This is the four hundredth post I have written. I feel that I should have a big banner and balloons and a small celebration. But no, that would take too much planning and coordination. One thing I will do is run through the archives and find what I think are some of my best writings. Self serving? Yes. Enjoyable? For me at least.
These are in no particular order.
The day J.D. Salinger died.
Michigan, My Michigan.
Drunk posting is fun.
Shoes! (and a book).
One of my favorites.
The one that started it all.
30 May 2010
29 May 2010
Stupid things heard at work
Just thought I would pass along this question that I heard at work that could keep some people up for quite some time. Enjoy.
Referencing a pair of jeans: 'What does it mean when it says "relaxed fit"?'
Referencing a pair of jeans: 'What does it mean when it says "relaxed fit"?'
24 May 2010
Lima Time in heaven
Jose Lima died of a massive heart attack yesterday at the age of thirty seven. He pitched for several teams in the major league throughout his career, including for the Detroit Tigers (twice actually, in the mid nineties and in the early 2000s). He wasn't the greatest pitcher ever, in fact he lost more than he won. But I'm not writing to lament a man who died far too young, I'm writing because of what he stood for.
'Lima Time'. Jose Lima was a fun loving baseball pitcher. He was one of the most relaxed players I have ever seen, especially when he was on the mound. He would be in the dugout or out on the field joking around with the players on his team and on the opposing team. Just a kid playing the game that he loved. His 'Lima Time' mantra was infectious. You couldn't help but smile or laugh when you listened to him.
Hopefully players today can take away a little from his untimely death and learn to love the game and play just for fun, not just for money.
'Lima Time'. Jose Lima was a fun loving baseball pitcher. He was one of the most relaxed players I have ever seen, especially when he was on the mound. He would be in the dugout or out on the field joking around with the players on his team and on the opposing team. Just a kid playing the game that he loved. His 'Lima Time' mantra was infectious. You couldn't help but smile or laugh when you listened to him.
Hopefully players today can take away a little from his untimely death and learn to love the game and play just for fun, not just for money.
23 May 2010
Visitors
Mom and Dad came down for a quick trip earlier this week. By quick trip, I mean two days, and then off to Seattle to visit Chuck and Lauren. It was fun to just hang out with them for the couple of days that they were here, but the weather was crappy. We had made plans to go to a ball game, but with the on and off rain, we thought better of it. To say that the trip was low key would be a bit of an understatement. The only time we left the apartment was to go to dinner or when Mom and Andrea went dress shopping. That was really it. Very nice to have that kind of relaxation I suppose.
We solidified our plans for the trip out west at the end of August. Very exciting that it is all coming together. We'll be spending an entire week out in Seattle, but the important thing is being able to see family. All of us haven't hung out together since last summer, so an entire year. I am excited about being out in Seattle for more than three days, which is what we did the last time we were there, and it just was not enough time to see anything really.
We solidified our plans for the trip out west at the end of August. Very exciting that it is all coming together. We'll be spending an entire week out in Seattle, but the important thing is being able to see family. All of us haven't hung out together since last summer, so an entire year. I am excited about being out in Seattle for more than three days, which is what we did the last time we were there, and it just was not enough time to see anything really.
20 May 2010
Back in my day
I just finished having a conversation with Dad about watching sports and about how watching them back in the 70s and 80s was 'better' than now. And it truly is compared to watching it now, if only I was alive back then. From baseball to hockey and we even touched on boxing for a quick second. Just watching clips and show now on sports back in the day it makes me long for those good ol' days. Players just wanted it more. They played hurt and with broken hands and fingers and with sprained ankles (etc. etc.). For love of the game if you will.
It got me thinking if thirty years from now I have a child (big IF), can I say that I remember watching great sports moments? There are a few moments in my mind right now, but they revolve around Detroit. I will forever remember Magglio hitting that home run against Oakland, the overtime game winner that Stevie Y scored against St. Louis, the epic Detroit-Colorado rivalry that spanned several years. There are a few outside of Detroit sports memories that I remember, but not many.
It makes me sad that I never got to watch Gordie Howe or Al Kaline. But at least I watched Barry Sanders in his prime, and the majority of Steve Yzerman's career, even though I have no memory of his early years. The big issue I have is that I enjoy watching baseball and the farm system isn't really in tact. Sure they have a player here and a player there that can come up and make it to the bigs, but organizations don't replenish their teams the way they did back then. They buy their players, or trade big names.
Once again, I'm sad that I missed out on the golden age of sports when players played because they wanted to. Because they loved to play. Not because their paycheck made them play.
It got me thinking if thirty years from now I have a child (big IF), can I say that I remember watching great sports moments? There are a few moments in my mind right now, but they revolve around Detroit. I will forever remember Magglio hitting that home run against Oakland, the overtime game winner that Stevie Y scored against St. Louis, the epic Detroit-Colorado rivalry that spanned several years. There are a few outside of Detroit sports memories that I remember, but not many.
It makes me sad that I never got to watch Gordie Howe or Al Kaline. But at least I watched Barry Sanders in his prime, and the majority of Steve Yzerman's career, even though I have no memory of his early years. The big issue I have is that I enjoy watching baseball and the farm system isn't really in tact. Sure they have a player here and a player there that can come up and make it to the bigs, but organizations don't replenish their teams the way they did back then. They buy their players, or trade big names.
Once again, I'm sad that I missed out on the golden age of sports when players played because they wanted to. Because they loved to play. Not because their paycheck made them play.
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