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Jason Giambi: no cautionary tale here
Going into tonight's road game against the Oakland A's, in which manager Joe Torre gave him a "pity start," Giambi was hitting .192, with three home runs and a measly six RBI, in 28 games. (Over the course of an entire season, that projects to a .195 batting average!) Quite the come-down for a man who as recently as 2001 hit .342, with 38 HR's and 120 RBI (.660 SA), while playing half his games in a pitcher-friendly park. And that was arguably a down year from his 2000, where he hit only .330, but with career best 43 HR's and 137 RBI. Giambi cashed in on those monster years in Oakland when he signed a seven-year, $120 million contract with the New York Yankees.
Then, in 2003, Giambi testified before the BALCO grand jury, reportedly admitting to steroid use, and his numbers have not been the same since.
Giambi never was a particularly well-conditioned athlete (in other words, he's no Barry Bonds). He's shrunk up like a leaky balloon since the BALCO testimony, which is consistent with one getting off the 'roids. He's also 34 years old, an age that it is not unexpected for a professional athlete to noticeably decline. And he has not even completed the halfway point of the obscene long term contract the Yanks gave him in response to losing the '01 World Series to the Arizona D-Backs.
Giambi had a remarkable six-year run from 1998 to 2003. Triple digit RBI each year. OPS over 1.000 in 2001, 2001, and 2002. Not a long enough stretch to be Hall of Fame worthy, but it got him a $120 million contract, TV commercials, fame and (I would guess) babes. So, at age 34, he no longer can cut it as a major leaguer. And that's supposed to be a cautionary tale?
More like a walking billboard for the juice, unfortunately. Giambi represents a Faustian bargain that many many young players will still find inviting. And if we can't be honest about this, then how do we ever expect to discourage steroid use when Giambi is horribly miscast for the role of "cautionary tale." Steroids may have dangerous long term health consequences, but Giambi's not yet a canary in this particular coalmine. He's merely a ballplayer who's declining numbers happened right on schedule, but perhaps a bit more steeply.
And, by the way, he's not coming back. He's 34. This is the second terrible year in a row for him, even worse than the last (.208 BA and 12 HR's in just 80 games). It's over.
Sainthood for the Great John Paul II
Normally, a person is not eligible to be considered for sainthood until at least five years have passed since passage from life to death. John Paul II went to the next life only a month ago.
I trust the Church absolutely on the idea of saint-making, or, more appropriately, saint-recognition. If anyone in the last thousand years is more worthy of an accelerated saint-declaration process than Karol Wojtyla, I am not aware. But still, need there be an accelerated process at all? Even for the Great John Paul II and, as worthy, Mother Teresa?
The Catholic Church does not "create" saints. It merely recognizes ones whose deeds following death cause us to know that they are in Heaven. If you believe this, as I do, then the purpose of the five-year "cooling off period" is in place to prevent the emotions of the moment from being confused with the directives from the Holy Spirit. The mixed emotions are not in regard to either John Paul II or Mother Teresa. It is fear of future line-drawing. These two are obvious candidates. But will the next candidate for accelerated sainthood be on par with these two? (And, indeed, how could he? or she?)
Pope Benedict XVI and the saint-making machinery at the Vatican know better than I. I trust them to do what is right. Nevertheless, I have some trepidation about accelerating the number of accelerations, notwithstanding the obvious sainthood of the Great John Paul II.
Sweden under jihad: no wonder it's called the "Stockholm Syndrome"
Apparently, internal Swedish muslim groups are calling for terror attacks within Sweden, including Theo Van Gogh/Pim Fortuyn style murders against anyone daring to speak ill of Islam. Crime is out of control in immigrant-filled cities such as Malmö, with the police having surrendered (leaving innocent immigrants at the mercy of the internal Islam terrorists).
This isn't just dhimmitude: the recognition that non-Muslims should be accorded significantly lower status in an Islamic Republic (as Sweden seemingly aspires to be). This is the aptly named Stockholm Syndrome: the psychological pathology that hostages eventually come to identify more with their captors than with their community. Swedish civil society is being held captive by Islamofascist thugs and Sweden's ruling elite reacts by crying for Swedes to surrender faster.
The myth of Scandanavian prosperity has long since been punctured. Multiculturalism will be the next myth to die in the frozen soil of the Land of the Midnight Sun.
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50-1 shot wins Kentucky Derby
What a boring Derby. The 20-horse field stayed bunched together way too tight for way too much of the race. It was too difficult to follow.
To make matters worse, the winning horse was named for the progeny of Sting. The insufferable Sting. NOw in the sports history books.
Guilty pleasure Saturday: "So Hard to Be in Love with You" - Daryl Hall & John Oates
Unlike other Hall & Oates LPs, the album cuts on Voices are even better than most of the singles. My favorite track is the overlooked "So Hard to Be in Love with You." The harmonies are intricate and done to perfection. Present is the new wave influence of the ahead-of-its-time X-Static, especially in the opening drum lick that sounds a lot like that from the new wave/disco classic "Mystery Achievement" from The Pretenders.
The song is a silly nothing about being in a relationship with someone who travels a lot internationally. It's not typical rockstar "life on the road" drivel because the singer is the one who is homebound; the song is sung to the jet-setter, not by him. But so what? The lyrics are just an excuse to exercise the wonderful instrument that is the voice of Daryl Hall, complemented perfectly by his swarthy partner John Oates. A wonderful song o' the day.
Boomtown Rats - "Keep It Up"
The Rats were nominally a punk band, a very melodic punk band. Their best songs sound like Bob Dylan tearing through the Van Morrison catalog, as each artist was both lyrically and sonically a great influence on these Irish popsters. Rat music never sounded better than on these remasterings. The band sounds quite professional and polished, without a hint of slickness.
Their third LP, The Fine Art of Surfacing, was their artistic breakthrough. The first two LPs were masterpieces of pop hook-laden DIY (do it yourself) punk. Surfacing represents a great advancement in songwriting and musical craftsmanship. There are so many great songs, many quite intricate and deep ltrically, but for a catchy bit of pure pop fluff, "Keep It Up" is a winner. Song o' the day, material, I tell ya.
Amazon has the import CD for $25.99. That's a lot, but this one is worth a premium. Would be nice for a record label to do a domestic release at a nice discount. I couldn't wait for that day, though, so I bought mine from a British store off the invaluable GEMM site.
Putting aside the critical issue of who, precisely, was the Silly Party and who was the Sensible Party (the Liberal Democrats, apparently, would have been the Very Silly Party, or would that have been Sinn Fein), here's what I do not understand about the 2005 British elections that just saw Tony Blair returned to power with (New) Labour getting 356 seats (56 percent of the Parliament) on just 36 percent of the popular vote.
Labour performed disappointingly, worse than expected.
The Tories did worse than expected.
The Liberal Democrats did worse than expected.
No minor party really did anything other than the expected.
So how do you have an election in which every party, every candidate, has under-performed? Unless the consensus of the experts was that the three parties would divvy up 120 to 130 percent of the vote, and win a combined total of 740 seats in a 646-seat parliament, how is this possible? How can everyone do worse than expected? Please explain, someone, British electoral politics.
Chris Isaak - "Livin' for Your Lover"
Chris Isaak released Silvertone in 1985, just as new wave and the new romantics was dying, but before "alternative" had been commercialized into a distinct genre. It sounded like nothing else that was happening in 1985. Truth be told, it sounded like nothing else that had been released since approximately my birth at the dawn of the '60s. The rockabilly "Gone Ridin'" was getting airplay on Washington's then-great WHFS (and, if memory serves, on MTV's 120 Minutes, or (better yet) USA's Night Flight, great video show that I think were still on the air then). I saw Isaak in concert at the 930 Club, wearing what I would later learn was called a "Nudie Suit," with his great supporting band of guitarist James Calvin Wilsey, bassist Rowland Salley, and drummer Kenney Dale Johnson. He looked, as well as sounded, like nothing I was listening to at the time. The concert was great. Not only was the music hot, but he was a riot, with his in-between song monologues.
I became a fan for life. The brief Silvertone -- even with a bonus track on the CD it still clocks in under 40 minutes -- never gets old for me. It is such an exuberant downer of an LP. Yeah, it's stylized, but it's a sincere and loving homage to so much great music from the cusp of the 50s/60s. Despite the blue mood, it never gets tiresome. It's probably my favorite CD I own.
"Livin' for Your Lover" is the closest things get to an update track. Not that that means anything. E.g., two tracks later is "Funeral in the Rain," a great song, but not the quicker-picker-upper, if you know what I mean.
Chris Isaak also is one of my all-time favorite live performers. I definitely would watch his show over and over. And he's coming to Las Vegas: June 2-8 at the MGM Grand. I'll be there for at least one show. Having a grand time.
Which means I am going to Montevideo, Uruguay
Ever since I did a seventh grade social studies report on Uruguay, I wanted to visit this country. Why? Why not! Should I hit southern Brazil (Rio de Janeiro!) en route? Do I need to visit Argentina while I'm in the neighborhood, or will Montevideo have all the charm of Buenos Aires without the snobbery (and traffic fatalities)?
As I did the day-by-day selecting out vacation spots, Montevideo was one of the places that I kept hoping I would not eliminate. When it made the final two, I knew I was going to pick some place great. I picked the great international option.
I'm not going to New Madrid, Missouri
Only two envelopes left in the jar. Either one would make a great vacation. I pulled out one, the last to be eliminated, leaving the vacation choice in the jar. I'm not going to New Madrid, Missouri.
New Madrid is fascinating to me, given that it's the unlikely spot for the most powerful earthquakes to ever strike the conterminus United States. I know they've long since repaired the damage done in the 1811 and 1812 quakes (except that done to the course of the Mississippi River), but still, it would have been great to get a look at the landscape from one of the most interesting geological events in U.S. history. It would have been the centerpiece of great trip through the Heartland. Of course I would have driven up to St. Louis and taken in a Cardinals baseball game![*]
But it's not happening in Year 45.
Footnote: [*] The Cardinals, by the way, are now 5.5 games in front in the NL Central and, at 18-8, are the only team in their division with a winning record. It looks like the Central Battle may be over.
City Boy - "The Violin"
My CD collection has one thing in common with "Canadian Content" radio stations. I own my records that sound just like classic Top 40 pop music, yet is something that regular people just haven't heard much. City Boy is one such group.
City Boy was a six-man British "prog-pop" group, i.e., they made hook-laden pop music that was deeply rooted in 1970s British "progressive rock" scene. They had a minor U.S. hit in 1978, "5-7-0-5," (#27 U.S. pop) off 1978's Book Early. But their best effort, far and away, was 1976's Dinner at the Ritz, an absolute hidden masterpiece of 1970's British pre-new wave pop. Dinosaur pop at the dawn of the punk era.
Every song is a gem. "The Violin" stands out. It is about as non-traditional of rock song material as it gets. An old woman. A violin. Let's rrrrraaaawwwwwwwck! It's gentle and delicate. It's respectful and reflective, without being maudlin or condescending toward its subject. It's great pop music.
Today's song o' the day, "The Violin," is dedicated to the best violinist who I ever had as a friend.
Does the Catholic Church need "de-homosexualizing"?
Though I rarely disagree with him, I strongly disagree with his brief essay on "De-Homosexualizing" The Catholic Clergy. We all have our particular, individualized crosses that we must bear. For some, it might be a temper, or being prone to violence. For others, it might be gambling, or being prone to substance abuse. It might be sexual. It might be women. Or men. Each of us is tempted by some sins more than others. And I do not think that a priest should be judged by which sins he is more tempted to commit than others, especially if the actual temptation is being overcome and the sin has not been committed.
As long as the priest remains celibate and is faithful and committed to the true teachings of the One Holy Catholic and Apostolic Church, what does it matter what particular cross he must bear? Put it this way: some are tempted by Brad Pitt, others by Jennifer Aniston. I don't want my priest telling me that he finds either of them "hot". There's just no good reason for it ever to come up in the course of a homily. It doesn't matter which, when his head hits the pillow at night, which one he sees in his dreams.
On the other hand, though, rather than Brad or Jen, if the one he is seeing in his dreams is Angelina Jolie, well, that's downright scary ... and that may be a reason to exclude someone from the priesthood.
I'm not going to Medicine Hat, Alberta!
But as this has gone on over the last few weeks, I realized that I really have no interest in some of the places. For example, Costa Rica. I'm sure Costa Rica is berautiful: the landscape, the architecture, the people. But, now that I think about it, since I like to travel alone, the beautiful beaches and jungles would be deadly dull. For me. I don't surf. I don't snorkel. I don't climb. This is a place that would be a perfect vacation spot for so many people. I now know I'm not one of them. As you would say in a relationship break-up, it's not you, Costa Rica, it's me.
Of all the options, the one I grew to really intensely dislike was Medicine Hat, Alberta. I love the name, still. I've been to Mexican Hat, Utah, had an absolutely grand time there (seriously, Goosenecks State Park is an awesome (as in "awe-inspiring) site, as is nearby Monument Valley). Medicine Hat would have been the perfect bookend, no?
I have problems with Canada. (See, e.g., Bruce Cockburn - "Peggy's Kitchen Wall," supra.) I thought Alberta, being the most U.S.-like of all the provinces, could be fun. Drive to Medicine Hat, then drive up to Calgary and over to Banff (where I had been before, but certainly could enjoy again). Maybe even head up to Jasper. But that would entail spending money in Canada, and paying taxes to support the duplicitous Liberal Party banana republic type corruption.
I could have made an Alberta vacation work. I probably would have concentrated on Montana. I could have taken in the famous Cut Bank, Montana, Giant Penguin (which, really, should have been the vacation destination and not Medicine Hat, in the first place). But Medicine Hat, which made the final three, did not make the final two.
Momentum building for real filibusters
The Dems say all that they want is to debate President Bush's judicial nominations. As a result, we have no debate and not enough judicial vacancies being filled. Worst of both worlds. (If you want to attribute this to the utter lack of leadership skills on the part of Senate Majority Leader Bill Frist, who has allowed Harry Reid - Harry Reid! - to run rings around himself - well, I would not offer a counter-argument.)
The Dems want debate? Then it should be debate that we shall have. Return the traditional filibuster to its intended state, before Sen. Robert Byrd (D-Ku Klux Klan) in a naked display of power politics unilaterally changed the filibuster rule to allow these pretend filibusters. As TigerHawk said:
The prospect of John Kerry, Hillary Clinton or Ted Kennedy bloviating for hours on C-SPAN would deter filibusters except when the stakes are dire, if for no other reason than the risk that long debate wouldIf you don't want cloture on a debate, then debate. This is a two-fer. (1) The Dem filibusterers look like idjits on C-SPAN 24/7 droning on and on about particular judicial nominees (how many hours before the remarks against Janice Rogers Brown sounds like unadulterated racism straight outta Bob Byrd KKK past?) and (2) the business of the Senate grinds to a halt. For us small government conservatives, that means they can't do any harm.
create a huge amount of fodder for negative advertising. If Frist were to enact the "reform" of the filibuster instead of its repeal, he would sieze the high ground. He could take the position that the Republicans are merely rolling back the "worst excesses" of the long period of Democratic majority in the Congress, and that filibusters will still be possible if Senators are willing to lay it all on the line.
I'm not going to the Galapagos Islands of Ecuador
Just three to go.
Bruce Cockburn - "Peggy's Kitchen Wall"
Let's face it, Cockburn is really nothing more than an overtly political Gordon Lightfoot:
1. Both are Canadian.
2. Both are, ostensibly, folk singers.
3. Both sing in the same resonant monotone.
4. There's not a lot happening melodically in even their best songs.I discovered Cockburn in the early 1980's. Cockburn's masterpiece, Stealing Fire, was released the same year as I took my first visit into Canada (for a Blue Jays game at the old Exhibition Stadium). I thought Stealing Fire was great. As this was still early in the Reagan Era, my politics had not shifted hard right (I'm a neo-conservative, meaning that I am "neo" to being conservative, meaning I once was a lib.) I thought Toronto was great, too. Just like America, only cleaner and more polite.
As the 1980s continued, I bought Cockburn LPs, but I was enjoying them less and less. The tunes were getting flatter; the lyrics lefter and preachier. And I started to notice that Canada was not as much fun. The smugness was getting to me.
By the mid 1990s, I had enough of both. This, of course, does not detract from the fact that Stealing Fire is a great record. Several of the cuts are great, like today's song o' the day, "Peggy's Kitchen Wall." A few, like the preachy "Nicaragua" or "Dust and Diesel" are clunkers/filler. This is the one Bruce CD worth owning. Alldirect has it with some bonus tracks for $11.88. Yeah, he's insufferable now, but that does not detract from the quality of his early 80s recordings. Just like I would not enjoy Toronto or Montreal now, but that doesn't detract from how much I enjoyed my trips to those towns back in the day.
I'm not going to the Kona Coast of Hawaii
If I could afford Maui or Kauai, I'd go there. But, since I can't, I'm under the impression that the Big Island is the only option for the budget traveler. Maybe I'm wrong. But I won't find out in Year 45. My vacation selection is down to the Final Four. And the Kona Coast did not make the cut.