Friday, December 14, 2007

The Mitchell Report

The Mitchell Report has been released, yesterday in fact, breaking open the case on steroids in major league baseball and exposing all the players who have gained an unfair advantage by using performance enhancing drugs. Now we can expect some discipline and change.

Not so much.

All this report has done is name a few names to satisfy the righteous public and the oblivious Bud Selig, who still thinks he had nothing to do with the whole mess. It's all hearsay & conjecture which in an actual court of law is completely worthless. All it really does is throw 85 more players under the bus, trying to place blame, trying to make sense, trying to justify spending the money on the investigation that won't really garner an outcome of any significance. Some players named are long retired like David Justice & Lenny Dykstra. Some are still playing like Miguel Tejada & Andy Pettitte. Some are batters. Some are pitchers. Some like pina colada. Some like getting caught in the rain. It's all useless.

What exactly do they think is gonna come from all this? Suspensions? Okay. Asterisks? Ooooh. You can't 'take away' records. That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard. The homeruns were hit. The strikeouts occurred. You gonna say they never happened? And if they never happened now you're talking about going back and changing the outcome of games. Team records' change. Different teams go to the playoffs. Different teams win the World Series. I mean there are over 20 Yankees named from their glory years. Are they gonna march into Yankee Stadium and pry the World Series trophies out of George Steinbrenner's cold dead hands? It is just ridiculous to even suggest that taking away their records will be a solution. It may make you feel better about it, kinda sticking to those cheaters, but it sure is not a solution.

And that's only for the players that hold records like Barry Bonds & Roger Clemens. What about the 50 some odd names on the list that are relatively unknown or just merely mediocre players. What to do with them? What can we take away from them besides dignity? We can drag them thru the mud to make ourselves feel better about the whole situation. Or maybe we can use them to come to the conclusion that just simply using steroids does not make you a great player. You must actually have some talent to begin with.

And let's remember that these are only the names we've been given by one or two disgruntled trainers. I can't imagine this being anything but the tip of the iceberg. Hundreds of users will slip thru the net because they were smart enough not to get caught or pay for the steroids with a check with their name on it (Paul Lo Duca). This is a he said/he said conundrum that can't be held to any regard, especially not when deciding who goes into the Hall of Fame. I'd love to see people try and keep Roger Clemens out of the Hall of Fame. But you can't let Clemens in and not let public enemy #1 Barry Bonds in. If anything, the evidence against Clemens is more damning. He actually has someone who will testify to sticking a needle in his butt. They can barely get Bonds on purgery. I'm interested to see how that all plays out.

This whole era of baseball, since 1988, is being labeled as the Steroids Era. There. Be done with it. Players used steroids. No, not all, but most. So who cares anymore.? If you want it to stop then someone like, God help us, Bud Selig has to step up and change it. If you wanna be a famous baseball player, in the public eye, make thousands of dollars, be responsible for millions of dollars in revenue, then Yes, you should be held to a higher standard. Drug testing should not be beneath you. It is not an invasion of your privacy. It is a sterilization of the game you love & a leveling of the playing field.

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Do nothing. I for one don't really think pumping yourself full of steroids gives players more of an advantage then popping a handful ibuprofen before they head out the field. Just one is legal, one is not. One is controlled by the FDA, one is not. So that is not a baseball issue. It is a legal issue that has nothing to do with the speed of your fastball. So let them take steroids. Let's not pretend other sports don't cheat. There's HGH use in football, tennis, even golf! Let's not pretend we live in a world where there's no 'cheating' in politics, education, marriage. I know that's a little drastic, but is it not based on the same concepts & morals? And if you don't want the steroids in the highschools try paying a little more involved with your kids and not let them be raised by the television.

Let's not forget what this has done for baseball. Before the whole steroids business started baseball was floundering. Football was becoming the new pasttime. Enter steroids. Homerun records are broken. Players become giants. National attention redirected back to the baseball diamond. Baseball goes from a 1.3 billion to 6.2 billion dollar industry in under 10 years. All due to steroids apparently. Maybe that's why Selig kept his mouth shut for so long. Game saved. Money made.

The Mitchell Report is being fascinated over. But it's inability to be a complete list of every player ever to stick a needle in his buttocks, or lay out a reasonable and at the very least possible solution to this steroids issue renders it completely useless. Just a 409 page list of names. That's it. Did you know there were also some recommendations made by Mitchell on how to fix steroids debacle? No you didn't because all we care about are the names. Who can we point fingers at? At his press conference Mitchell could have been performing numbers from a Judy Garland cabaret and no one would have been the wiser because everyone was scurrying their greasy fingers past the substance to find the names. Names! More names! Barry finally has company.

Ok. So we got names. Now what?

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Christmas Flashback #1

Ok! Twelve days til Christmas! For a little countdown celebration I decided to post a holiday flashback photo, one of Laura, one of me, each day til the big day. Prepare to gasp...


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The Most Serene Republic @ Northstar Bar, Philadelphia PA, 12/12/07

It has been forever since we've seen a show, so when we saw that TMSR would be trompsing thru our neighborhood we couldn't resist. We even convinced Eric Brust to come down for the night, despite the fact that they'll be in Cambridge this weekend. He's crazy.

We wandered the streets, semi-lost, more unfamiliar, but stumbled upon a quaint little local pub, the Bishop's Collar, where we drank holiday beer. I had an amazing chicken burrito, Eric had a spicy meatloaf sandwich, and Fran ate hot wings disguised as mild wings.







Out of our comfort zone of venues in Atlanta, we didn't know what to expect, but the Northstar Bar was quite a cozy little joint. Decent array of beer on tap and delicious cheesy fries. The two opening acts were local, enough said, but we were so stoked for the Most Serenes that nothing could ruin this night.

They promptly took the stage and played all the 'hits' off their new spectacular album, including personal favorites Compliance, Humble Peasants, the exquisite Sherry & Her Butterfly Net, and closing appropriately with the anthemic Present of Future End.

Warning: I like to take the blurry concert photo. It's more representative of how I remember the show.
Sidenote: Apparently the Northstar Bar only has red lighting.

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They were many; they were benevolent; they were jovial; they were boisterous; they were very, very good. Fran wants to go see them again at the Mercury Lounge tomorrow night. She thinks they might play Proposition 61. We'll see what happens.

Got lost a little [again] trying to get back to the Ben Franklin Bridge, but it allowed us to see some of Philly including that giant closepin from that Eddie Murphy movie. Some beautiful buildings to see but we was tired, so we found the bridge, and crossed it.





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Today is gross. Wet and cold. I was hoping for snow. They're getting snow 30 minutes north. Cruel. Let's see what the weekend brings. I'm hoping for at least a grey Christmas. More updates to come today, Christmas themed. Oooooh

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Goodbye Falcons, Hello Razorbacks

I haven't mentioned anything about sports in awhile but I felt the urge to comment on the Bobby Petrino controversy today, since I did live in Atlanta for 5 years and probably spent more time in the Georgia Dome than he did.

That said... I don't blame Petrino one iota for bailing on the Falcons yesterday. This man is sitting here watching these idiot players wear "Free Mike Vick" t-shirts under their jerseys, and how dare they stamp their eye black with MV 7 Monday nite. That is stuff of respect and remembrance like NFL players were doing for Sean Taylor a couple weeks back, not for tree-smoking dog murderers. That's the most disrespectful thing I've seen in a long time. How embarassing.
These Falcons players are, in short, morons. Your boy Vick ain't coming back, and if you don't stand up and learn how to play football without your big brother there to keep the big bullies away you can count on losing 13 games. I'm surprised Petrino lasted this long.

And today DeAngelo Hall, the man who has been ridiculing Petrino's coaching style all season, makes a statement condemning Petrino, saying he's not a team player (OK Hall who single handedly lost that game against the Panthers thru penalties because he couldn't keep his prideful mouth shut) and that Petrino lied to team owner Arthur Blank (pretty sure your hero Vick did the exact same thing, only about murder). The irony.

Good for you Bobby Petrino. I'm happy for you too.

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Ok, that's all.

Happy 57th Birthday Luanne Estler





Christmas Prep (13 Days) / Cadets Banquet

I don't even know what day it is. The past 2 weeks have been a blur. I know I saw people and went places, but it's all fuzzy. Thank God for this blog. I've spent the past 24 hours organizing photos, readying them public viewing, and gathering Christmas music. It is that time. Soon the house will be filled with the smell of pine and boxes of shiny balls will be removed from the attic, so we need the appropriate soundtrack, and I think I've collected quite an array of holiday tunes. We got the classics; Bing, Frank, Burl, Perry, Charlie Brown, but also a ton of new stuff including traiditional Hungarian Christmas music & the Emmet Otter soundtrack.

Cadets banquet this weekend. The last one. I was anxious to get outta there. The novelty of "seeing everybody" has worn off. But the audition was refreshing. Finally, a good turn out, and some talent to boot. Along with some new pool partners and an actual bed in an actual hotel, this may have been the best December camp yet.

Some weekend photos:


Yeah Daniel's back!!


The beard is on track for the holiday.


Late night flag block


Don't let him fool you, Greg is a pool hall hustler.


This was trouble.


John had the most amazing shot I've ever seen!


If that's not the most precious Christmas card, I don't know what is.


Old Friends, Love Her


Greg was ready to go too. I just really like this photo.

So much to do in the next 13, no 12, NO! 11 days!! I hope we make it. Holidays come so fast when you're old. But never fear, the posts will be plentiful, may get up to twice a day a few times. We must satisfy our dedicated readers, I think we're up to double digits now. And who knows, maybe I can finally get the little lady back on here since she hasn't written since JULY!!!

She says hi by the way.

Friday, December 7, 2007

Home From GA, Home To Snow

We are back from Georgia. That was a quick visit. Quick but fulfilling. Highlights including gift shopping, family reunion, family photo to mark the family reunion, chi treatment, Michigan rummy, puppy suits, Play-Doh & free drinks on the plane (thanks Delta lady). A full photo recap will follow shortly.

We did come home to snow! My first snow in like 6 years and even longer for Laura. Not a full-on / grab-your-snow-shovel / stock-your-cupboard / call-the-police snow, but there is white on the ground. It's enough to remind me why I love it up here. Let's hope this winter is nice and white.

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So Laura is at work, since six this morning. I am doing laundry and repacking for another camp weekend. Leaving soon to pick up April & Co. at the Philly airport. Banquet this weekend. May be the last of it's kind. I may actually get dressed up for it, or at least my version of dressed up. We'll see.

So this is just a check-in, and if you've been following the blog at all you know we have alot of photos to put up from our recent endeavors. This is going to be a pretty slow week (for me at least) so be ready to be bombarded. It's gonna be update city, which I think is somewhere in Idaho.

Tuesday, December 4, 2007

An "Experience" Camp

An experience indeed. But as opposed to the previous few years, this was actually a fairly positive experience. Good kids, some actual talent, a few duds, and some Caballero alumni. Who could go wrong? We attempted to recreate the brilliance of Fiona Apple's "Fast As You Can" from years back, with less than stellar results, but sometimes with these camps it's just about survival. Ours not theirs.

And survive we did, with the help of two of our brandy newest staff members, fresh from the performance field; Brian Forte & Eric Babula. I am more than ecstatic to have these guys on the team since they're probably two of my favorite members since I started teaching way back in 2000. I feel they are a perfect fit, just what we needed.

This is them:
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Obviously it wasn't all work. We managed to fit in some bar time (those Carney's Point pubs are a real hotspot) and work on our pool table skills creating a four-man simultaneous attack style of 8-ball.

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And gosh darn it, wouldn't ya know, we were able to get our hands on a Photo Hunt machine and you know we topped our scores from last year, getting more creative with our codenames, we are Kickout & Pygmalion.

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Just wait til we have Michelle next weekend. She's a real eagle-eye.

As for us: We are off to Georgia in the morning. Actually in 2 hours. I just finished packing and have decided trying to sleep at this point is futile. Besides, sleeping on the plane is magical, like instant transportation. Heading down to Georgia for the Krupp family Christmas celebration. Very excited to see everyone and take a family photo (don't worry it'll be up on here soon)...

...along with literally a TON of photos from this past week when we took Matt & Christina into the New York City. The mission was to see as much of NYC as we could in just two short days and Oh Boy! did we walk those streets til our feet bled. I'm gonna have to figure a way to post the photos accordingly so we can all get the full experience. Maybe one a day for the next few years.

Let's start now with a little teaser:

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Are you salivating?