Baseball and A Tragic Death
Alright, I think I’m about ready to wake up from my little bout of hibernation here and do some real blogging. Or, at least, my futile attempts at it, and I gotta couple of things I actually wanted to talk about.
First off, no news on the writing front — sorry about that. I’ve done a little bit of sketching, but I’ve had some … interesting stuff going on lately (that I’ll gladly discuss when the time is right), and it’s distracted me from a lot of my more interesting pursuits.
Okay, with that out of the way, I’m going to spend this summer — at least, I’m going to try to spend this summer — in a bit of a different mindset than I have in most years since I was about 11. I’m actually going to try and keep up with baseball. Blame the radio: I’ve been listening a lot to the ESPN radio station when ever I’m in the car, and I gotta say I love it. Well, the talk shows they have, at least.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a sports nut by any stretch of the imagination. I used to collect baseball cards, back in the early 90′s, and I don’t really have a clue what’s going on in the sport. I mean, sure, A-Rod and Jeter are always on the news for some reason or other, and there was the whole steroids fiasco, but I mean keeping up with the actual game.
So, this year I’ve decided I’m going to spend a bit more time checking the scores and maybe even watch a couple of games if I happen to catch them on the tube. I even have a handful of teams that I’m rooting for. In the national league (which I was never really that much into), I’m mainly going for the Cubs. The reason is simple: I’d just love to see them get a championship and break that damned curse. Not really expecting them to, although from what I hear they have one of the best teams in the NL.
Other than that, most of the teams I’m going for are in the American League. First off are the Tampa Bay Rays. Not because I actually like them, and not because they went to the series last year, but because I’d like to see them keep the Yankees and the Red Sox out of that dance.
I’m also going for Seattle, because they’re one of the few teams with a player I actually remember from when I was really into baseball: Ken Griffey Jr. Yeah, he’s getting to be an old man now — as far as sports are concerned — but still, it’s Junior man. I’m glad to see him back in Seattle. And, I’ll admit, there’s still a bit of a “root for the home team” mentality with them as well. Not that I was much of a Mariners fan when I was in Washington, but it’d be kinda nice to see them do something before Griffey retires (damn, I never thought I’d ever say anything about Griffey retiring…).
But, the main team I’m going for throughout the whole league is Texas. To give you an idea how long it’s been since I’ve kept up with them, the last couple of things I remember from the Rangers were 1) A homerun that went off Jose Canseco’s head (tee-hee), and B) Robin Ventura charging the mound and Nolan Ryan beating the crap out of him (check out this link for a video clip of it, or this one for a full “top 10″ of baseball fights, with the Ryan vs. Ventura altercation as a well-deserved #1. Both links open in a new window.).
I do want to make it clear that I have no misconceptions about the Rangers going all the way. It’d be great, don’t get me wrong, but I really don’t expect them to do too much. Maybe make the playoffs, but even that I’m kinda doubtful on. I’m mainly going for them because, well, I feel I need to go for someone, and the Rangers are a little nostalgic for me — mainly because of Nolan Ryan, who was pretty much the main player I loved when I kept up with the game better.
And yes, I know they just got massively and painfully ass-raped, without lube or a reach-around by the Tigers yesterday (4/10). You don’t see a 15-2 loss by any team everyday, so getting reamed like that is actually quite amusing. And besides, they still swept the Indians, so that ain’t too bad to open the season with (then again, the Indians could be the worst team in the league for all I know; I don’t really care though).
On a more somber note though, I do want to talk a bit about what’s going on with the Nick Adenhart scenario. First off, it’s a damned shame what happened — if you don’t know what I’m talking about, you can check it out at CNN. Poor kid was just getting things started, and to have his life cut short in any way, let alone the manner in which it happened, is just sad.
I’ll be honest, when I first heard that the guy who caused the wreck had been drunk, it didn’t surprise me. Nor that he’d fled the scene — pathetic, but he’s 22 years old, and probably scared shitless. I’d like to think I would have stayed at the scene, but (thankfully) I haven’t been in such a situation like that so I really don’t know what I’d do.
What did surprise me — at first, at least — was that he’d been charged with 3 counts of murder. Murder? I knew he’d get charged, but I figured it’d be under vehicular manslaughter, or something a little more minor than the big M. Not to trivialize what he’d done, but that’s what I thought was standard in DUI deaths. I could be wrong, but I believe that’s what the kid who killed Sam Kinison was charged with — he was drunk, and charged with vehicular manslaughter, not murder.
So, that was my first thought — they’re gonna run this guy over the coals for a stupid accident, probably just because it was a rather high-profile death. I’ll admit it, I’ve driven with a bit more alcohol in my system than I should have, so while I don’t condone what the guy did in the slightest, I can certainly understand his perspective a little bit (or so I thought): been out, having a bit of a good time, want to get home and pass out. In my mind, it was a tragic accident, but definitely not murder.
Then, later last night, I started reading more of the facts of the story and a bit more of the guy’s back ground. First off, his BAC was three times the legal limit in California. Jesus Christ! Three times? That’s not just a bit of a good time, that’s going-to-bed-with-Cindy-Crawford-and-waking-up-with-Edward-James-Olmos drunk. That much alcohol in his system, I’m surprised he could walk to the car, let alone drive it.
Next, the fucker was driving 65 MPH in a 35 MPH zone. I’m sorry, but if you’ve been drinking at all, that’s the last thing you want to do. Not just because you might, I don’t know, get into a wreck and kill someone, but because you’re just asking to get pulled over. The fact that it was a minivan just makes that even more absurd. Sorry, but every time I’ve driven after even a single beer I make damned sure I drive as safe as possible just to avoid a DUI.
And, to top it all off, this ass hat was driving with a suspended license. Why was it suspended? Because of a previous DUI charge. How dumb can you fucking be? Get absolutely sloshed, speed through a residential area (at least, I’m assuming it was residential because of the speed limit), when you’ve already been under the gun for drunk driving?
After hearing all those facts, I say fry the mother fucker, and I don’t care if it was a major league pitcher he killed or a damned child molester. I think the saddest thing of all is — as so frequently happens — the dumb fuck who’d been drinking so much lived through the accident, but he killed three people and put another one in the hospital in critical condition.
Okay, rant’s over 
I’ve got stuff I need to pretend I’m going to do, so I’ll just catch you on the flip side.
–Matt
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