Tagged: Chris Hayes
1 Minute Monday, March 23rd
Oh boy this one’s gonna be tough to fit in to one minute. Got my first call-up to back up a big league game today. that means if the big league game goes in to extras or any of our pitchers gets hurt or has a high pitch count, some poor minor league guy with a number above 70 and no name on his back comes in to clean up the innings. i was that guy today! but i didn’t get in. sounds like i will have the opportunity again tomorrow, so i can’t wait. it’s fun to just
1 Minute Monday, March 16th
Spring training is finally in full swing. games have started. today we played canada. or at least a team representing the country. we won. tomorrow is the first time i throw in a real game and i believe we play the rangers. we play them about 20 times during camp because we share teh complex with them. a thought that has been with me all day: do you signal when you drive througha roundabout? there’s one near our house and i’m always so confused on what to do
Dear Shower Shoes,
It’s been a good run. For eight years
now you have kept me that oh-so-important inch away from the
primordial ooze that runs across the locker room shower floor.
Though you may have been doused with fungus after fungus, you have
taken it all in stride for
my own well being. I’m going to estimate over 1500 times we have
walked into the battlefield of a minor league shower and because of
you, I’ve avoided the obligatory flow of urine across the tiled floor
and have walked out to the real world free of athletes foot without
fail. Your single strap has held strong for so long now, and despite
the fact when we first met and embraced in 2001 you would irritate me
slightly, our friendship has molded to a level of comfort I could
only hope to find again. You have made a bigger impression on me
than I have made on you.
They named you “13” with a sharpie
when I got you so I could tell you apart from the rest, but you’ve
stayed loyal to me even when I changed to 26, 10, 55, 6, back to 55,
18, 55 again, 6 once more, and 56. I changed, but you were not
forgotten. I knew at my sole I was with “13”. At first I
remember wondering why your name was “B” but was so excited when
I realized you were, fittingly, just a smushed 13. It fit you so
well. And you, me.
It’s not that I’ve found someone
better. It’s that you’ve started to gross me out. Your smooth
neoprene surface has wicked away the blood, sweat, and tears that
have defined me for so many years, but recently, I’ve been noticing
you have been taking that all to heart and it’s been building up
inside you. Or at least it’s evident on the surface. Specifically
underneath your strap and in the fabric creating your Adidas logo.
For close to 200 showers per year, I have asked you to foot the bill
in places like Clinton, IA, Beloit, WI, Albuquerque, NM, Dothan, AL,
Salem, VA, Florence, KY, and countless other hell holes with a hose
mounted on the wall and a rusty drain in the tiled floor.
This isn’t easy for me, as I’m sure
it’s not for you either. But our equipment manager opened my eyes to
a whole new world of Crocs shower shoes. Since your birth in 2001,
our national debt has risen more than $4 trillion and judging by the
material used in these Crocs, I think most of it has gone to their
development. They have holes in the sides and bottoms so soap suds
don’t build up like they did on you. I have an optional heel strap I
can deploy if the floor is extra slippery. [sniffle] And they are
Royal Blue and have the Royals logo on the strap…twice actually,
both the crown and Kansas City in script and they are so comfortable
and they kinda squeak now when I walk because they are still new and
I can even wear them outside because this rubber-like plastic
material is so amazing and they are royal blue and people think I’m
so cool when I wear them and they are so jealous they make fun of the
outrageously colorful shower shoes, but then they see the logo and
think maybe it’s kinda cool, and then they look around the other
people in the shower to see if they approve and they go with the
general consensus, but we all know that even if they are making fun,
it’s just cause they are jealous they don’t have a pair. Oh, this is
so hard. But I can’t go back to you. You smell now.
You were around before Segways and
iPhones. You have outlasted generations of my “outside” shoes.
You and I aren’t friends on Facebook because we go back to a time
when we all survived (somehow) without it. Like all good things,
unfortunately our relationship has come to an end. You have toed the
line of disgusting me for a long time now. Oh, please don’t ball.
This new shower shoe has comforted me from the time we met, and it
feels good to be cared for in a new way. It’s unfair to ask you to
compare. You will always be my first. No one will take that away.
Love always,
Feet
Steroids (part 2)
Steroid debate (part 1)
If you have a voice in baseball
that anyone wants to hear, you’ve had something to say about steroids
in the last five years. Now that I have such a huge voice, and
throngs of loyal followers, it’s my time to take the stage and get in
on the publicity train. There’s a few ways to go about it, and in the
press and with players, we have all seen many of them. You can say
records should be erased. You can say players are cheaters and
frauds. You get your name on ESPN or get a book deal if you really
say something harsh and controversial. Now, I’m not going to say
records should be struck. I’m not going to say I personally feel
cheated by the players I look up to, both as role models and as the
guys higher up on the “corporate ladder,” and I’m not going to
say they are harming the integrity or image of the game. I’ll
refrain, not because I’m afraid to do so (although I am), but largely
because I haven’t fully made up my mind yet. I still have questions.
My opinion is just that, an
opinion like any other. I want to share it here because it is a
unique perspective in that it dichotomously comes from equal parts
player and fan, statistical junkie with a vested interest, undrafted
nobody, and “prospect” (the easy-miss variety). From this
perspective, I present you the thoughts and questions fueling the
debate currently going on in my head…
Do I like steroids?
No, not at all. I would go so far
as to say I hate them. When I dropped my arm-slot in 2005, I knew I
wanted to vie for a major league relief role. Realistically, each of
the 30 clubs has about four right-handed relief pitchers. For four
seasons now, I’ve been striving to be one of 120 players in the world
coming out of a Major League bullpen, and if any of those spots has
been occupied by steroid users, they have interfered with my dream.
My one-in-a-million shot may have gotten tilted even more against me.
I have overcome long odds so far and am still in the game, but I
still have a ways to go. I’m sure I have outlasted some PED users
already. I may unknowingly have to do so again to get my big break.
My success functions in the margin of the odds of at-bats and
pitches. My long-term career and livelihood depends on the odds of me
being one of the best 120 pitchers in the world on any given summer
night. As hard as I work to decrease the odds of batters being
successful against me, I’d hate for a competitor to be able to do
something as simple as take a pill or injection and decrease my odds
of pitching in the big leagues.
Why is everyone so against
steroids, though other ways of enhancing performance are admired?
Years ago, players got fined if
the organization discovered they lifted weights. It was presumed that
baseball was a sport for loose, limber players and that lifting
weights only made you tight and inflexible. The times have obviously
changed now; undoubtedly, getting stronger by lifting weights makes
you a better baseball player. But what if the weight lifters were
considered cheaters and performance enhancers? I’m sure some players
lifted weights while others weren’t allowed to. The playing field has
been skewed here, too — are the lifters not enhancing their
performance? “But it’s not a drug,” you may say, “there is a
difference.” Well, yes, but how much? There are many supplements
approved by Major League Baseball through a rigorous NSF
certification process. They are drugs, but have had some magic wand
passed over them making them legal and safe to use. Greenies were
rampant in clubhouses for years because they were deemed legal. As of
last year they have crossed the line into the “banned substance”
category. If the line between legal and illegal performance
enhancement is so defined and certain, how can an the same substance
reside on one side for years and wake up one day at the doorstep of
cheating, shame, and fraud?
Is a guy with the best diet in
the majors cheating? If he eats healthier than anyone else, he is
enhancing his performance through diet. But instead of being on the
cover of Sports
Illustrated with a
title accusing him of cheating and tarnishing the game, he is likely
down the magazine aisle, in a fitness magazine lauding his
nutritional prowess.
My eating habits are incredibly
healthy. I try to combine the right types of foods at the right times
of the day, in an effort to get my body to produce the most lean
muscle while reducing fat and at the same time repair muscles that
have been broken down during physical exercise. I actively try to do
that through the chemical components of the food I eat. Am I
cheating? No. Am I trying to enhance my performance? Yes. Why are
proteins, amino acids, and L-glutamate legal and honorable methods of
enhancing performance, yet Primobolan and Andro (to name the ones
fresh on everyone’s mind) are dishonorable and cheating? Granted, the
latter method may work exceptionally better than mine, but are we
then condemning solely on the premise of efficacy?
The spitball was banned from the
game in the ’20s. Was this because it was so effective? You could say it was banned because it was altering
the playing field and giving one player an advantage over the other.
For me, functional training in the weight room, in addition to yoga
and Pilates, alter my body to give me an advantage over other players
in terms of my stability and balance. This allows me to throw strikes
from a crazy arm angle. Am I going to be banned because I’m
effective? If not, could I be forced to throw overhand to keep me
from altering the playing field?
If there are hundreds of
methods for improving your performance, why are a select few illegal?
If steroids did nothing to help your performance, would they be such a
big issue? Seriously, think about it…would they? You can say yes
because kids look up to big leaguers and it’s unhealthy for kids to
emulate steroid use. But do we hold press conferences and sell
magazines by revealing another player who chewed tobacco? Chewing
tobacco is a horrible example for kids and I wish this on no one, but
I assume there are numerous cases of cancer related to chewing
tobacco in America. Chewing tobacco is rampant in baseball, so you
can’t claim a purely moral reasoning. So what is it exactly that
makes steroids illegal? It’s a fine line — a line that,
ideologically, I struggle to distinctly define.
I strongly wish I could more
certainly justify my gut feeling telling me to condemn steroid use.
I have arguments to help in this justification. Steroids are
chemically engineered, they are a detriment to your health, and it’s
unfair to impose a choice between long-term health risks to “keep
up” or stay clean and perhaps get overlooked. They are valid
points, but I still have too many questions and the debate rolls on
up there in my 7 3/8” head (it’s been that size ever since I’ve worn a fitted hat, by the way).
Again, I’m not saying I like
steroids. I don’t like them. I don’t like the fact that people may
use them to get an advantage on me, or the idea that I’m trying to
break in to the majors at the end of the steroid era. Well, here’s
hoping we’re nearing the end…
(More to come soon, but it’s probably time you get back to work)