Saturday, May 9, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
The Twist Cone - a model for world peace and Sacramental marriage
My apartment at the old folks home is very close to the Jerseyville Dairy Freeze, the finest ice cream stand this side of the Mighty Miss. Amanda and I are frequent connoisseurs of the DF as they have 4 rotating flavours as well as 3 staples; vanilla, chocolate and a mix of the two, known as "the twist".
And I must say, is not the perfect marriage of vanilla and chocolate soft serve blended in equal proportion the single greatest culinary creation known to the frozen desert milieu? This is known at the DF as "the twist." It is not only the most superior ice cream soft serve combo, but also a model for world peace.
Since we are very much in the final stages of marriage preparation, like trench warfare, the swirl reminds me of the Sacrament of Marriage. Please fasten your seat belts as I take you on the most delicious analogy of all time.
See the chocolate and vanilla are both distinct and unique. Chocolate is not Vanilla, nor is vanilla chocolate. But, when the two become one, they achieve their highest end as endowed by their creator. For Chocolate was not meant to be alone, it was specifically made for vanilla. And through their union come great gifts, the greatest gifts.
The chocolate should not try to be vanilla. It should try to achieve the greatest perfection as chocolate. Equally, vanilla should embrace and fulfill its mission as vanilla and so achieve its greatest happiness. Each compliments the other in this magnificent union.
This is pure theological magic, plain and simple.
Cheers.
And I must say, is not the perfect marriage of vanilla and chocolate soft serve blended in equal proportion the single greatest culinary creation known to the frozen desert milieu? This is known at the DF as "the twist." It is not only the most superior ice cream soft serve combo, but also a model for world peace.
Since we are very much in the final stages of marriage preparation, like trench warfare, the swirl reminds me of the Sacrament of Marriage. Please fasten your seat belts as I take you on the most delicious analogy of all time.
See the chocolate and vanilla are both distinct and unique. Chocolate is not Vanilla, nor is vanilla chocolate. But, when the two become one, they achieve their highest end as endowed by their creator. For Chocolate was not meant to be alone, it was specifically made for vanilla. And through their union come great gifts, the greatest gifts.
The chocolate should not try to be vanilla. It should try to achieve the greatest perfection as chocolate. Equally, vanilla should embrace and fulfill its mission as vanilla and so achieve its greatest happiness. Each compliments the other in this magnificent union.
This is pure theological magic, plain and simple.
Cheers.
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Do as I say, not as I do.
I found VP Biden's comments about the current swine flu rather interesting. He said something to the effect that he would advise his family not to travel on planes or trains because he would like them to avoid confined places. And, concurrently through this whole situation, King Hussein et. al has vehemently refused to close the boarder with Mexico (which I'll let you figure out) or tell us to do anything but wash our hands. It is quite interesting, this argument, "Sure, I'd tell my family to do something for their well being but as for the rest of you, fend for yourselves. It's not like I'm supposed to warn you about these things as one of the most powerful men in the country."
Where have I heard this illogical statement before.... hmmm... let me think.
OH, that's right, it comes from every self proclaimed "Catholic" Democrat in regards to abortion. Biden, along with many others who were raised Catholic or claim to be Catholic (but who flagrantly and aggressively disregard what the Church teaches) will lamely claim that "While abortion is evil and I would never advise anyone in my family to get one, I don't think I/we as politicians should tell other people what to do regarding their health, be it mental, physical, or otherwise."
The problem with this illogical argument is that, as a politician, this is precisely what you are paid to do. You use your judgement and all of your person (conscience included) to make decisions regarding the governed as to what they should or should not do as it pertains to the health and well being of them self as well as the rest of the governed. Is it really such a hard stretch to say, "Well, my family deserves the best, and so they should or should not do X because it is unhealthy and dangerous. Maybe everyone else should or should not do X because, like my family, I want them to be well." -or- "Its horribly and violently destructive for my family and my daughter for her to have an abortion so she shouldn't do it. Maybe no one else should have an abortion because of its evil nature."
We really should not be surprised by Biden's foolishness, he's simply applying his broken logic to different situations. Unfortunately for us, the harmful consequences will persist every time he applies it.
Cheers?
Where have I heard this illogical statement before.... hmmm... let me think.
OH, that's right, it comes from every self proclaimed "Catholic" Democrat in regards to abortion. Biden, along with many others who were raised Catholic or claim to be Catholic (but who flagrantly and aggressively disregard what the Church teaches) will lamely claim that "While abortion is evil and I would never advise anyone in my family to get one, I don't think I/we as politicians should tell other people what to do regarding their health, be it mental, physical, or otherwise."
The problem with this illogical argument is that, as a politician, this is precisely what you are paid to do. You use your judgement and all of your person (conscience included) to make decisions regarding the governed as to what they should or should not do as it pertains to the health and well being of them self as well as the rest of the governed. Is it really such a hard stretch to say, "Well, my family deserves the best, and so they should or should not do X because it is unhealthy and dangerous. Maybe everyone else should or should not do X because, like my family, I want them to be well." -or- "Its horribly and violently destructive for my family and my daughter for her to have an abortion so she shouldn't do it. Maybe no one else should have an abortion because of its evil nature."
We really should not be surprised by Biden's foolishness, he's simply applying his broken logic to different situations. Unfortunately for us, the harmful consequences will persist every time he applies it.
Cheers?
Thursday, April 30, 2009
V for Victory Garden
This year marks the first year I will be planting a garden. Mr. Crane has generously donated a small plot of land in the prairie adjacent to their beautiful farm home. I have planted brandy wine and beefsteak tomatoes, red and yellow onions, 2 kinds of peppers, spinach and cantaloupe. In addition, I'm planting basil, parsley, and mint. Something about having some fresh mimosas in August with some home made bruschetta and salsa sounds very appetizing.
Plus, there is such a value to working the land, in the dirt, smelling the dirt after a rain and weeding out intruders. There's a value also in nurturing something from inside the ground as it grows, tying stakes around the base to protect the weak plant from the wind, and laying out the garden just as you wish.
During World War 2, families all across the country planted Victory Gardens. These gardens contributed to the war effort, by alleviating stress on food providers. And, maybe more importantly, they gave families a real physical task to help their country. As individuals gave their lives for our freedoms, families helped themselves to help those who gave the ultimate sacrifice.
Today, we are in another kind of war, a war on the fundamental right of all humans which is the right to life. A group of radicals, focused in the left and personified by B.O., is mounting an assault on the unborn which has already begun. It seems that every decision made by King Hussein destabilizes our country, whether it be bowing to the Saudis or compromising with dictators and murderers. But, the most fundamental way of unmaking our society is by unmaking the family. And the most direct way of unmaking the traditional family is by the direct killing of its members by mass, senseless, illogical, and criminal abortion. Our government is the most focused and determined government in the world when it comes to advancing the culture of death and the abortionist agenda.
The point I'm trying to make is that we are moving further from safety, sanity and stability. And, if our society insists on making abortion a fundamental right, as H. Clinton insists, then we, the sensible and compassionate of our society who insist that the children of our country not be killed, must take the necessary steps to battle injustice and evil. If the abortionists insist on declaring war on our families, then we, those of the cross, will take up the battle cry and go singing in the sun. As Churchill declared when confronted with evil, "Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory however long and hard the road may be; for without victory there is no survival."
Call it a garden, or call it one step closer to separating from a corrupt society that is in serious need of correction. Victory counts more than ever. This is one small step.
Cheers to Victory!
"But heavier fates have fallen
The horn of the Wessex kings,
And I blew once, the riding sign,
To call you to the fighting line
And glory and all good things.
"And now two blasts, the hunting sign,
Because we turn to bay;
But I will not blow the three blasts,
Till we be lost or they.
"And now I blow the hunting sign,
Charge some by rule and rod;
But when I blow the battle sign,
Charge all and go to God."
-G. K. Chesterton.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Scott Hahn
Yesterday, Frodo and I went to see Scott Hahn, scholar and theologian from Franciscan University in Steubenville, OH. Dr. Hahn shared some extraordinary stories about his conversion to Catholicism, his family and his mission. I'd like to convey one of Dr. Hahn's stories to you, because its one of finest stories I've heard in many months.
Dr. Hahn, when he was first thinking about converting, had been meeting with a Monseigneur Bruskewitz (Now Bishop Bruskewitz of Lincoln Nebraska). Monseignor told Dr. Hahn about a priest friend of his who was visiting Rome the previous week.
The priest was visiting Rome to have an audience with Pope John Paul the second some years back. The priest was preparing for one of many meetings with the Pope over the week to discuss various things. Well, the priest had an hour before he had to meet with the Pope so he decided to go to the Church across the street from his hotel to pray before his meeting.
On the steps of the Church were several beggars. As the priest passed to go in to pray, he thought he recognized one of the beggars sitting on the steps. But, he passed him by and went in to pray. As he knelt down on the kneelers, he realized where he knew the beggar from. He rushed back out of the church and asked the beggar, "Do I know you?" To which the beggar replied, "Heh, yeah, we went to seminary together."
The priest replied, "So, you're a priest then?" And the beggar replied, "I used to be, but look at me know, I'm doing really well, what do you think."
So the priest told the beggar that he would pray for him to which the beggar replied, "Lot of good that will do." The priest left and went to meet the Pope. When one meets the Pope, the meeting is very formal. Usually one proceeds in greets the Pope, bows or shows a gesture of respect and reverence, and proceeds out. But when the priest went to meet the Pope, he bowed and blurted out the story of the beggar he met earlier in the day. John Paul looked concerned and told the priest that he would pray for the beggar.
The following day, the priest went to the same church and saw the beggar once again. He told the beggar, "Guess what, not only am I praying for you but now Pope John Paul the second is too!" The beggar replied, "Yeah, so what, it won't do anything anyway."
Later that day, the priest got a call from the Pope's office. John Paul II wanted to have dinner with the priest and he wanted him to bring the beggar along too. So, very excited at the prospect at having dinner with the Pope, the priest went to the steps of the church and tracked down the beggar and told him, "The Pope invited me to dinner and he said that I had to bring you with as well." "Me?" said the beggar, "Look at me, I haven't showered or shaved in who knows how long and look at my clothes."
"I rented you a room in the hotel across the street and got you some clothes as well, but we have to hurry." said the priest.
Not long after, the priest and the beggar were meeting with the Pope to have dinner. They met in the Pope's private residence and enjoyed wondrous hospitality. The first course came and the second and third. Before dessert, the Pope motioned to the priest and asked him to leave the room for a bit. So, the priest went outside and left the Pope and beggar in the room by themselves. About twenty minutes later, the priest was allowed back in, dessert was served, and the two men said goodbye to the Pope and left.
When they were outside, the priest asked the beggar, "What did John Paul say to you in there, what happened, did he want to hear your confession?"
The beggar said a little timidly and quietly, "...No, he wanted me to hear his." He told the priest that when he stepped out of the room, the Pope asked him if he would hear his confession. The beggar said, "Me! How could I? I'm just a beggar now."
The Pope replied, as he clasped the man's hands in his, "So am I."
The priest said, you were in there for 20 minutes, the Pope's confession took that long?!" "No," laughed the beggar, "He had to hear mine first and that took a very long time. His confession was over very quickly."
The Pope reinstated the beggar as a priest. He commissioned the beggar to minister to the beggars in the parish where he had been sitting outside. So the beggar became a priest again, through the mercy of God, and he continues to minister to the homeless and forgotten at the parish where he was once a beggar.
This incredible story conveys a valuable lesson about humility. All sin is inherently prideful. And thus, humility can be a great medicine. Pope John Paul was a great man, a holy shepherd and taught us many lessons. This lesson can be a truly powerful one, about the power of the Sacrament of Confession. For Confession takes humility and repentance, and both are necessary weapons against sin.
Cheers.
Dr. Hahn, when he was first thinking about converting, had been meeting with a Monseigneur Bruskewitz (Now Bishop Bruskewitz of Lincoln Nebraska). Monseignor told Dr. Hahn about a priest friend of his who was visiting Rome the previous week.
The priest was visiting Rome to have an audience with Pope John Paul the second some years back. The priest was preparing for one of many meetings with the Pope over the week to discuss various things. Well, the priest had an hour before he had to meet with the Pope so he decided to go to the Church across the street from his hotel to pray before his meeting.
On the steps of the Church were several beggars. As the priest passed to go in to pray, he thought he recognized one of the beggars sitting on the steps. But, he passed him by and went in to pray. As he knelt down on the kneelers, he realized where he knew the beggar from. He rushed back out of the church and asked the beggar, "Do I know you?" To which the beggar replied, "Heh, yeah, we went to seminary together."
The priest replied, "So, you're a priest then?" And the beggar replied, "I used to be, but look at me know, I'm doing really well, what do you think."
So the priest told the beggar that he would pray for him to which the beggar replied, "Lot of good that will do." The priest left and went to meet the Pope. When one meets the Pope, the meeting is very formal. Usually one proceeds in greets the Pope, bows or shows a gesture of respect and reverence, and proceeds out. But when the priest went to meet the Pope, he bowed and blurted out the story of the beggar he met earlier in the day. John Paul looked concerned and told the priest that he would pray for the beggar.
The following day, the priest went to the same church and saw the beggar once again. He told the beggar, "Guess what, not only am I praying for you but now Pope John Paul the second is too!" The beggar replied, "Yeah, so what, it won't do anything anyway."
Later that day, the priest got a call from the Pope's office. John Paul II wanted to have dinner with the priest and he wanted him to bring the beggar along too. So, very excited at the prospect at having dinner with the Pope, the priest went to the steps of the church and tracked down the beggar and told him, "The Pope invited me to dinner and he said that I had to bring you with as well." "Me?" said the beggar, "Look at me, I haven't showered or shaved in who knows how long and look at my clothes."
"I rented you a room in the hotel across the street and got you some clothes as well, but we have to hurry." said the priest.
Not long after, the priest and the beggar were meeting with the Pope to have dinner. They met in the Pope's private residence and enjoyed wondrous hospitality. The first course came and the second and third. Before dessert, the Pope motioned to the priest and asked him to leave the room for a bit. So, the priest went outside and left the Pope and beggar in the room by themselves. About twenty minutes later, the priest was allowed back in, dessert was served, and the two men said goodbye to the Pope and left.
When they were outside, the priest asked the beggar, "What did John Paul say to you in there, what happened, did he want to hear your confession?"
The beggar said a little timidly and quietly, "...No, he wanted me to hear his." He told the priest that when he stepped out of the room, the Pope asked him if he would hear his confession. The beggar said, "Me! How could I? I'm just a beggar now."
The Pope replied, as he clasped the man's hands in his, "So am I."
The priest said, you were in there for 20 minutes, the Pope's confession took that long?!" "No," laughed the beggar, "He had to hear mine first and that took a very long time. His confession was over very quickly."
The Pope reinstated the beggar as a priest. He commissioned the beggar to minister to the beggars in the parish where he had been sitting outside. So the beggar became a priest again, through the mercy of God, and he continues to minister to the homeless and forgotten at the parish where he was once a beggar.
This incredible story conveys a valuable lesson about humility. All sin is inherently prideful. And thus, humility can be a great medicine. Pope John Paul was a great man, a holy shepherd and taught us many lessons. This lesson can be a truly powerful one, about the power of the Sacrament of Confession. For Confession takes humility and repentance, and both are necessary weapons against sin.
Cheers.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Diesel fuel makes burning couches easier.
First off, Happy Earth day! The one (of many) days of the year when all the pagans get together and try to make all of us feel bad for driving cars, having jobs, and taking showers.
It's not that I hate the environment, quite the contrary really. I live a 'greener' life than most of the liberals who claim to be green when in truth they are simply following the trends of the time, trends marked by canvass grocery bags, stinky reusable diapers, and useless ethanol. But, this utterly pointless day always reminds me of perspective and relative importance.
We should value and protect the earth. We should protect it not because in and of itself this action is a good necessarily, but more to be good stewards of God's abundance. We should preserve and protect what we have been given for future generations of man, for the earth exists to provide for man and not the other way around.
The earth is God's artwork, His creation, His gift. And, of course, we should ask accordingly. If I owned a fine painting, a creation of utter beauty, I'd store it away out of the sunlight and out of the weather. I'd try to keep its value and its condition for my children to experience and enjoy. I'd share its beauty with all I could. But, if there was a fire in the house, I wouldn't send one person in for the painting and I would never feel badly about it.
We must ask ourselves why the 'fervor' for earth day has been re-invigorated in the last decade. Why did this horridly useless and contrived day, invented in 1970, suddenly become the obsession of pop culture and media (organized pop culture) as well as public schools? I have heard the thesis that the entirety of the green movement is the funneled remnant of the defeated Marxists. Some say that after the Berlin wall fell, there were many people that now had nothing to do. But how to achieve the same ends, the decline and fall of capitalism without government involvement? And thus the green movement was born, out of the Marxist philosophy, to achieve the ends of the fall of industrial, prosperous society. Because, if the ends of the green movement are achieved, we can bid farewell to what we have become accustomed to in terms of travel, energy, comfort, longevity, medical care, and a host of other technologies. Not to mention the implications on the family. The green movement has implanted the dangerous and grossly mistaken notion that children are a burden on society instead of a blessing. But in the society of green, where restrictions are placed on choices of energy use, dwelling location, and food consumption, how far off are restrictions on family size, religious expression, and vocation? The ruthless enforcer of green is big government, mainly because no one listens to hippies.
For the green movement, in its current manifestation, is reliant on big government, and now our big government is dedicated to the green movement.
Cheers to tire burning!
It's not that I hate the environment, quite the contrary really. I live a 'greener' life than most of the liberals who claim to be green when in truth they are simply following the trends of the time, trends marked by canvass grocery bags, stinky reusable diapers, and useless ethanol. But, this utterly pointless day always reminds me of perspective and relative importance.
We should value and protect the earth. We should protect it not because in and of itself this action is a good necessarily, but more to be good stewards of God's abundance. We should preserve and protect what we have been given for future generations of man, for the earth exists to provide for man and not the other way around.
The earth is God's artwork, His creation, His gift. And, of course, we should ask accordingly. If I owned a fine painting, a creation of utter beauty, I'd store it away out of the sunlight and out of the weather. I'd try to keep its value and its condition for my children to experience and enjoy. I'd share its beauty with all I could. But, if there was a fire in the house, I wouldn't send one person in for the painting and I would never feel badly about it.
We must ask ourselves why the 'fervor' for earth day has been re-invigorated in the last decade. Why did this horridly useless and contrived day, invented in 1970, suddenly become the obsession of pop culture and media (organized pop culture) as well as public schools? I have heard the thesis that the entirety of the green movement is the funneled remnant of the defeated Marxists. Some say that after the Berlin wall fell, there were many people that now had nothing to do. But how to achieve the same ends, the decline and fall of capitalism without government involvement? And thus the green movement was born, out of the Marxist philosophy, to achieve the ends of the fall of industrial, prosperous society. Because, if the ends of the green movement are achieved, we can bid farewell to what we have become accustomed to in terms of travel, energy, comfort, longevity, medical care, and a host of other technologies. Not to mention the implications on the family. The green movement has implanted the dangerous and grossly mistaken notion that children are a burden on society instead of a blessing. But in the society of green, where restrictions are placed on choices of energy use, dwelling location, and food consumption, how far off are restrictions on family size, religious expression, and vocation? The ruthless enforcer of green is big government, mainly because no one listens to hippies.
For the green movement, in its current manifestation, is reliant on big government, and now our big government is dedicated to the green movement.
Cheers to tire burning!
Saturday, April 18, 2009
On Baseball and the Tampa Bay Devil Rays.
To be truthful, I have become disillusioned with baseball as a whole. Here's why:
1. The Yankees: Always representing all that is wrong with baseball, this powerhouse committed close to half a billion dollars to 4 players in a matter of two weeks over the off season. In addition, with the opening or their new stadium, they ushered in the highest ticket prices of a single seat ever to be sold. The first few rows on the ground level go for 2,500 dollars. That's not a scalped price for a playoff game, that is their regular price. The second highest regular ticket price went to the Mets, (who also have a new stadium called Citi Field or some such nonsense). The White Sox and Cubs also cracked the top ten, probably because they are in big markets which means there's more people to rip off. Which brings me to my next point...
2. I dislike getting ripped the heck off: I went to one White Sox game in the last two years. I paid 24 dollars to park, 21 dollars for a ticket (a bad ticket) and 5 dollars for a hot dog. That puts you out 50 dollars before you even see a pitch or fill your belly with some quality ball park food. You can't even buy the horrible beer because it will run you something like 37 dollars an ounce. Or you can trade them one pinkie for half of an Old Style.
3. Its not a game for common folks or common players: If you have a family and you want to take them to see a game, you're either going to the little league game happening down by the tracks or to the minor league game where they're having "fried twinky Tuesday" or "random fan gets to pitch this game Saturday." This brings us to the players. Back in the early 20th century, baseball players were common folks that made pretty basic salaries. Their salaries were comparable to yours or mine ... well maybe yours. They came out of the backwoods to play, and after they were done they returned to the backwoods. But today, baseball players are glorified, over paid, giant babies, just as whinny and just as needy. They are disloyal and the most popular ones are drastically dishonest. Which brings me to number 4.
4. Alex Rodriguez: This is the poster boy of modern baseball, whether you like it or not. He is the highest paid baseball player, wrecks every team he is on, and is a cheater. For many seasons, he used a type of banned substance, winning an MVP in one of the tainted seasons. His cheating is not an exception, unfortunately. Players like Raphael Palmero, and Miguel Tejada are also proven cheaters. Tejada even lied to Congress about it. But then, why should anyone take our modern congress seriously, especially someone who isn't a U.S. citizen. Thankfully we live in a culture with no memory so many of the cheaters can go along, making millions of dollars while cheating and continuing to taint the game further, if that is possible.
5. The Tampa Bay Devil Rays fans and their noise makers: I don't care if they did make it to the world series last year, every time I watch the White Sox play Tampa Bay, I have to mute it because the Devil Ray fans use those blasted noise makers. It sounds more like a soccer game in Columbia than a baseball game. The fans even sing songs and chants too. I guess it stands to reason that baseball teams just don't make sense in Florida.
6. Astro Turf: All sports should be played on grass. Grass looks better, it smells better, and is more classic. I'm surprised the hippies haven't been on this one.
I love traditions and Spring. I love opening the windows for the first time of the year on a Saturday afternoon and watching the game. I love mowing the grass, finishing, and watching the game with a beer. But, so much of the romantic notion of baseball is simply a dream or a memory. The reality of the game as it is today is much different than the romance of its past.
Cheers.
On a side note, I was watching the blue collar comedy tour today and in the crowd I noticed a man dipping snuff and spitting into a water bottle. And for some odd reason it makes me feel good. Shoot dang!
1. The Yankees: Always representing all that is wrong with baseball, this powerhouse committed close to half a billion dollars to 4 players in a matter of two weeks over the off season. In addition, with the opening or their new stadium, they ushered in the highest ticket prices of a single seat ever to be sold. The first few rows on the ground level go for 2,500 dollars. That's not a scalped price for a playoff game, that is their regular price. The second highest regular ticket price went to the Mets, (who also have a new stadium called Citi Field or some such nonsense). The White Sox and Cubs also cracked the top ten, probably because they are in big markets which means there's more people to rip off. Which brings me to my next point...
2. I dislike getting ripped the heck off: I went to one White Sox game in the last two years. I paid 24 dollars to park, 21 dollars for a ticket (a bad ticket) and 5 dollars for a hot dog. That puts you out 50 dollars before you even see a pitch or fill your belly with some quality ball park food. You can't even buy the horrible beer because it will run you something like 37 dollars an ounce. Or you can trade them one pinkie for half of an Old Style.
3. Its not a game for common folks or common players: If you have a family and you want to take them to see a game, you're either going to the little league game happening down by the tracks or to the minor league game where they're having "fried twinky Tuesday" or "random fan gets to pitch this game Saturday." This brings us to the players. Back in the early 20th century, baseball players were common folks that made pretty basic salaries. Their salaries were comparable to yours or mine ... well maybe yours. They came out of the backwoods to play, and after they were done they returned to the backwoods. But today, baseball players are glorified, over paid, giant babies, just as whinny and just as needy. They are disloyal and the most popular ones are drastically dishonest. Which brings me to number 4.
4. Alex Rodriguez: This is the poster boy of modern baseball, whether you like it or not. He is the highest paid baseball player, wrecks every team he is on, and is a cheater. For many seasons, he used a type of banned substance, winning an MVP in one of the tainted seasons. His cheating is not an exception, unfortunately. Players like Raphael Palmero, and Miguel Tejada are also proven cheaters. Tejada even lied to Congress about it. But then, why should anyone take our modern congress seriously, especially someone who isn't a U.S. citizen. Thankfully we live in a culture with no memory so many of the cheaters can go along, making millions of dollars while cheating and continuing to taint the game further, if that is possible.
5. The Tampa Bay Devil Rays fans and their noise makers: I don't care if they did make it to the world series last year, every time I watch the White Sox play Tampa Bay, I have to mute it because the Devil Ray fans use those blasted noise makers. It sounds more like a soccer game in Columbia than a baseball game. The fans even sing songs and chants too. I guess it stands to reason that baseball teams just don't make sense in Florida.
6. Astro Turf: All sports should be played on grass. Grass looks better, it smells better, and is more classic. I'm surprised the hippies haven't been on this one.
I love traditions and Spring. I love opening the windows for the first time of the year on a Saturday afternoon and watching the game. I love mowing the grass, finishing, and watching the game with a beer. But, so much of the romantic notion of baseball is simply a dream or a memory. The reality of the game as it is today is much different than the romance of its past.
Cheers.
On a side note, I was watching the blue collar comedy tour today and in the crowd I noticed a man dipping snuff and spitting into a water bottle. And for some odd reason it makes me feel good. Shoot dang!
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