8.13.2006

Can I get an "Amen" from the bobbleheads?


Yeah ... I know ... lame ... but bobbleheads are a new passion.

You work for a sports media company, you have to have all sorts of crap like this on your desk. Kind of like a badge of honor. So, amid the computer termainals and media guides, you will find ...

...A stuffed talking AFLAC duck wearing a White Sox batting helmet. (One has nothing to do with the other ... the duck was a gift from the Associated Press folks that transferred from New York and the White Sox helmet came from a cupcake. True story.)

...An Albert Pujols Chirstmas ornament. For the Cardinals fan in you.

...A Todd McFarlane sculpture of former 1960's and 1970's Montreal Canadiens star Yvan Cournoyer. That was from a co-worker who found it for $1.99 in South Bend, Ind.

...A set of four Milwaukee Brewers nesting dolls -- J.J. Hardy, Prince Fielder, Rickie Weeks and Bill Hall.

The bobblehead collection, though, is modest: Former Milwaukee Brewers star Cecil Cooper has been immortalized in sculpture as has 1970s Cincinnati Reds star shortstop Davey Concepcion, the latter picked up Wednesday when I drove to Ohio to meet Rob on his way to Arizona and watch the Cardinals lose to the Reds thanks to a walkoff homer by David Ross off Jason Bleepin' Isringhausen.

It's also contagious. Rob, possibly the biggest baseball fan I know, was on his way to Texas to see the Rangers and Mariners on Friday night ... Jim Sundberg bobblehead night.

Next up -- Sept. 2 and back to Milwaukee for Robin Yount bobblehead night.

8.02.2006

And the results ....

All clear ... just a benign mole, and I will follow up in six months.

The wait goes on ...

I had the stitches removed from my arm Tuesday, but they did not have the biopsy results yet. So, for now, I wait a little longer to see what shakes out.

7.23.2006

Better safe than sorry, I suppose

I had a biopsy on Saturday.

Yes, you read that correctly.

I suppose I should be freaking out more, but I'm really not. I was at a dermatologist for another issue -- also not major -- when he saw a mole on my left triceps that not a correct color.

He told me they were going to do a biopsy -- just to be on the safe side -- the same way you would tell someone chicken was on sale at the local Meijer or that the Cubs suck.

Local anesthetic, check ... 6 mm dermal punch to take a notch out of my arm, check ... couple of stitches with 4-0 silk, check ... I'll know what's going on around Aug. 1.

Cancer, unfortunately, runs in my family. My mother, 82 in September, beat it twice -- including growths that resulted in the loss of her larynx and vocal cords. My aunt, Rose, lost a four-year battle with intestinal cancer in 1984.

In 1949, my grandfather on Dad's side, died of stomach cancer at either 63 or 64 when that kind of diagnosis was a death sentence. Sad to say, unless a certain member of my family cuts down or quits smoking, she's on her way to a lung cancer diagnosis for sure.

For now, though, it's just a time to wait. When I know, you all will know.

7.05.2006

This just in: the "No Shit" award of 2006



So, I'm floating around the Internet last night, hours after seeeing Kobayashi wolf down almost 54 hot dogs, and I come across this gem from Associated Press writer Lindsey Tanner ...

FAT PEOPLE NOT MORE JOLLY, STUDY SAYS

CHICAGO - Fat people are not more jolly, according to a study that instead found obesity is strongly linked with depression and other mood disorders.

Whether obesity might cause these problems or is the result of them is not certain, and the research does not provide an answer, but there are theories to support both arguments.

Depression often causes people to abandon activities, and some medications used to treat mental illness can cause weight gain. On the other hand, obesity is often seen as a stigma and overweight people often are subject to teasing and other hurtful behavior.

The study of more than 9,000 adults found that mood and anxiety disorders including depression were about 25 percent more common in the obese people studied than in the non-obese. Substance abuse was an exception — obese people were about 25 percent less likely to abuse drugs or alcohol than slimmer participants.

The results appear in the July issue of Archives of General Psychiatry, being released Monday. The lead author was Dr. Gregory Simon, a researcher with Group Health Cooperative in Seattle, a large nonprofit health plan in the Pacific Northwest.

The results "suggest that the cultural stereotype of the jolly fat person is more a figment of our imagination than a reality," said Dr. Wayne Fenton of the National Institute of Mental Health, which funded the study.

"The take-home message for doctors is to be on the lookout for depression among their patients who are overweight," Fenton said.

Both conditions are quite common. About one-third of U.S. adults are obese, and depression affects about 10 percent of the population, or nearly 21 million U.S. adults in a given year.

Previous studies produced conflicting results on whether obesity is linked with mental illness including depression, although a growing body of research suggests there is an association.

This latest study helps resolve the question, said Dr. Susan McElroy, a psychiatry professor at the University of Cincinnati and editor of a textbook on obesity and mental disorders.

"This is a state-of-the-art psychiatric epidemiology study that really confirms that there is, in fact, a relationship," she said.

The study was based on an analysis of a national survey of 9,125 adults who were interviewed to assess mental state. Obesity status was determined using participants' self-reported weight and height measurements.

About one-fourth of all participants were obese. Some 22 percent of obese participants had experienced a mood disorder including depression, compared with 18 percent of the nonobese.

McElroy said the study bolsters previous research suggesting that drug and alcohol abuse are less common in the obese. One reason might be that good-tasting food and substances of abuse both affect the same reward-seeking areas of the brain, McElroy said. Why some people choose food as a mood-regulator and others drugs or alcohol is uncertain, she said.

The study found the relationship between obesity and mental illness was equally strong in men and women, contrasting with some previous research that found a more robust link in women.

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OK ... they needed a study to prove this?

Don't get me wrong, I don't ever forget the size I used to be, and I am thankful to this day that the medical technology exists that allowed me to slim down.

Take it from someone who lived it most of his life: you eat too much because you're depressed. You're depressed because of the way you look. You eat more to combat the depression. You gain weight. You get more depressed.

Thanks for the tip!

7.03.2006

KA-BOOOOOOOM



A happy and safe 4th of July from the Windy City!

6.18.2006

Checking in



Yeah, yeah, yeah ... I know -- I've let this get away from me again. Truth is, I really have not had much to write about, and there hasn't really been a lot of there that I have wanted to throw my two cents in on.

I suppose one thing I could write about is the Oilers coming back from 3-1 down to force Game 7 of the Stanley Cup finals on Monday in North Carolina against the Hurricanes. I didn't see this coming. With Dwayne Roloson out with a knee injury and rookie Cam Ward doing his best Patrick Roy imitation, I thought for sure Edmonton was done.

Al-Zarqawi is dead ... not expecting a lot of fallout there -- the insugency will still try to wreak havoc. Many major cities in the U.S., including storm-ravaged New Orleans, are not prepared to handle many major disasters ranging from those caused natrually to terrrorism. Does this really come as a surprise to anyone? It's the "it can't happen to me" syndrome.

I have been on a mini-vacation for the last three days, and will be off until Wednesday night. I was in Cincinnati on Friday to watch the White Sox beat the tar out of the Reds. Never had been the the Great American Ball Park before, and got there about six hours before game time, so I walked over one of the many bridges into Kentucky and killed time at a local Barnes & Noble.

The game itself was pretty good -- Joe Crede hit a first-inning grand slam, and Chicago rolled to a 12-4 win. Planned on staying overnight, but ended up driving home after the game. That was silly -- I was exhausted and surprised I didn't get pulled over for weaving all over the place.

Later today, I will be in Milwaukee for the Brewers and Indians. Tomorrow, I'll be headed to the Wisconsin Dells to meet up with some friends from Kansas that I haven't seen in a couple years. I have a date for coffee on Tuesday, but anyone who knows me should know what I am thinking ... how is this one going to back out of it?

Also been trying not to get too depressed ... i have been doing way too much thinking about what life was like growing up. Opportunities missed. The good times, way too few -- the bad times, way too many. I know, sounds like a pity party ... and I hate that. Maybe, just maybe, I am starting to feel my own mortality. Coming up on 41 in September, and really questioning which direction my life is going in.

6.01.2006

Comments and observation

1. Think the NHL is really jumping for joy over an Edmonton-Carolina Stanley Cup final?

2. Think the NHL is really jumping for joy over an Edmonton-Buffalo Stanley Cup final?

3. Bonds hit home run No. 715. Wonderful. Now that the long national nightmare is over -- and ESPN's "Bonds on Bonds" is, ahem, on hiatus -- can we get back to rooting about good things in baseball?

4. Ricky Williams is in the CFL. I'm chuckling ... you see, after playing college ball in Texas and pro call in Louisiana and South Florida, I'm going to love seeing him deal with late fall in Saskatchewan or Winnipeg. Bring your thermals, Ricky.

5. U.S. troops in Iraq are to get ethics training. This from the Bush-Cheney administration?

5.27.2006

Have you ever ....

...done something so blitheringly stupid you wish you could go back in time and take it back?

We've all had moments like that -- I'm sure buried in everyone's memory or subconscious there's more than one moment like that. I can safely say I have had several, but there has been one nagging at me for a long time now. So here goes ... maybe this will help get it out of my system.

I couldn't tell you the year, but if I had to guess, it would be 1984 and I was the tender age of 19. For those who knew me back then, I was a fairly heavy drinker, having discovered alcohol five years earlier at a Knicks game of all things. I drank for much the same reasons I overate -- fear, loneliness, rejection, all the bad juju.

Anyway, I was in my second freshman year at Queens College, and I was at a party, probably for something called Freshman Weekend -- a Bacchanalian orgy of booze and drugs held at a farm in upstate New York. Now, this party wasn't the Freshman Weekend bash. There also was a pre-Freshman Weekend and a post-Freshman Weekend party.

You know, teenage livers can absorb a lot of punishment. I'm living proof.

These parties were held at a house on Reeves Avenue, just off campus. I have no clue how much I drank that night ... I know it probably started with at least 12 beers. Minimum. It was a Friday night, and I was working on drinking myself into a stupor.

Later on in the night, and I don't exactly remember how this happened, but someone I was very attracted to -- I'll call her "Nicole" (disclaimer: not her real name!) -- ended up driving me home.

While in her car, I had an open bottle of Tango. This is something no one should ever drink under any circumstances. Basically, take Tang breakfast drink and mix it with cheap vodka and there you have it -- total retail value, maybe $1.69 tops.

After somehow giving her directions where to drop me off, I exited Nicole's car, bottle still firmly in hand. Stupid as it sounds now that I am almost 41, I had the biggest crush on "Nicole" since the high school days. Months earlier, I shared my first slow dance with her in a darkened room during a party, but didn't kiss her then because I was coming down with a cold and didn't want her to get sick.

A peck on her forehead was all I gave her.

Anyway, back to her dropping me off. So many things in my drunk state that I wanted to say. So many things I didn't want to hear. So much frustration in not being able to say what I wanted, or to be taken seriously. The bottle was smashed on the ground and was left out there when I woke up the next day. No one in my family said anything, but I heard over time that others in my neighborhood were eating that all up.

Many years later, I met up with "Nicole" again when she came to NYC to visit and over coffee, I told her how embarrassed I was over that episode and apologized. She said she did not remember it, much like I did not remember going to a "Battle of the Bands" event with her and some other college friends back then.

Twenty-two years later, I still wonder what if. Not a healthy way to think, sure. I guess with this blog entry, the best thing to say is sometimes go with your gut. Say the things you want, need to say instead of holding back. You may not like the answer you get, but, you may also save yourself time asking "What if?"

5.25.2006

Still out there ...

Well, I survived a weekend in NYC and a birthday dinner at Peter Luger's. I think that will be the last time I try to help put together a family thing -- behind a sister, nearly blind from several eye operations, feeling her way around the table and almost shouting "What's this? What's this?" while touching everything on the table (including a shrimp from the shrimp cocktail) to a mother who felt the need to tip the waiter after we already gave him $75 ... I'm tired of being embarrassed.

Nothing much else is going on ... feeling a little blue. I was supposed to meet someone on Wednesday through Yahoo personals, but she backed out the night before, saying she "had to clean her apartment." Why not just say she had to wash her hair, or tend to a parent undergoing back surgery (Yeah, I've gotten those in the past.) ...it's enough to give someone a complex.

Oh, I forgot, I had one of those.

Let's see, what else ... Lay and Skilling found guilty in the Enron case -- not a shock there, they were tried and convicted when the company went under ... Reggie Bush will wear No. 25 for the Saints instead of No. 5 -- not a shock there either; the NFL isn't called the No Fun League for nothing ... the Royals have lost 13 in a row -- they may not be as bad as the Cubs though.

I'll try to keep up with this a little better. I'm just going through one of those times now.

5.09.2006

Request denied



So after taunting the U.S and victims of Sept. 11 during his trial, Zacharias Moussaoui NOW thinks he can get a fair trial in the United States because he was sentenced to life in prison with no chance of parole rather than be executed -- and ostensibly be a martyr to enjoy whatever fruits of Paradise have been implanted in his mind by those he followed.

According to Michael J. Sniffen of The Associated Press, U.S. District Judge Leonie Brinkema quickly rejected a motion the confessed al-Qaida conspirator filed Monday to withdraw his guilty plea and get a new trial. He was sentenced Wednesday by Brinkema to six life sentences to run as two consecutive life terms.

"I had thought I would be sentenced to death based on the emotions and anger toward me for the deaths on Sept. 11," Moussaoui explained in an affidavit. "But after reviewing the jury verdict and reading how the jurors set aside their emotions and disgust for me and focused on the law and the evidence ... I now see that it is possible that I can receive a fair trial even with Americans as jurors."

I wonder what changed his mind. Could it be that he is in a federal supermax prison in Colorado where he will be in solitary confinement for 23 hours a day, every day until he dies? He gave all indications that he would not be broken, remaining defiant to all in his way. Five days the country's most stringent prison did it.

So all this leads to these questions: Is he mentally ill and is it right to imprison the mentally ill under these circumstances? I believe Zacharias Moussaoui is bi-polar, going from the highest of the highs -- saying that he won and America lost after sentencing -- to the lowest of lows in trying to get a new chance for freedom.

Is it right to imprison him? Yes. But I also think he needs to get help, and the humane thing to do is give it to him. No judge now or ever is going to let him back in the free world, and that is the right call.

5.07.2006

Under construction


I really have been slacking of late. Workouts have been dwindling to two times a week instead of four, and work has just been taking a toll thanks to three people who cannot write well.

One bright note is I will be going home to NYC in a couple weeks for my father's 80th birthday, and the obligatory trip to Peter Luger's on Long Island.

And again I missed predictions on the NHL semifinals. All that needs to be said is with three straight playoff shutouts for the first time in 60 years, Anaheim's Ilya Bryzgalov is going to be in for quite a payday.

4.25.2006

How did I let this get by me...???


Not sure what I was thinking, but I never made any predictions on any of the NHL quarterfinals that are being played now. Since there is no point now, I will make these observations ...

1. RANGERS-DEVILS: I don't think this is so much a case of the Devils being that good -- which they are -- as the Rangers' special teams just being a complete horror show. Four and out for the Blueshirts, and deservedly so.

2. CANADIENS-HURRICANES: Given how he is playing, Cristobal Huet's No. 39 may be retired one day. Like at the end of the postseason. Carolina looks nothing like the legitimate Cup contender they puported to be.

3. SABRES-FLYERS: To Robert Esche and Antero Niittymaki -- you cannot give up hat tricks ... to two players ... IN THE SAME GAME. And to whoever takes the Islanders GM job in place of the outgoing Mike Milbury, look closely at J.P. Dumont. New York had him and Milbury gave him up for something named Dmitri Nabokov. Not Evgeni, but Dmitri.

4. SENATORS-LIGHTNING: Ottawa has a big lead in the third period. If they were to lose this game, they would be primed to lose this series.

5. OILERS-RED WINGS: Though the series is tied as it goes to Edmonton, the Red Wings are one thrown puck from boards in overtime away from being down 2-0 as they head to Rexall Place.

6. AVALANCHE-STARS: At first glance, this looks as of it could be the biggest upset of the first round, but if you look closer, I am willing to bet that Dallas goaltender Marty Turco will need some sort of surgery after the season. He has not played well consistently since January. Enjoy Colorado's Joe Sakic for as long as he plays.

7. DUCKS-FLAMES: Jean-Sebastien Giguere missed Game 1. The Ducks lost. He came back for Game 2. They won. Truly valuable. Calgary can challenge for the Cup, but someone needs to step up on offense.

8. SHARKS-PREDATORS: Jonathan Cheechoo is good. Really good. If San Jose keeps him and Joe Thornton, deals Evgeni Nabokov for a front-line defenseman, Lord Stanley will eventually reside in Northern California. Tomas Vokoun's blood clots has put a lot of pressure on Chris Mason, but through two games he seems to be playing well off it.

I promise, more for the semifinals!

4.16.2006

A great day for a ballgame ... or two



In the space of just under 24 hours, I attended baseball games at one of the country's oldest major league parks followed by the newest.

Being in the business I am in, some found it odd that I had never been to Wrigley Field in Chicago. Sadly, it was true. I had never been the old Comiskey Park either on the South Side, but had gone to new Comiskey -- now generically named U.S. Celluar Field -- once in 1995 and again last season in the infamous American League Division Series in which Sox catcher A.J. Pierzynski's dash to first started the Pale Hose on their way to their first championship in 88 years.

I got a ticket through one of vice presidents of our company to go Wrigley for Wednesday's game against Cincinnati. I almost didn't make it. I thought I set my cellphone to wake me at at 11:45 AM -- more than enough time to jump on the El and get to Clark and Addison for a 1:20 start.

So, imagine the look on my face when I finally did wake up at 12:45. Minutes later, I was in a cab headed downtown, discovering cabbies in Chicago are not nearly as crazy as the ones back home in New York City. Still, he got me to the park in time to walk in with people pouring out of the local watering holes.

An observation: baseball on Chicago's North Side is an event that is savored 81 times a year. Never mind that the Cubs have not won a World Series since Teddy Roosevelt's second term or participated in one since the end of World War II, fans each year have hope that this year, finally, will be the one where their beloved Cubbies win it all.

Much like the ivy that will adorn the outfield walls later this spring, it is renewal.

For one day, it looked that way. Future Hall of Famer Greg Maddux won his 320th career game and Chicago took advantage of five Reds errors -- three by third baseman Edwin Encarnacion -- in a 4-1 win.

When I go to a game, I do more than watch what's on the field. I look at the architecture, scoreboards, people. Wrigley has been around forever and day it seems, but they mix the old and the new well from the manual scoreboard in center field to new bleachers in the outfield. Add the charm of rooftop bleachers past the left field wall and across Waveland Avenue, and Wrigley is like an old leather armchair, worn by years of use, but still comfortable.



After working that night and spending about 90 minutes at the gym, I headed to St. Louis to see baseball's newest jewel in the new $365 million Busch Stadium.

Thanks to Stub Hub, I was able to get a ticket in the upper deck for $24 including Fedex delivery. Having been in the old Busch for a few games during McGwire's home run chase in 1998, the difference between the two parks is like that of a Maserati to a Yugo. Old Busch wasn't horrible -- Olympic Stadium in Montreal, for example, was -- but it has the 1970s cookie-cutter feel that until recent years was what ballparks were.

You get pictures from, say, 1979, of old Busch, Veterans Stadium in Philadelphia, Riverfront Stadium in Cincinnati and Three Rivers Stadium in Pittsburgh, and put them side by side. Few would tell them apart. Guaranteed.

Anyway, much like Wrigley, going to a Cards game is an event. I drove down Interstate 55 to St. Louis in about 4 1/2 hours, checked into the Radisson (that will be the Adam's Mark next time), walked to the Gateway Arch and checked out a museum there before heading over the stadium for a 12:10 p.m. start. By 11 a.m., red-clad Cards fans were starting to make their way over.

There is not a bad seat in the house from what I could tell. The only quibbles I had were a hot dog, small order of fries and a 20-ounce bottle of diet Coke was $13.75, so it's a good thing I cannot eat a lot. The other was something no one could control -- weather. It was nearly 90 there, and even though I was in the shady section for the entire game, that and a lack of sleep started to make me naseous. I left in the seventh inning, walked slowly back to the hotel and watched the remainder of the game in air-conditioned comfort with the Arch just outside my hotel window.

Cards fall, 4-3 in 11 innings to Milwaukee. Life goes on.

3.30.2006

Arbeit macht frei ... work will set you free

This kills me. When someone complains about jobs being outsourced overseas, consider the following item from Reuters' Ellen Wulfhorst titled "Workaholics struggle to say 'no' to work."

NEW YORK (Reuters) - Sam used to sneak into his office before dawn so no one would know how many extra hours he worked. Charles goes on all-night work binges to meet deadlines, and Susan can't say no to volunteer projects, social clubs, bridge games, choral singing, lectures and classes.

Each one is a member of Workaholics Anonymous, a 12-step recovery program for compulsive workers based upon the structure of Alcoholics Anonymous. Each one opted to keep their identity secret.

"It's been called the addiction that society applauds," said Mike, a physician and member of the group known as WA.

"People brag about it and say, 'I'm a workaholic,"' he said. "But workaholics burn out and then you've lost them or they become very dysfunctional and bitter and cynical in the organization and corrosive."

Workaholics Anonymous keeps no central count of members, but organizers estimate dozens of weekly meetings are held in the United States as well as in Germany, Switzerland, Austria and Britain. The group also sells about 100 books about WA a month via its Web site, according to organizers.

WA's roots go back to 1983, when a New York corporate financial planner and a school teacher founded a group based on AA but designed to fight compulsive working.

WA identifies workaholics as people who often are perfectionists and worriers, derive their self esteem from work, keep overly busy, neglect their health, postpone vacations and overschedule their lives.

Workaholics don't even have to have a job; they can just be compulsively busy as they seek an adrenaline high, to overcome feelings of inadequacy and low self esteem and to avoid intimacy, it says.

DESTROYING LIVES

The weekly meeting in New York draws an average of a half dozen people in a city that might be considered a hotbed of workaholism. Such meager attendance invites the predictable joke that most workaholics are too busy to attend meetings, a quip that organizer Charles has heard a million times.

"People think it's funny," he said. "It's amusing until you hear the stories. There have been many people who have come, and work is destroying their lives."

Unlike alcoholics, who can measure recovery by their days of sobriety, workaholics have no quantifiable gauge of their problem, or their recovery.

"In my case, my boss was telling me I had to get my work hours down to 40 a week, and I couldn't do it," said Sam, a former senior project engineer in California's Silicon Valley.

"I was sneaking into work at 5 a.m. on a Sunday so I could get work done and be out of the place before anyone else showed up," he said. "I didn't want people to see how much time I was putting in.

"Now I'm more willing to try to do a mediocre job and keep my own mental health and sanity than to do the perfect job on everything I attempt," he said.

Like AA, WA uses a 12-step program for recovery from addiction. At meetings, members share their experiences and study the organization's literature and guidelines.

"It really forces you to look inside and say, 'What's really going on with me?"' said Charles. "A lot of people don't want to do that."

Even if workaholism is hard to define, you know it when you feel it, said Mike, who has left his high-pressure urban job for work at a rural clinic where cows wander outside.

"After a while one gets a feeling of what driven, compulsive working feels like," he said. "There's a tightness to it. There's a lot of adrenaline surging. There's a lot of worry.

"There's a lot of preoccupation, which is different from just waking up in the morning and saying, 'Wow, I really love what I do'," he said.

... OK, I have a problem with this. For generations, the mantra was essentially work hard, get ahead. That's what drove immigrants to the United States. That was, in part, what brought my grandfather here from Eastern Europe almost 100 years ago and mother from France more than 50 years ago.

Everyone wants more, bigger, better: a newer home, better schools for the children, an SUV or two in the driveway.

Now, hard workers are seen as needing a 12-step program for it? If that is the case, then those same critics just have to sit on their hands when jobs are shipped off to India, China and other parts of the world. Simply put, you cannot have it both ways.

What people should do, and this is strictly my opinion, is focus energies on what makes them happy at work. Find the passion that drives you. I remember going to college with one fellow, and it was pretty much pre-ordained that he was to become a lawyer. I lost touch with him for a while after college, but found out through a third party that he went to law school in Dayton, was miserable there and gave up the profession.

Granted, I do not know what he is doing now. I can point to myself as an example as well. I started as a pre-med major in college. Deep in my heart, I knew it was never going to happen -- I didn't have the drive, funds, wherewithal to do that. I did it to try and please a family member who always wanted a doctor in the family.

Bottom line is, I was miserable. If adults would teach their children that it's not always about the money you make, but whether you deeply, truly enjoy what you do, there would be a lot less rage in the world.

If Bobby or Susie wants to dig ditches or be a butcher or whatever, nuture those passions.

What do you think? I'd like to know.

3.10.2006

Frisco freak show


Hey, Barry? Hear that?

That sound of the freight train in the distance?

That sound is getting closer. And it's going to sweep you out of baseball before you can wrongly break one of the -- make that THE most hallowed record -- in the game.

That sound, hard to believe, is being generated by a single hardcover book, titled "Game of Shadows" by Mark Fainaru-Wada and Lance Williams, who led the San Francisco Chronicle's coverage of the BALCO scandal.

They recount in exhaustive detail the specifics of Bonds' drug regimen, which they write started in 1998 with injections of Winstrol, a powerful steroid also linked to disgraced Baltimore Orioles star Rafael Palmeiro.

The book describes how the San Francisco Giants star started using steroids because he was jealous of the attention paid to Mark McGwire's home run race with Sammy Sosa in 1998, and felt he needed to bulk up significantly to compete with the St. Louis Cardinals' slugger.

According to the authors, at one time or another Bonds used the designer steroids the Cream and the Clear, insulin, human growth hormone, testosterone decanoate (a fast-acting steroid known as Mexican beans), trenbolone, a steroid created to improve the muscle quality of cattle, Clomid, a women's infertility drug (hmmm...could that be why he dressed up as Paula Abdul??) thought to help a steroid user recover his natural testosterone production, and Modafinil, a narcolepsy drug used as a powerful stimulant.

Furthermore, the book claims Bonds took the drugs in a variety of ways, including injection, pill form or liquid drops, either on his own or through the help of his trainer Greg Anderson. Bonds claimed in grand jury testimony that he did not know what Anderson was giving him.

So, let's see if I have this right ... Bonds -- as surly an individual that has ever existed in sports -- turns into a walking CVS taking drugs including one for things that go moo. And he did this because he thought no one was better, ever.

What galls me, absolutely rankles me to no end, is there are people willing to DEFEND him. Listen to the sound bites on the sports shows or some callers on talk radio. They insist he has not done anything wrong because nothing has ever been proven.

Agreed. But how do you get the chance to test him specifically when neither he nor the player's union would allow it?

Several years ago I was at New York's Shea Stadium, covering a Mets-Giants game for SportsTicker. I walked into the San Francisco clubhouse afterward just in time to hear Bonds bellow out to all, "Fuck all, y'all! I don't need any of you!"

Guess what, Barry? We're tired of you too. We're tired of you berating and belittling, fans and media alike.

The sad thing is a true gentleman of the game -- Kirby Puckett -- is forced out of the game with a debilitating eye ailment and dies way too young while Bonds, baseball's equivalent of something you step in, is still able to play. For now, anyway.

The big difference, though, is Puckett is enshrined in the Hall of Fame. Bonds will be there with Pete Rose and Shoeless Joe Jackson. On the outside looking in.

Do you hear that, Barry? Do you?

3.07.2006

So long, Kirby


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This was one of those "Where were you when..." moments.

At 7:09 CT, news of Kirby Puckett's death came to me at my desk when I was monitoring the AP wire for work.

I first saw Kirby Puckett play in 1986 when I traveled to Minnesota to bring some furniture to a friend's mother. What I remember from by first trip to the Metrodome -- apart from the drunk frat boys sitting behind me yelling at California Angels infielder Rob Wilfong -- was this fire hydrant of a player in center field.

Funny, he did not look like a ball player. He was short. He was rotund. He reminded me a lot of the old swinging beer keg that was the Milwaukee Brewers' logo in the early 1970s.

It would be easy to Kirby Puckett was not. What he was, though, was one of the most exuberant players in an era of self-absorption.

And he could hit. And he could move. And -- if you ask the 1991 Atlanta Braves -- he could defy gravity.

Despite being one of the good guys on the field, it wasn't enough. His downward spiral started when glaucoma forced him to retire after the 1995 season.

Once out of baseball, the 5-foot-8 Puckett (and we're being generous) let himself fall out of shape. Some said he moved well past 300 pounds.

"It's a tough thing to see a guy go through something like that and come to this extent," former teammate Kent Hrbek said. "That's what really hurt him bad, when he was forced out of the game. I don't know if he ever recovered from it."

Though he would not speak pessimistically about his career's sudden and premature end, Puckett's personal life began to deteriorate after that.

Shortly after his 2001 induction to the Baseball Hall of Fame, his then-wife, Tonya, accused him of threatening to kill her during an argument _ he denied it _ and described to police a history of violence and infidelity.

In 2003, he was cleared of all charges from an alleged sexual assault of a woman at a suburban Twin Cities restaurant.

Farewell, Kirby ... and thank you.

3.06.2006

Farewell to Puck?



One of baseball's all-time greats is fighting for his life.

Hall of Fame outfielder Kirby Puckett was in critical condition after having surgery for a stroke, according to a nursing supervisor in a Phoenix hospital.

The 44-year-old former Minnesota star, who led the Twins to two championships before his career was cut short by glaucoma, was stricken Sunday at his Arizona home.

Puckett, who broke in with Minnesota in 1984, had a career batting average of .318 and carried the Twins to World Series titles in 1987 and 1991. The Gold Glove center fielder and 10-time All-Star was forced to to retire in 1996 after 12 seasons with the Twins when he went blind in one eye.

Three years ago, he was cleared of assault charges after being accused of groping a woman at a Twin Cities restaurant.

3.02.2006

Vindication?


Looks like Michael Brown was right after all.

You remember Michael Brown, don't you? Former head of FEMA? Looked like the biggest jackass after Hurricane Katrina nearly wiped out the Gulf Coast region?

Well, if you have been watching the news, Brown is almost certainly having a good chuckle. A videotape has been released by The Associated Press of a briefing, one day before Katrina stuck on Aug. 29, involving Brown, President Bush, Homeland Security Secretary Michael Chertoff and other officials.

Brown and others warned that the storm could breach levees, endanger lives in the New Orleans Superdome and overwhelm rescuers.

Five days after the briefing, with most of New Orleans underwater, Bush said, "I don't think anybody anticipated the breach of the levees."

The video, obtained by The Associated Press, "confirms what we have suspected all along," said Senate Democratic Leader Harry Reid of Nevada, charging that administration officials have "systematically misled the American people."

Even some Republicans are amazed by this turn. Senator David Vitter (R-La.) said the video "makes it perfectly clear once again that this disaster was not out of the blue or unforeseeable. It was not only predictable; it was actually predicted. That's what made the failures in response -- at the local, state and federal level -- all the more outrageous."

Again (and again), Bush has proved one of three things. Either:

A) he's an idiot
B) he's a liar
C) both

Can we survive until Jan. 20, 2009, the inauguration date of the next president of the United States? I wonder.

What do you think? I'd like to know.

2.25.2006

A golden Finnish

I went 5-1 picking the quarter and semifinal men's Olympic hockey winners ... hmmm -- maybe there is a career in this?

SWEDEN-FINLAND: This quote from Finland's Saku Koivu explains in a nutshell how important Sunday's gold-medal game is for that country.

"It does make it bigger when you face Sweden. We feel that they always think that they're better than us," said Koivu, the Finns' leading scorer with eight assists and 11 points. "We've played against them so often for so many years, and I think every country has their opponent that they really want to beat.

"For us, it's Sweden."

Unlike our so-called athletes -- read: Bode Miller, Shani Davis, Michelle Kwan, Chad Hedrick, Shaun White -- the Finns buy into the team concept.

And yes, I know the "Flying Tomato" won gold and all, but trolling for a date from Sasha Cohen (hot, but reeks of being a princess) was fairly pathetic. I hear Spicolli in the back of my mind when I look at White.

But back to the Finns. No one gave them much chance with other teams like Canada, the Czechs, Russia and Sweden there. Instead, they have six of the top nine scorers at the games, and have given up just five goals in seven games.

Sweden is good. Finland is better. ... FINLAND 5, SWEDEN 0