Manny Ramirez shoved a team traveling secretary to the ground in June and there was virtually no news about it and no response from fans. On Saturday, after hitting his 607th homerun, Ken Griffey Jr. made a throat slash gesture towards Jeff Brantley who was tucked safely away in his booth. Granted this was an on-field gesture and it was inappropriate but how does it get more attention than the Ramirez story? One reason is because Griffey has such a clean slate. But isn’t that sort of backwards? Shouldn’t we be able to forgive and forget easier since he has such a clean record? I think it’s more funny than anything else. No one was hurt. Sure he probably embarrassed himself but that’s at his own expense. I’m sure the Red Sox traveling secretary felt pretty humiliated when he got pushed to the ground by Manny. Manny’s actions held a level (albeit a small one) of actual physical violence. Griffey’s gesture could be perceived as a threat but… honestly? I see it as more of a “go to hell, Brantley” than any sort of threat. So while I do not approve of him doing it, I just don’t see why it’s such a big deal.
If you haven’t noticed, Brett Favre is reprising his role in Something About Mary.
Now, 10 years later. Favre retires a hero in Green Bay. Once again, he was the ideal. And once again, he attempted to return. And the Packers are doing their damned best to reject him.
As a resident of the blogosphere, I know it’s against the rules to ever compliment The Four Letters. I’m a rule-breaker though, so watch out.
I’m sure you’ve heard that ESPN launched a blog network to cover both the NFL and (relevant) college football. They’ve taken a bit of grief for it, because giving them grief is the cool and easy thing to do. Overall, the initial reaction could be deemed as skeptical.
The Arizona Cardinals have come up with a ticket plan called the “Protect the Nest Plan”. Because of this plan any person who wants to buy tickets to the Cardinals/Cowboys game must also buy tickets to the Cardinals preseason game against New Orleans. That immediately strikes me as stupid. Plus it seems like they’re saying “Whoa! When the Coyboys come here it’s almost like an away game! Those Cowboys are so amazing… What can we do to change that?” I feel like they’re making total fools of themselves with this plan and they’re showing no faith in their fans.
I mean, you didn’t see the Rays taking measure like this to prevent their home games against Boston and New York from turning into away(ish) games. Instead they played amazing baseball and suddenly all of their home games feel like home games. Arizona should learn from that instead of making total fools of them selves and disappointing their fans.
I just watched a catastrophic and thoroughly entertaining melt down in the top of the ninth at Minute Maid Park. Jose Valverde was brought in to close the game with the Astros leading 3-2. He promptly got a first out and things were looking good for the ‘Stros. I wanted the Astros to win, but honestly I enjoyed being there for this ending more than I would have enjoyed seeing them win 3-2.
Now I’m sure Batman fans everywhere are loving the turn the franchise has made, especially its latest rendition, “The Dark Knight.” But deep down, they’re utterly troubled.
“This flies in the face of the first the five Batman movies since 1989!” they think to themselves. “This is revisionist history!”
*Disclaimer* That’s completely untrue. No one is troubled in the least; they’re all glad to see those movies relegated to irrelevance.*
But to those confused, disheartened fans, I say: Take heart.
This is not revisionist history at all. I’m here to offer you a way to view the old movies that allows you to still appreciate their place in the Batman legend without worrying about a conflict between the new movies and the old.
I watched (half paid attention to) The Kingdom last night. As with any action movie, the narrative culminated in lots of explosions, automatic rifle fire and death. But none of the good guys died, and the hostage was saved. Time to leave the building.
As soon as I saw Jennifer Garner’s character take note of a child’s crying behind a door, I knew that they were about to take a detour, and the destination would be death.
Sure enough, the American’s sympathetic stalling led to the death of one of their number and two others besides.
But as I watched, I noted the cross-cutting between the three dying individuals. Mechanically, the incident provided the cursory death of a good guy, but thanks to the editing, it became something more.
It was a reminder that Over There, “good guys” and “bad guys” alike are dying for what they believe in. Maybe everyone is misguided; it doesn’t matter who is right or wrong.
Death is the common denominator.
It seems like Google can do no wrong, and from reading the story they haven’t. But in this economic climate, that couldn’t stop their stock from slipping by 7.6 percent. As a matter off fact, Google is still growing. It’s making more money than ever before; it’s just that it didn’t meet expectations.
And you’re the problem.
I hate making a post where the most important thing I’m posting is a link. I’d rather create than distribute. But I just read a really long article that talks about what life is really like for those kids who go door-to-door selling magazine subscriptions and it’s really shocking. And the journalist dove deep into the subject in an attempt to find the root of the problem and possible solutions. Sadly, I got the impression that the solution will not be found unless there is great public outcry. And maybe I can contribute a tiny bit to that public outcry. By posting a link.
A few days ago, for the first time since last year, I devoured a book. You know what I mean. It goes beyond not being able to put the book down. Every turned page feels like a wonderful revelation, and your inner-motor is operating solely to propel you through the book.
The book that did the trick most recently was Orson Scott Card’s Ender’s Game. I went in with fairly low expectations. I had taken my dad’s copy of the book, and he said he didn’t see what all the fuss was about. I read it a couple weeks later. In one sitting. I was up past six in the morning. If I had tried to sleep, I would have failed.
(If you haven’t read this book, don’t worry. No spoilers here. Eric hasn’t read it either, and I don’t want to ruin it for him.)