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4 December 09
Imagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air. You name them—work, family, health, friends and spirit—and you are keeping all of these in the air. You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. But the other four balls—family, health, friends, and spirit—are made of glass. If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged, or even shattered. They will never be the same. You must understand that and strive for balance in your life.
— Brian Dyson
Tags: quote family
14 November 09
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

This is one of the songs I wrote about in the last post.

Posted: 12:40 PM

The Music of my Heritage

Over the last decade, I’ve taken a lot of grief from a lot of friends for being such a big fan of the Gaither Vocal Band. While I recognize that, at times, the lyrics from the GVB leave some theology to be desired, the harmonies and vocal talents are what I love. (Don’t get me wrong…more often than not I think the lyrics are great, too.)

In September I traveled to Ashland, Kentucky, to celebrate the 40th anniversary of my parents’ church, Ashland Plaza Church of the Nazarene. My dad has been the worship leader there since the day the church opened its doors. A huge part of the anniversary celebration was some great southern gospel music, mostly featuring my dad, his sisters Stella and Linda, his brother Lawrence (yes, I have an uncle named Lawrence Taylor; no, he is not a punishing linebacker), and his brother-in-law Gene. My cousin Erin and I sang a few with them, but mostly we all just sat back and listened to their sweet harmonies and ringing chords.

During that weekend, I was reminded why I love that particular type of music so much. Just like the importance of my faith and family, my penchant for grammar, and my dedication to certain athletic teams, this stuff runs in my blood. The chorus of one of those old Vaughan songs is often in my head, and when one of them comes on my iTunes shuffle, I hum or sing along in my office.

While I don’t make it to Lawrenceburg, Tennessee, for the annual family reunion and singin’ any more, I hope to find a way to pass this great music on to my boys and keep the heritage alive.

26 October 09

Three Upcoming Blog Posts

I’ve had three blog posts percolating over the last few weeks because of different happenings in my life. If I tell you (all two of you) that they’re coming, I’m much more likely to actually post them. Watch soon for:

  1. The Music of my Heritage
  2. The Wizard of Oz
  3. A Sports Pessimist No More
22 September 09
For a group to take collective action, it must have some shared vision strong enough to bind the group together, despite periodic decisions that will inevitably displease at least some members.
— Clay Shirky, Here Comes Everybody
25 August 09

The Dyslexic Atheist: There is no doG

I came across this very interesting link yesterday from my twacquaintance @ProdigalJohn, who authors the fun site Stuff Christians Like. In a nutshell, the folks over at Eternal Earth-Bound Pets, for a cool $110, will be sure the pets of Jesus-followers are rescued in case of rapture! How about that?! Atheistic animal lovers will save your pets after Jesus comes back! I guess this answers the question about whether dogs go to heaven…

I have to say, though, I think there’s a philosophical problem here. To me, there are only two possibilities:

  1. These atheists aren’t atheists at all, but in fact people who really believe the rapture is going to take place, and thus who really believe this scenario could take place; or
  2. These people are thieves, just taking money for a service they won’t provide. After all, they’re sure there won’t even be a rapture. Right?
Tags: faith humor
10 August 09

Comparative Book Review | Chat Style

  • I've just finished reading two very different books on a very similar topic. The books were Selena Roberts' "A-Rod: The Many Lives of Alex Rodriguez" and "American Icon: The Fall of Roger Clemens and the Rise of Steroids in America's Pastime," written by the Daily News' investigative team of Thompson, Vinton, O'Keeffe, and Red. In lieu of a traditional book review, here's a conversation I overheard between the two books on my nightstand.
  • A-Rod: Hey, Icon. So...your subject is a great pitcher, and mine is a great hitter.
  • Icon: Uh, yeah. I guess.
  • A-Rod: Did you know I'm a svelte 272 pages, and I cover the entire life of Alex Rodriguez?
  • Icon: Really? That's great.
  • A-Rod: You look a little...um...beefy.
  • Icon: Well, I'm 464 pages. And I don't cover Clemens' whole life...just ten years or so.
  • A-Rod: Ten years took 464 pages?? You must have tons of pictures. I only have a few pages of pictures.
  • Icon: Actually, A-Rod, I don't have any pictures.
  • A-Rod: What? Well, how could your authors have written that many pages about only ten years?
  • Icon: Well, they did meticulous research. They conducted thousands of hours of interviews and did award-winning investigative reporting. I'm pretty proud of it, actually. My pages aren't full of opinion or conjecture. Just facts, really.
  • A-Rod: Oh, I'm full of facts, too. I mean, occasionally my author may have talked about what Rodriguez was thinking when she couldn't have possibly known. And her personal dislike of Rodriguez probably sneaked into my pages a little more often than it should have, but, you know, it's okay.
  • Icon: Sure. Whatever.
  • A-Rod: I only have a few grammatical and spelling errors, you know. Like 15 or 18. My author can't spell "Nomar Garciaparra." And, for some reason she thinks "playoffs" should be hyphenated. (I think she writes for a prominent sports magazine or something, so I can't figure this one out.)
  • Icon: Well, I don't know about all that, but I have a couple mistakes, too. Exactly a couple.
  • A-Rod: Two mistakes? That's it?
  • Icon: Yeah.
  • A-Rod: Well, I'm due back at the library tomorrow. What about you?
  • Icon: Oh, I'm not from the library. That dude who was reading us bought me on Amazon.
  • A-Rod: Really? Weird, huh? Wonder why he bought you but only checked me out at the library.
  • Icon: I don't know, A-Rod. I don't know.
7 July 09

A Little Levity Goes a Long Way

The captain of a ship, standing on the deck with a telescope, spotted a pirate ship approaching. “First Mate,” he said, “bring me my red shirt.” The captain put the red shirt on and led his ship to a victory over the pirates.

The next morning, the captain spotted two pirate ships on the horizon. “First Mate, bring my red shirt again, please.” Upon the pirate ships’ arrival, the red-shirt-clad captain again defeated the pirates in a tougher battle this time. Later that day, the first mate approached the captain. “Captain, I have to ask…Is there something special about the red shirt?”

“Not at all,” the captain replied. “You see, First Mate, I am the leader of this ship. These men must not see me wounded. I wear the red shirt so that, in case I am bloodied during a battle, the men will not become disheartened.” The first mate was inspired.

The next morning, the captain peered over the horizon and was surprised to see a dozen pirate ships approaching.

“First Mate,” he said. “Bring me my brown pants.”

23 May 09

Pete Rose's Self-Made Prison

Several weeks ago, in response to some comment I made on Facebook, my friend Wes hollered at me about Pete Rose. Many of my friends holler at me about Pete Rose. (I grew up near and lived in Cincinnati for a while.) Then, when Manny got busted, my friend Timmy sent me this text message:

Manny. What a bum. Pete Rose forever!

And I thought to myself then, “I have to blog about Pete Rose.” Then, Dan Patrick randomly had Charlie Hustle on his radio show, and I was reminded again. So here we go.

There is so much to consider when it comes to Rose’s candidacy for the Hall of Fame. As baseball has always been known as a haven for statisticians, let’s look at his statistical merits. In the most traditional sense, most baseball fans look at things like Batting Average, Home Runs, and Runs Batted In when assessing someone statistically. On the list of all-time players, Rose ranks 172nd, 392nd, and 88th in those categories, respectively. Other categories considered by traditional fans are Base Hits, Runs Scored, and Stolen Bases. Rose is the all-time leader in Hits and places 6th in Runs Scored and 336th in Stolen Bases. In considering these statistical categories, a fair case could be made to put Rose in the Hall of Fame.

People who study baseball carefully, however, have learned that these traditional categories don’t always tell the whole story. Sabermetricians use less traditional categories to determine a player’s true value, statistics like OPS (On-Base Percentage Plus Slugging Percentage) and Runs Created. Rose ranks highly in the Runs Created category (9th all time) but quite poorly in OPS (525th).

Pete Rose was what I like to call a “Compiler:” a player who looks good statistically at the end of his career mostly because he had the good fortune of staying healthy and playing for many years. (Nolan Ryan and Cal Ripken both fall into the category, as well.) When you look at statistics that compile (Hits, Runs, Walks, etc.), Rose looks like one of the greatest players in history. But when you weigh the categories which are measured by percentages (On-Base Percentage, Slugging Percentage, Batting Average), it’s certainly debatable whether he is HOF material. (Incidentally, it’s not like he should apologize for being healthy and playing a long time…more power to him.)

Considering the intangibles is another story. Baseball has a tendency to allow players into the Hall of Fame who may not “measure up” statistically but who brought some intangible factor to the table. My favorite player of all time, Ozzie Smith, is a superb example of this. While Ozzie’s offensive numbers are nowhere near HOF material, he was the “greatest defensive player of all time.” Obviously, this is a rather subjective title. There are numbers to bear it out, but mostly he made the HOF on the merits of his Gold Glove awards, All-Star appearances, and general defensive dominance. The case for Rose is made much more easily using “intangibles:” Rose was on 17 All-Star teams, won an MVP, batted over .300 nearly every season, had a reputation for being a hustler, and is the game’s all-time leader in Hits, for Pete’s sake (pun intended). Using this argument, Rose probably belongs in the Hall of Fame.

Which brings us to Pete Rose’s X Factor: His propensity to gamble on baseball, and worse, on his own team.

[Let me be clear about one thing up front: Anything I say which may come across as soft on those caught using PEDs is anything but. I hate that three of the greatest players I ever saw in my life cheated and lied (are still lying) about it. I am not attempting to be light on PED users, only to relate their crime to that of Rose.]

One of the biggest arguments I keep hearing in favor of Rose being reinstated and placed on the HOF ballot is that, now that steroids have had their era, we have to let Pete in. After all, surely Bonds, Clemens, A-Rod, etc., will be allowed in, right? I don’t know how the HOF voters will deal with all the alleged steroid users, but I know how they’ve dealt with them to this point, and it hasn’t been pretty. I’d say it’s no guarantee the PED guys are going into the Hall.

There’s another, more troubling aspect of this argument though, and that is the idea that those using PEDs are worse than those gambling on the game. I think this is ludicrous.

“But wait!” you say. “Pete always bet on his own team!” I’m not sure how that really makes things any better. Pete Rose was betting a minimum of $10,000 daily on baseball games involving a team he was managing. This is unconscionable. Imagine the reasoning which may have gone on in his head: “Well, we’re down three going into the 9th. I’d love to win that 10 grand, but I’m gonna bet another 10 tomorrow night. I’ll save (fill in team’s best relief pitcher’s name here) until tomorrow so he’s fresh.” Rose always knew he would be betting big money on tomorrow’s game, and the one after that, and the one after that. This knowledge certainly impacted the way he managed, and it wasn’t always to win that night’s game, to be sure.

There are so many other issues here. Of course Rose said he only bet for his team to win, but why in the world should we believe him? He lied for years and years about the gambling, so why wouldn’t he lie about that? And his confession was….well…self-serving (I’m being kind.) Many sports figures have been smart enough to figure this out: If you get caught having screwed up, admit it, at least act like you’re sorry, and move on with your life. Sports fans, as a whole, are a forgiving bunch. Rose couldn’t handle this, though. Ten years after his banishment, he was chastising Jim Gray on national television, saying he wouldn’t admit to something that never happened. Then, in 2004, days after the Hall of Fame class was announced, Rose did an about-face. He admitted everything, agreed to interviews, wanted to come clean and get back into the game he loved so much. Oh…and he wrote a book about it, which was conveniently released at the same time. Was it an apology tour or a book tour? I can’t remember. Not only did his confession lack even the slightest sense of authenticity, but, as Rose was so often known to do, he had to make a buck with it.

I imagine there will be a day Pete Rose is allowed onto the ballot for baseball’s Hall of Fame. I’m not sure the voters will elect him, but that wouldn’t really shock me, either. If this happens in my lifetime, I’ll be a bit surprised. Whenever that day comes, I believe the Baseball Hall of Fame will be worse for it.

18 May 09

#5

Here is the fifth most viewed blog post from my days at blogger. It was posted the night Saddam Hussein was executed. To read the comments which followed the post (which contain an absolutely fascinating conversation), click here.

Justice?

Posted by BT

38”You have heard that it was said, ‘Eye for eye, and tooth for tooth.’ 39But I tell you, Do not resist an evil person. If someone strikes you on the right cheek, turn to him the other also. 40And if someone wants to sue you and take your tunic, let him have your cloak as well. 41If someone forces you to go one mile, go with him two miles. 42Give to the one who asks you, and do not turn away from the one who wants to borrow from you. 43”You have heard that it was said, ‘Love your neighbor and hate your enemy.’ 44But I tell you: Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, 45that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. He causes his sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the righteous and the unrighteous.

For some strange reason, people in the world think justice was done tonight.

God, help us.

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