Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Coach: An athletic instructor

For some reason this definition has been lost.  It had been replaced with the definition:  to head an athletic team to insure that your child gets first dibs on playing time, positions, and overall favoritism in all matters pertaining to the aforementioned team. Lost is the art of teaching fundamentals.  Lost is the fun of playing game.  It has got to the point where it just sickens me.  Kids that may not have parents to teach them how to play the game or parents have to work, get tossed aside,and given the minimum playing time.  Coaches don't coach anymore.  They make up a line up and play the kids that have already achieved advanced skills.  Growing up, we had coaches.  They helped you learn the basic skills that you need to play the game.  On rare occasions, it was teammates father.  Yes, JCSA I'm looking at you but you're not the only one.  I've witnessed it at a church "Upward" league this year.  It's like some compulsion, "WE HAVE TO WIN!!"  Ridiculous.  "I'm going to work with these five and the rest of you go in the outfield and shag flyballs."  That's great coach.  Parents payed $75 to watch their kid sit the bench for all but 2 innings while the same kids play every inning of every game.  You're not teaching them to learn the game, you're teaching to hate the game.  Now, not all coaches are like that, but I'd say most are.  When I coached I rotated players to where most kids would sit at least once. It wasn't hard and I don't feel it cost us anything in the way of wins or losses.  No, I'm not greatest coach.  Far from it.  But I taught fundamentals.  It's comical when coaches get upset over a play because they didn't teach them what to do in that particular situation.  Coaches, COACH.  Quit worrying about getting your kid to the big leagues.  There are over 300,000,000 people in the United States, this year about 800 will play in the bigs.  You figure the odds since your not doing anything anyway.

This was what was on my mind today.

Sunday, May 22, 2011

The Disappearance of Megan Maloie

With toys scattered about the yard, no one seem to notice the empty tricycle sitting on the sidewalk with it's front tire tilted sideways, gently resting on the grass.  Nor did anyone stop to help when her mother, Janie, who had just awakened from an impromptu nap, frantically raceing around her house inside and out desperately seeking her 3 year old daughter, who was no where to be found.  After the police had arrived and interviewed the "witnesses", they had come  to one conclusion.  There had been an unknown but inconspicuous burgundy sedan seen in the area.  Megan was last seen wearing jean shorts and an white princess tee-shirt.

Chapter 1.

to be continued....

Friday, May 20, 2011

Catching up- A month's worth of Blogs in 1

My schedule was come to the point where I don't have time to write.( or I am just too tired to do it)  I have had several ideas but just haven't gotten them typed.   Here are a few snippets.

A few days ago a co-worker and I got to talking about "Macho Man" Randy Savage.  Now today, we find out that we died in a car wreck.  It's kind of eerie.  I hadn't thought about him in a while.  I used to try to keep up with what he was doing via the internet but I haven't for some time now.  I have watch him wrestle since I was about 6 years old.  He was ICW champion which was on channel 3 late Friday night. His brother "Leaping" Lanny Poffo and his father "The Miser" Angelo Poffo were also on the show. His then wife Elizabeth was the interview girl.  Three phrases that I mimic of his are "Ohhhh yeahhh", "Can you dig it?" and from his ICW days "PADUCAH, KENTUCKY."  He has always been one of my favorite wrestlers.  It's sad that today's wrestling can't hold a candle to the golden days.  RIP Randy Poffo you were the best.

I suppose if you are reading this, the world hasn't ended.  It pretty easy to call these doomsayers "crackpots."  At some point these prophecies have to end.  No one knows when the ending will be and Jesus said it would be "like a thief in the night."  Not too many thieves give out clues as when the deed will be done.   I suppose that if people keeping guessing dates eventually someone will get it right albeit out of luck.  I guess the question should be "When He comes, where will you spend eternity?"  In short, get yourself right today.  It's never too late; until it's too late.

My family went home to Mount Vernon for Easter.  In my second blog that I wrote " that I wonder what feelings I would have?"  Well...unfortunately  it was no longer home.  I did enjoy seeing my family and friends.  I enjoyed watching my kids play in the same creek that I used to.  It did rain an awful lot. That kind of made things crappy.  We had a hard time finding things to do.  Needless to say we were happy to return to Baton Rouge which is now home.

This is the Reader's Digest version of what could have been written.  Lost in my brain was the blog entitled " The Return of Bitchy Shane".  Maybe it will fall out one of these days.  If we are still here that is.

This was what was on my mind today.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

The night the love affair died

It had been  years since I had first seen her.  I saw her every once in while and I would get to enjoy her charm.  I would spend all my money on her only to leave her again.  As the years went by, I saw her less.  She never seemed to be where I was.  Even if I looked for her, usually she was not to be found.  But the times that we spent together, I thought were wonderful.  Then it happened.  It all came to an end.

The year was 2008.  It would be the last time I would see her.  I ran into her unexpectedly.  I couldn't recall the last time that I had been in her presence.  It would be awkward at first but we soon fell into our old pattern.  It was in a pizza place in Belleville Il, I can't recall the name.  I saw her and walked up to her.  I placed my hand upon her familiar frame and so it began.  Midway through, something was different.  I was feeling....bored.  How could this be?  I had loved her for 25 years.

This last meeting had lasted longer than any other.  But this time was different.and it would change me forever.

Never had I placed a quarter into Ms. Pacman and had gotten so far.  Maze after maze, it seemed such a blur.  The Chase, the marriage, the stork dropping the the baby bundle, these were all scenes that I seen before.  As I blazed through the early mazes, I kept wondering what would be next.  All the years, all of the attempts were leading to a climax that I could barely withstand.  And then.. and then... nothing.  Huh?  The mazes stopped changing.  What!?!  There were no new scenes to watch.   The anticipation had turned to devastation.  She wasn't who I thought she was.  All of the money that I had spent on her.. wasted.  All of the years..I couldn't get back.  How could this be?

Nevertheless, this night had to pass.  So I played on.  Eventually, I switched to playing left handed, just for a challenge.  And as the lives dropped one by one, so did the love I had for this game. 

Ms. Pacman ruined me.  No fond memories remain.  I have since lost most interest in video games.  What once was fun and carefree, now seem to be pointless and a waste of time.  My boys always want me to play and I will for a while but the fun is not there.  Maybe I'm just too old or maybe it's the endless lives and tries that you get today.  Whatever the reason may be, there will not be another Ms. Pacman for me.

This was what was on my mind today.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Yeah, I am a little pissed off

It's been a while since I've blogged anything.  My last post got a whopping 15 hits.  Good thing I do this as a hobby and not for money.  Thanks to the 15 who read it.  But that's not why I'm pissed off.


I am so tired of the division in this country.  Everything comes down to the party lines. 

I used to say " I was a democrat, until I grew up" I now need to add to that: "I was a republican, until I wised up".  I don't fit into either one of those parties.  Reminds me of Chris Rock saying "Crime, I'm conservative. Prostitution, I'm liberal."  I'm not saying that I'm for prostitution, it's just a funny bit of his.

Here are the facts.  President Clinton had a chance to get bin Laden in Africa.  He didn't get it done.  President Bush had a chance to get him.  He didn't.  President Obama, did. 

I've stated before that I voted for Bush twice and did not vote for Obama but probably will in 2012.  Now, I know President Barack Obama did not dress in all black, grab his sniper rifle, hop in to his Bat-copter, fly to Pakistan, take out the guards and give bin Laden his due.  I know that.  Everyone knows that.  So why do people in this country want to create the argument that Obama didn't do it.  We know he didn't.  But under his direction it was done.  Yes, Clinton started it, Bush did lay the ground work and Obama mopped up.  It was an total American effort.

So why am I pissed?  Party Lines that's why. 

Why do people run for public office?  To make a difference?  To have power?  It doesn't matter. It seems that once they get elected or maybe even before that, they whore themselves out to the highest bidder.  Look at all the money that is raised for the elections.  That's not donations. That's buying future services.  Congress can't get anything done because of the party lines.  Individuals can not vote how they want because others in their party owe companies or other individuals favors.  So they're forced to vote right down the party line, as not to upset the aforemention companies or individuals.  Take for instance Senator Joe Lieberman.  He was a democratic senator.  Al Gore picked him as his VP candidate. Later he had democrats try to take his senate seat because he didn't vote the way he was supposed to.  He would win and keep his seat as an independent.  Take that, bitches!
More people should grow some balls and vote how they want and not how others tell them.  Quit whoring yourself.  Tell them "Thanks for your contribution but I'm still voting however I want."  Of course it will hurt your campaign funds but it's the right thing to do.  Are you man or woman enough to do it?

The whole bin Laden issue is really a non-issue.  Let's stop trying to make it one.

This was what was on my mind today.