that year, but few remember that Zimmer managed to rouse the Red Sox from a deficit the last week of the season to win eight straight and tie the Yankees and force the one game playoff.
In Boston, his run-ins with the pitching staff were legendary. Red Sox pitcher Bill “the Spaceman” Lee likened Zimmer to a gerbil for his bulging cheeks. Zimmer and Lee had a number of clashes over the years. Lee and his gang of pitchers called themselves the Buffalo Heads and made their main goal to be making Zimmer--the straight-laced image of 1950s baseball--the butt of their long-haired 1970s radicals of baseball.
In the midwest, Zimmer will be remembered as the National League’s manager of the year in 1989 when he led the Chicago Cubs to a surprising division championship. Of course, the Cubbies found a way to lose in the playoffs that year. That team had Ryne Sandberg, Mark Grace, and Andre Dawson on offense and young Greg Maddux and Rick Sutcliffe leading the rotation with Mitch “wild thing” Williams in the bullpen. In an upset, they lost to an inferior San Francisco Giants team in five games in the NLCS.
The other Zimmer low-light while in New York was as a Yankees coach in the ALCS in October 2003, at age 72, he charged Boston’s star pitcher Pedro Martinez during an on-field melee. Zimmer swung and missed, and then was thrown to the Fenway Park turf by Martinez. Probably one of the most embarrassing moments of Zim’s career, he immediately and tearfully apologized for sullying the game.
The final Zim moment in the spotlight was in the 1999 playoffs. He was struck in the face by a ball fouled into the Yankees’ dugout by Chuck Knoblauch. The next game, he wore an Army helmet.
For me, I remember Don Zimmer as the manager of the Red Sox when I fell head over heels in love with baseball. Don Zimmer was the manager of the Red Sox in 1979 and 1980 when I was five and six years old, and he became my favorite. Not Jim Rice. Not Yaz. Not the Eck. Not Freddy Lynn. Not Carlton Fisk. Not Dick “the Dragon” Draco (OK, maybe he was my second favorite player...the Dragon, c’mon how cool is that to a five year old!). Not Bob Stanley or Bill Campbell. Not Tom Burgmeier (second or third favorite for sure). Not Tony Perez. Not Steve Renko. Not Win Remmerswaal (Dutch pitcher...I remember my Dad told me he wore wooden shoes and I would sit as close to the television as possible to see if his shoes were really made of wood).
Nope, my favorite player on my favorite team in my favorite sport was the manager with the grumpy look and giant jowls. I know it was a source of amusement for the family (I have a cousin who I remember greeted me many years later with “How’s your pal Zimmer doing?”), but I was rooting for the manager. (Yeah, guess I was an odd kid).
Anyway, I remember being six years old and DEVASTATED that the Red Sox fired Zim. I could not comprehend it. It was wrong, WRONG, W-R-O-N-G!!! (to my six year old mind).So the team didn’t do well, fire the players!
I remember my Dad telling me how Zimmer was hired by the Texas Rangers and I was ecstatic. I pulled out my Baseball Digest that had the addresses of all the baseball teams, a green crayon, and penned a congratulatory letter to Zim c / o the Texas Rangers. Humoring me, my parents actually stuck a stamp on the letter and mailed it.
Not long afterwards, an envelope arrived with the Texas Rangers logo on the return address. Someone in the Rangers offices must have received my letter and obliged to take an autographed Don Zimmer picture and mail it back to me. Of course, at the time I believed Zim had read my green crayon penned prose and was struck speechless by the support for him back in Boston. Unable to find the words to respond, he could only write his name in return.
Zim didn’t last long in Texas, but Ialways kept an eye on his continued career. Other sports, life, the universe, puberty and girls soon interfered with my love affair with baseball and my Don Zimmer infatuation, but in many ways I was still that goofy six year old pasting the picture of Zim and the envelope in a scrapbook at sixteen, at twenty-six, thirty-six, and today. That personal connection, even if it wasn’t personal (no, I never wrote and asked Zim if he ever saw my letter...it would be too crushing to my inner six year old), is what has me glued to the TV, shelling out cash, pounding the keyboard, rummaging around the internet, and just immersed into sports in such an unhealthy way to this day.
In 2004 Zimmer relented to writing a biography with Bill Madden titled the “The Zen of Zim”. A great quote (which was published the other day in the New York Times feature on Zim after his passing) sums him up perfectly: “All I’ve ever been is a simple baseball man, but it’s never ceased to amaze me how so many far more accomplished people I’ve met in this life wanted to be one, too. What a game, this baseball!”
Sometimes you forget why you love baseball and then the passing of a baseball legend like Don Zimmer happens and it all comes pouring back. For me, Don Zimmer is a large part of my love affair with baseball. I may not have been more accomplished than Zim, but damn he hit the nail on the head with the hammer there: I sure would have loved to be a simple baseball man.
Hello and welcome to another Wednesday of deep thoughts. I have been slammed at work and have been doing a bit of traveling to look at JUCO baseball opportunities for my son. I have not been too busy to enjoy the great weather we have had this month. I can't recall a May that has been as pleasant as it is has been in Austin this year. Of course we have had a few humid days in the 90s, but more in the 80s with cool evenings. If we can just get a bit of rain in the hill country, it will be perfect.
I caught a bit of sports radio on Tuesday and found myself nodding my head as I drove along. The guys were talking about the perception that the Spurs were an old team that played the game at a slow pace. If you caught any of the OKC vs San Antonio game this week, you were probably surprised how efficiently that the Spurs deposed of the Thunder. The Thunder tried every combination imaginable and it simply did not matter. The talking heads commented that the Spurs motion offense looked very similar to the offense that the Harlem Globetrotters used to run. That is a bit of a stretch, but his point was valid. San Antonio executes their offense and at times it does look like they are playing the Washington Generals. The beautiful thing about watching the Spurs is the lack of selfish play. There is no ego or look at me in this team…it truly is basketball played the way it was meant to be played. A comparison to the NFL’s Patriots would not be far off. They have it figured out in San Antonio; it is just a shame that more do not appreciate the greatness of this team. Oh well…maybe history will shine a brighter light on the Spurs than we currently see. Of course, I get the feeling that the Spurs really don’t care what everyone else thinks. They play for themselves and Pop…which is really pretty cool. Here is a very good tribute to the Spurs…it takes a few minutes, but is worth it.
I read that Mike Tyson made an appearance at the Albuquerque Isotopes game on Tuesday night. Okay, it was not Mike Tyson, but only a Tyson imitator. Apparently hot shot Cuban prospect Alex Guerrero said something to Miguel Olivo that Olivo took offense to. A brief skirmish began at the mound as pitchers were being changed. This was quickly broken up, but evidently cross words were continued in the dugout. Word is that Olivo took a huge bite out of Guerrero’s ear. This was not a small nibble, but a man sized chunk. Guerrero was to undergo plastic surgery late Tuesday. I wonder how the Dodger brass will resolve this. My money is on Guerrero. Olivo is a 35 year old journeyman catcher, while Guerrero signed a multi-million dollar deal in the offseason. Whatever the outcome, it is tough to imagine any circumstance where biting off an ear is acceptable. Reports are that police are investigating. No word if Olivo will be quarantined for 10 days…
So much for Tony LaRussa’s retirement from baseball…it was announced this week that LaRussa would take a position with the Arizona DBacks as Chief Baseball Officer. That may be his title today; but I doubt that Kevin Towers (GM) and Kurt Gibson (Mgr) are very comfortable with LaRussa looking over their shoulder. I am really surprised that Arizona has played so poorly this year. There is no doubt that injuries have had a play in their poor beginning, but with the payroll they have…I guess it figures that something had to change. It only seemed to be yesterday that Arizona was a team loaded with young talent. My guess is that it won’t take long for LaRussa to make his presence known. Any bets that he finishes the season on the field?
Word out of the NFL today is that former players have filed suit against the NFL claiming that the NFL gave them drugs to keep them on the field. Broken bones were allegedly kept from players. One player had elevated levels of protein in his urine that the team doctors “overlooked” when doing his yearly physical. When asked about the law suit, Roger Goodell said, ''Our attorneys have not seen the lawsuit and obviously I have been in meetings all day.'' Obviously Roger…
Some time back, I wrote about the magnificent football stadium that was built in Allen Texas. The stadium was state of the art…huge jumbotron with seating for 18,000. The total bill to build was $60 million. The Allen Eagles opened the stadium in August of 2012. This year, they will be playing their home games in Plano, Texas. The grand stadium has been closed due to deteriorating concrete that has been deemed unsafe for the public. The architect (PBK Architects) and construction company (Pogue Construction) have pledged to repair the stadium at no cost to the Allen School District. Of course, there is that small weekly amount of $5300 per game to rent the Plano field. I guess that $60 million just does not buy what it used to...
Carl Spackler reminded me recently of an old Johnny Monkey blog. Since the bad ass monkey has been MIA, I thought that it would be fun to remind us of our furry friend...wherever he is.
Hello my Gab friends. It has been awhile since I stopped by and I thought it was time to treat you to a few of my thoughts. Johnny Monkey has been compared to another and Johnny Monkey felt that it was time to "differentiate" an interesting man and a bad ass monkey. Here are a few items that you may find, "interesting"...
When Johnny Monkey eats at a restaurant, the waiters tip him.
Traffic lights turn green whenever he approaches the light.
Mimes can’t shut up around Johnny Monkey.
When there is a real emergency, 911 calls Johnny Monkey.
Wherever Johnny Monkey lives, the locals learn to speak his language.
When Johnny Monkey goes fishing, he does not need bait…the fish simply jump in his boat.
Johnny Monkey once made a bad man kick his own ass.
Life gives Johnny Monkey lemonade, never lemons.
Wilt Chamberlain read Johnny Monkey’s book about women.
After the most interesting man in the world left The Virgin Islands, it was just called The Islands. After Johnny Monkey left, they were called The Satisfied Islands.
At birth, Johnny Monkey slapped the doctor.
Pilots allow Johnny Monkey to talk on his cell phone.
Johnny Monkey is friends with Big Foot and the Loch Ness monster.
Johnny Monkey can french in any language.
Rubik’s cube was a gift to Rubik from Johnny Monkey.
When Johnny Monkey met an alien, the alien asked Johnny Monkey to probe him…
Don't forget to keep eating your vegetables...
Since this is graduation season, I wanted to finish this week's blog with a tribute to graduates and veterans. At the University of Texas graduation on May 17th Naval Adm.Wiliam H. McRaven was invited to address the graduates. I will post this video for your viewing and I hope you take a moment to listen. The words he laid on this graduating class are invaluable. McRaven's speaks about his Navy Seals training and how important it was in shaping his life. He brings new meaning to making lemonade when life hands you lemons. It is my hope that on this week leading to our Memorial Day holiday that you can take a moment to hear McRaven's word...they are powerful. Also, if you know a veteran...thank him for his service. It is because of the brave men and women that serve that we are able to enjoy the freedom we have.
I happened to see a video and follow up fun of the Lance Stephenson flop. SportsNation asked fans to put the "sleeping" Stephenson in different places. This is really funny, but the NBA was not as amused. Stephenson was fined $5000 for flopping. No word if he was fined for "sleeping" on the job!
Here is the live "flop" and nap...
Now that...is funny. Hope you enjoy as well!
That’s all I have today, but I will leave you with a bit of Jack Handey…
"Don't ever get your speedometer confused with your clock, like I did once, because the faster you go the later you think you are."
It makes me mad when people say I turned and ran like a scared rabbit. Maybe it was like an angry rabbit, who was going to fight in another fight, away from the first fight.
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Hello and welcome to another Wednesday of deep thoughts. Last Friday, we made our last trip to Edinburg to watch some Bronc baseball. One of the cool things about this season is watching my Mom and Dad connect with college baseball. It was a treat to have them join us for the Mother Day weekend series. Although we have been sorely lacking in rain; we managed to find the one of those dramatic thunderstorms that the southwest is famous for. Booming thunder with a spectacular lightening display rode with us the last 3 hours of our rides unbeaten string on Saturday in a game 3 to 1. The trio of Sam Street, Blake English and Alex Henson have a weekend ERA of 2.27, which is best in the WAC, second best in Texas and ninth best in the country. Blake English started the second game on Saturday and finished with a 2 to 0 complete game win. Alex Henson started the Sunday game, but gave way in the 5th inning for a procession of senior relief pitchers. It was 0 to 0 in the bottom of the 9th when senior Andy Fotuna hit his first career HR to send the crowd home happy.
The Broncs have one weekend series left at Northern Colorado next weekend…but my interest will no longer be what it once was. Last week, Blake told the coaches that he did not plan to come back to Pan Am next year. He assumed that he would be fulfilling his obligation this year before he moved on, but that is not how the coaches wanted to move forward. Since school is officially over, Sunday was Blake’s last game in a Pan Am uniform. I was proud to watch him support his teammates, even though he did not get any playing time. This year was a blast for Julie and I and I believe that this year was a valuable year for Blake’s maturity. Given the lack of depth at catcher, it was rather odd that Blake will not be traveling to Arizona for the conference tournament…but that decision was not his to make. Things work out for a reason and it is time to look to the future. Several JUCO coaches have been in touch with Blake about next year, so we will see what happens. It is great to have him home for a few weeks before he heads out to California for a summer of baseball.
Did you happen to see the bat flip that Puig had against Tim Hudson? I loved Hudson’s response when asked about the bat flip...: "He hit the piss out of it, so I probably would've flipped it too." I suppose that the bat flip is here to stay, so hopefully more pitchers will take Hudson’s stance about the flipping of the bat. Here is a guy in Japan that has taken the bat flip to a new level…
Most of you know that I love to watch the MLB channel. One of the analysts that I enjoy is Mitch Williams. After reading about Mitch’s antics while coaching a group of 12 year olds at the Ripken complex, I wonder if perhaps Mitch might be better off leaving coaching to someone with a more “professional” approach. Getting in an umps grill might be okay in the big leagues, it is not okay when coaching kids. I love you Mitch, but this is bad form…
Sports Illustrated used to do a section called "The Apocalypse" is upon us...(maybe they still do). This story sort of reminds me of that section. A former OU football player (Gabe Ikard) and his girlfriend enjoy attending the Oklahoma Thunder games using tickets that his girlfriend provides. The OU compliance office wanted to make sure that she was taking him to the game because she loved him the "right" way. The couple actually had to sign an autograph that they were dating for love and not because Ikard was a football player. To top it off, Ikard actually signed a professional contract with the Titans and is no longer an amateur player. It really is time for this nonsense to stop...
That’s all I have today, but I will leave you with a bit of Jack Handey…
"If you're a young Mafia gangster out on your first date, I bet it's real embarrassing if someone tries to kill you. "
"You know what's probably a good thing to hang on your porch in the summertime, to keep mosquitos away from you and your guests? Just a big bag full of blood."
Thanks for stopping by and feel free to leave a few deep thoughts of your own.