More Than Enough About A-Rod

Having read the most recent, well, through this mornings trashy but definitive measurements of self-medicating self-enhancement, I admit to being stunned about what there could be left to fight about or admit regarding Alex Rodriguez. I found just the *constant* flogging of the upcoming ’60 Minutes’ interview MORE than I wanted/needed to know, the regimen followed clear. Where is there a shred of DOUBT about what transpired in any reasonable mind?

That’s kind of a baseline reading of facts. The guy didn’t just ‘juice’, he lived the whole life. But sueing your freaking UNION, that’s where I think the trolley has gone off the tracks. My brother Dave caught a couple wildcat strikes while working for GE after getting his MBA, but even beyond protections granted by contract that allowed irresponsible behavior by a 20-man walkout, A-Rod is operating in a rarefied air of narcissism. This is what they call ‘dead bang guilty’ folks, and this guy is sueing the only group–even though they clearly hate his guts– that HAD to watch his back on certain issues.

In a lot of places in the world, there’s a willingness to admit that keeping a mad/crazy dog around just isn’t right, and yep, ya’ gotta do sumpthin’ about it. I’m not talking a double tap in middle of the street, but any changing of number of games suspended is moot: while there will almost inevitably be an on-going wrestling at the fringes of this saga, A-Rod is mostly toast. If the Yankees get out of paying his salary during suspension, I find myself cheering for the possibility, just because it’d be one more stick it! moment for the poster boy for Arrogant.

I’ll take everything down to the bottom line. After a conversation that included invoking baseball writers *not selecting anyone last year*, and fact Pete Rose’s overwhelming hit record vs. betting on own team as not worthy of Hall of Fame standard, A-Rod is as close to the HoF as either of us is going to get. I felt zero compassion for Raphael Palmiero, after his finger pointing in a Congressional hearing, about “I have NEVER taken…” and then testing positive. A fine hitter-contributor for many years, Palmiero’s the early favorite for getting dissed by selectors based on Steroid Era stats. Bonds, wow, thats going to be a hot potato, but as to A-Rod and Rafe, like Joe Pecci in ‘My Cousin Vinnie’ says, “I’m done with deez guyz.”

Rodriguez and lacking any doubt that *nobody* is going to give him a contract AFTER this suspension, I don’t care any more than I do about the (druggy) Tour de France, although truthfully, I do find the dramatic, exhaustive, even superhuman effort involved there worth writing about. There ya’ go Alex, you rank below bicycling in the Pyrennes.

Glenn S.

New Year-New Love Improve Ability to Shake Knockdowns/BS

Maybe it’s just a coincidence that “It’s not how many times get knocked down, it’s how many times you get up” bromide has already come up three times in 2014. Having commented on that simple but Truthful idea on LinkedIn, going a little longer on the idea seems legit.

With a *liiitle* bit of luck today, Jack and I will hit Nautica bonus, and some extra bucks in the bank is always something to have anticipation-optimism about. Coming on the heels of on-going annoyance with slightly (uhhh, 20% more ‘slightly meat cleaver’) reduced hours at MSER (major Southeast retailer), the negative crapola of computer scheduling (I won’t bludgeon you with that) and State’s questionable change to zero dependents for withholding (being single it won’t affect me, but Jack has three late teen-early 20 kids and zero vs. three is a screwing), that’s The Good Stuff. Mentally I’ve committed a chunk of that bonus to getting my nearly completely re-edited book printed, which is also strong stuff. I’d PLANNED on accomplishing that personal-professional milestone in 2013, but in trying to repair computer’s ‘Windows32 file corrupted’-type message three weeks ago, I wiped out *everything* on the unit. If I hadn’t kept book and resume on a thumb drive, I would’ve had to shoot myself.

Brother Mike finished re-loading everything last night while we watched exciting Cotton Bowl between Missouri and Oklahoma St., so THAT’S obviously a positive as well. Between that second you realize the total deal of saved files is going down the drain and regaining them there is an awful lot of angst for sure! (Okay, yes, I will buy/use a backup system after this!) Gaining a measure of traction on a major goal clearly counts.

With my Mom and Aunt Elinor up from Tampa, we had a very good Christmas, including lasagna dinner with Steve, Mer, 3 boys over at Mike’s place. It’s our first Christmas without my Dad, but as I said in blessing before dinner, hopefully we live with the joy of so many times past in our hearts, and anticipation of a time in future to share similar joy again. Finally buying a window treatment for my apartment with Mom’s Christmas $$ won’t accomplish that, but celebrating as a family always counts.

As for New Love in a new year, sharing a bottle of wine during 3 hr. lunch (Brio) and some affection afterwards with a very attractive, physically fit/desirable, smart and obviously motivated, crystal clear blue-eyed lady, brought a whole lot of focus to 2014. Elinor and I had a significant discussion about what I’ve done and what I could-should consider doing differently in job search (I guaranteed her 2 hrs./week on improving Spanish skills, she asked why not 2 a day), but when sparks fly from first kiss with an All That Woman– New Years Day or mid-May– THAT makes a crazy-great-impressive difference in every thought process. Unsatisfying job? I’m definitely on the case. Material and resources lined up on that book? Check, and ready to test my abilities to the max there and maybe being used on a contract basis. That kinda wussy left knee, its effect on my J and confidence, or upcoming 57th b-day? None of that matters when the lady kisses you back as well as you kissed her.

And when she says that, having read a particular scene from book sent via e-mail, she has a story she wants to tell you– privately– how much more anticipation for greatness can a new year bring?

Glenn S.