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    December 31

    Happy New Year

    It's a little over than an hour away from Happy New Year for me here in Brookings, but I wanted to wish you a all a Happy New Year.  Janis and I will snug on the couch on this cold evening, watch the ball drop.
     
    Scott
    December 29

    16-0

    I didin't watch the whole game, but I watched the fourth quarter.
     
    As much as Tom Brady, Randy Moss, and Wes Welker get credit, the one person I hope gets the ONE RING is:
     
    Junior Seau.
     
    As the 2007 New England Patriots rock their way,  Junior is who I root for.  Tom has his rings.  I loathe Randy Moss.  Junior retired, and came back.
     
    If I root for the Pats, it's for Seau.
     
     
     
     

    Untitled

    This is the hidden track on Magic.  I don't know the official name, but I call it The Mold.  Thus, I call it Untitled.
     
    Untitled
     
    Bruce Springsteen
     
    Well they built the Titantic to be a one of a kind
    But many ships ruled the seas
    They built the Eiffel Tower to stand alone
    But they can build another, if you please?
    Taj Mahal, Pyramids of Egypt are unique I suppose
    But when they built you brother,
    They broke the mold
     
    Now the world is filled with many wonders
    Under the passing sun
    Sometimes something comes along
    You're sure it's the only one
     
    The Mona Lisa, David, The Sistine Chapel, Jesus, Mary and Job,
    And when they built you Brother,
    They broke the mold
     
    When they built you brother,
    They turned dust into gold
    When they built you brother,
    They broke the mold
     
    They say you can't take it with you
    I think that they're wrong
    Because when I woke up this morning
    Something big was gone
     
    Gone into that dark ether where you're still young
    Hard and cold
    Just like when they built you brother,
    They broke the mold
     
    Now your death is upon us
    And your ashes returned to the earth
    I know you'll take comfort in knowing
    You've been roundly blessed and cursed
    Love is a power greater than death
    Just like songs and stories told
    And when she built you, brother
    She broke the mold
     
    Bad attitudes and powers of death
    Have been burning her stone cold
    When they built you brother
    December 28

    In Memory of Benazir Bhutto

    You were a chance for true peace.  I am not Muslim, but a Christian.  I mourn your loss Pakistanis around the world.
     
     
    Scott

    A Perfect Season

    On the eve of the game between The New England Patriots and The New York Giants (home), history could seriously be made tomorrow night.
     
    The Patriots are 15-0.  The 1972 Miami Dolphins went 17-0 (on a 14 game season, two playoff games, and Superbowl VII) back in 1972.  If New England wins, I seriously think the real pressure will begin to work on them after 16-0.  As they say, the post-season is a new season.  That means for them to truly be perfect, they would have to win THREE more games:
     
    1). The Divisional Championship Game (they clinched a bye week long ago)
     
    2). The AFC Championship Game.  Indianapolis and New England hate each other with a passion, if it goes that way.
     
    3).  Super Bowl XLII.  That's where the absolute pressure will be.  If they pull it off, then they truly deserve it.  If not, then whomever the NFC team (Dallas could do it), then it's the best game of snooker I'd see.
     
    In the meantime, check this out.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    December 25

    Christmas Time Again

     
    EXTREME
     
    Christmas Time Again
     
    Christmas always goes too fast
    It's up to us make it last
    And all I want for Christmas is love
    Come that morning and I see you smile
    It only lasts a little while
    How come we seem to push it all aside

    Don't you know that it's
    Christmas time again
    I'm happy for you
    You know it comes and goes
    So let's pretend that it'll last all year

    Seem it seems to disappear
    It brings us towards it leaves a tear 
    The day is done but spirit should remain
    It's times like these we need a change
    I care enough to rearrange
    I'll make sure it'll last all year

    (Don't you know that it's)
    Christmas time again
    I'm happy for you
    You know it comes and goes
    So let's pretend it'll last (all year)
    (Oh Christmas)
     
    La la la la
    La la la la
    La la la la
    La la la la

    Got to give a little more
    Remember what we're thanking for
    All my love, my kind
    Let's pretend just this time
    Let's keep the flow this time
    That our Christmas will last all year

    (Don't you know that it's)
    Christmas time again
    I'm happy for you
    You know it comes and goes
    So let's pretend it'll last (all year)
    (Oh Christmas)

    Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
    Born is the king of ISRAEL

    Garth

    In my world of musical tastes, many people are surprised that I consider Garth Brooks as one of my idols.  But then again, many people don't understand why I consider Kid Rock as an idol as well. 
     
    As a musician, exploration and knowing one's roots is a damned good thing.  Knowing what musicians you like, and what influenced them, and finding that you have common roots is an awesome feeling to me.
     
    I've been a Garth Brooks fan for years, I will confess.  I remember in the mid-ninties, there was a tribute album to KISS called Kiss My Ass.  That's when I connected with Garth.  Because he did a wonderful version of Hard Luck Woman.  As much as I love Beth, I always love the former.  Beth is too personal to Peter Criss to do a cover on a tribute album.  Garth knew that, and publically said he is a member of the KISS Army.
     
    I've learned learned from Garth that great songs do mean something.  I have a short "Wish List" of artists I have yet to see live before i die.
     
    1). Jimmy Page
    2). Bruce Springsteen
    3). U2
     
    Garth is now #4.

    Do They Know It's Christmas

    Over twenty years ago, Bob Geldof began a movement to bring awareness about the famine in Africa.  He brought together many of the biggest names in European music at the time to do a video that eventually led to Quincy Jones bringing together American musicians to put forth a single.  Eventually, these efforts brought forth a little known concert called Live Aid.
     
    One of my idols, Paul David Hewson along with countless others, began a movement called ONE.  it spawned Live8, which was a worldwide concert that coincided with the G8 meeting in Scotland in July of 2005.  Simply to bring awareness that poverty is still there, and prosperity for all of us in the world is a God,  Allah,  Iehoviah, or whatever religion you practice, is a given right.
     
    This post is mainly dedicated to my mother, whom I visited this weekend.  But it is also dedicated to those who simply need some form of inspiration this time of year.  Usually, this time of year brings me down, but this is the first time in a very long time that I felt good about myself during Christmas time.  This is also dedicated to Bob Geldof, and Bono.  This is dedicated to the ones in need, and this is dedicated to the troops.
     
    Semper Fi!
     
     
     
     
     
    December 24

    He's There To See Me

    He's There To See Me
     
    He's there to see me
    Flying through the night
    He's there to see if I've been
    Naughty or nice?
    He's there for me
    He's there for me
     
    Then the star showed me the way
    To where the Chosen One lay
    He's there to see me
    Three Kings to witness
    The glory of this night
     
    They're all off  to see me
    Flying through the night
    The spirit of Christmas is in their hearts
     
    They believe in me
    They believe in me
    They believe in me
    They believe in me
    Believe in me
     
     

    Little Drummer Boy

    Little Drummer Boy
     
    Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum 
    A new born King to see, pa rum pum pum pum 
    Our finest gifts we bring, pa rum pum pum pum 
    To lay before the King, pa rum pum pum pum, 
    rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, 

    So to honor Him, pa rum pum pum pum, 
    When we come. 

    Little Baby, pa rum pum pum pum 
    I am a poor boy too, pa rum pum pum pum 
    I have no gift to bring, pa rum pum pum pum 
    That's fit to give the King, pa rum pum pum pum, 
    rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, 

    Shall I play for you, pa rum pum pum pum, 
    On my drum? 

    Mary nodded, pa rum pum pum pum 
    The ox and lamb kept time, pa rum pum pum pum 
    I played my drum for Him, pa rum pum pum pum 
    I played my best for Him, pa rum pum pum pum, 
    rum pum pum pum, rum pum pum pum, 

    Then He smiled at me, pa rum pum pum pum 
    Me and my drum.
    December 17

    The 12 Threats of Christmas

    I don't know if someone needs a life or not, but this is hilarious...:)
     
    It ranks up there with the Chewbacca site that has him doing Silent Night..:)
     
     
     
    December 16

    Showdown

    *whistle*
     
    Whah Whah Whah Whah
    Whah Whah Whah WhaaaH!
     
    The UNDEFEATED New England Patriots
    Battle the ONCE proud but UNDEFEATED
    Miami Dolphins
     
    WHO will WIN?
     
    *Whah Whah Whah Whah!
     
    *whistle*
     
    Sunday.

    *

    *
     
    All I want is you
    Nothing but you
    All I want is you
     
    NOTHING NOTHING!
    NOTHING NOTHING!
    NOTHING NOTHING!
    NOTHING NOTHING!
     
    betrayed
     
    Is sacred to me
    I don't care for what you stand for
    Except all I want is you
    I'll cheat and lie my way to you
     
    Nothing is sacred to me
    I don't even care
    For what everyone thinks of me
    Because all I think of is me
    All for me
    Nothing but me
     
    CHEATER!!!!!
     
    CHEATER CHEATER!
    CHEATER CHEATER!
    FUCKING CHEATER!
    CHEATER CHEATER!
    CHEATER CHEATER!
     
    Betrayed
     
    I'll do anything to get what I want
    I'll do what it has to take
    Even if I destroy everything
    That I hold dear
    For the love of everyting
     
    EVERYTHING
     
    That America holds dear
    It's my game and my fame
    That helps to destroy everything
    I don't care
    I don't care
    I just
     
    UNJUST UNJUST!
    UNJUST UNJUST!
    UNJUST UNJUST!
    UNJUST UNJUST!
     
    (I am so betrayed)
     
    And you turn a blind eye
    Letting me do what I do
    You congratulate me for what I've done
    But with a forced tongue
    A tongue that says words just like
     
    GREEED
     (Apathy)
     
    I scream Apathy
     
    Fraud
     
    all we want is the fucking money
    all they are are just suckers
    they'll pay anything to be entertained
    no matter what we're doing
    no one will take notice
    Of the fact that it's not a game
    but an enterprise worth exploiting
    why shouldn't i be honest
    i don't care for the records
    all I care is for
     
    MONEY MONEY!
    MONEY MONEY!
    MONEY MONEY!
    MONEY MONEY!
    HEY!
    RECORDS RECORDS!
    RECORDS RECORDS!!
    RECORDS RECORDS!!!
    RECORDS RECORDS!!!!
    MUST BE BROKEN!!!!
     
    Attendance records
    Records must be broken
    But on my own terms
    I'll cheat my way to the Hall of Fame
    But instead my name will be linked with
    cheating and everyone knows that i am a
    FRAUD

    Apathy

    Apathy
     
    Apathy is what I feel
    Towards you once loved
    You betrayed my trust by
    Buying what you lust
     
    Apathy towards me
    Is what you've shown me
    It doesn't matter what you say
    It tells me that you don't care
    About my feelings towards you
     
    Names are named
    And you have to adjust
    Clear your name or
    Live in fear being named
     
    Come out clean and clear
    Come out clean and clear
     
    Who cares for the ones who you work for
    They're the ones who pay the money
    The ones who fuel your greed
    For championships
     
    Why are you so corrupt?
    Why are you so corrupt?
     
    Records are meant to be broken
    That is a correction
    Player ejection
    Rejection
     
    Some have walked the hallowed halls,
    Some of them had had problems
    But none of you on list
    Don't belong here
    Apathy is what you need to
    Fear
     
     
    December 14

    Greed+Cheating-Integrity-Honesty=APATHY

    greed       (grēd)  
    n.   An excessive desire to acquire or possess more than what one needs or deserves, especially with respect to material wealth: "Many . . . attach to competition the stigma of selfish greed" (Henry Fawcett).
     
    +
    cheating

    adjective
     
     

    violating accepted standards or rules; "a dirty fighter"; "used foul means to gain power"; "a nasty unsporting serve"; "fined for unsportsmanlike behavior"

    -

    in·teg·ri·ty       (ĭn-těg'rĭ-tē)  
    n.  

    1. Steadfast adherence to a strict moral or ethical code.
    2. The state of being unimpaired; soundness.
    3. The quality or condition of being whole or undivided; completeness.

    -

    hon·es·ty      /ˈɒnəsti/ [on-uh-stee]

    –noun, plural -ties.
    1. the quality or fact of being honest; uprightness and fairness.
    2. truthfulness, sincerity, or frankness.
    3. freedom from deceit or fraud.
     
    =

    ap·a·thy  /ˈæpəθi/ [ap-uh-thee]

    –noun, plural -thies.
    1. absence or suppression of passion, emotion, or excitement.
    2. lack of interest in or concern for things that others find moving or exciting.
    3. Also, ap·a·thei·a, ap·a·thi·a  /ˌæpəˈθiə/ [ap-uh-thee-uh] . Stoicism. freedom from emotion of any kind.
     
     

     
    That is my response to Major League Baseball.
     
    Last night, I delved into the Mitchell Report, listened to ESPN Radio/ESPN on TV, and read articles on on MLB's website, ESPN, and CNNSI.  Granted, a 400+ page document is an endeavor that will probably take me weeks to read, if I choose to read it all.
     
    However, both Union head Don Fehr and Commisioner Bud Selig's remarks to me, plus the owners (READ: George Steinbrenner as the main culprit), and one person on the list that truly broke my heart (Chuck Knoblauch) have basically ended my love of America's Pastime forever.
     
    Players Union Leader Donald Fehr:
     
     
    Sir, my apathy towards you is this:
     
    Asking for a preview copy of the report I feel was your right.  However, from the viewpoint of a former fan of your sport, you claim that there were men on the list that may be innocent.  This may be true.  However, I wish to know why those "innocent" men on the list did not speak to George Mitchell or his team.  Jason Giambi (who admitted to using) was forced by Bud Selig to talk to Mitchell.  Only one active player that voluntarily spoke to Mitchell's team was Frank Thomas.  Mr. Thomas, you are a man.  It takes a PERSON like you to buck the system.
     
    Mr. Fehr, did the Union bully innocent or dirty, honest, or dishonest players to not talk?  That's my question to you.
     
    Commissioner Bud Selig:
     
     
    My apathy towards you is this:
     
    You sir, are a fucking pussy.  I always have felt you were one, since you are reactive, instead of being proactive.  When the strike of 1994 occured, I lost faith in baseball, until Cal Ripken, Jr. broke Lou Gehrig's ironman streak.  Considering that Jose Canseco has admitted that back in the late 80's he was a user of steroids, it makes me question Cal.  However, since Mitchell's report throws out anything pre-1998 (more on that in a moment), this can't be proven.  As far as I am concerned, Cal Ripken, Jr. was a natural.
     
    1998 was an animal of a year.  It's the first cited account of pitcher Roger Clemens' use of steroids.  He ended up having a phenominal year.  It also brought us the year of Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa's breaking of 61.  Later, McGwire admitted using a substance that (now) is banned, and his Al Gore/Oliver North testimony a few years ago at Congress was the first crack of me losing faith.  Sammy Sosa has also been under suspicion, and it questions the corked bat incident a few years back.  (Corked bats are illegal.  Cork lightens the bat, to make the swing more at ease).
     
    Barry Bonds.  I've spoken enough about this fraud, with the exception that, you, Mr. Selig, allowed this man to dishonor two hallowed records.  714 and 755.  He also dishonored Roger Maris' 61 and Babe Ruth's 60..  You "toyed" the public on whether you would "attend" the game that Mr. Fraud would "break" Hank Aaron's record.
     
    New York Yankees owner George Steinbrenner, my apathy to you is this (this is to the owners in general; but Steinbrenner needs to be singled out):
     
    You do everything to win  You BUY your talent, no matter what the cost.  Yes, the New York Yankees are an institution in this country.  You either love them or hate them.  My mother was raised in New England, and is a die hard Red Sox fan, so I see it even if I mention the Yankees.
     
    Your franchise included such immortals as The Babe, Lou Gehrig, Mickey Mantle, Joe DiMaggio, and Roger Maris.  They also included Reggie Jackson, Goose Gossage, Don Mattingly, and (and I pray to God he is not a user) Derek Jeter, whom I respect.
     
    However, no less than TWENTY of the named players on the initial list are either current and former Yankees.  Many played on some, if not all of the championships your franchise won since 1996.
     
    But sir, you turned a blind eye, spent millions of dollars, and you drove out the manager that provided you with four championships.  Nobody is FUCKING perfect sir.
     
    You also signed these tainted players.  I don't think for a New York Minute that you "didn't know" that these men were clean.  You either knew, or you didn't, sir.  If you didn't, then you are the most fucking naive businessman with high expectations for your employees....EVER.  If you did, SHAME ON YOU.  Your ego and the ruination of not only the legacy of this once great sport, and once great franchise that helped millions cope in The Great Depression.  I pursuaded fifteen Australians to see your team play at hallowed Yankee Stadium seven months after 9-11 when I was in New York City in July, 2002.  My goal was to show them what America was truly like.  Now, you only show me your greed.  I went to that game to help me heal myself of the pain that happened to your city, and to help me cope with what happened on that day.  To you, a hearty FUCK YOU!
     
    To the players guilty or innocent:
     
    God have mercy.  To the guilty:
     
    Fess up.  Admit you were wrong.  Be men.  Admit that you let America down.  The fans, the troops, the children.  You let down the fans.  You let down the troops who want to see a piece of home.  You let down the children, because they consider you heroes.  You tell them that cheating is the way to success.
     
    To the innocent:
     
    If you are innocent, why did you not be like Frank Thomas?  Be men, and save the integrity of your sport.  Christ,  This is when America needs you most.  Frank Thomas, even though he is not on the list, he cooporated.  He's a man.
     
    Greed plus Cheating minus Integrity minus Honest equals Apathy.
     
    In my mind, you are a dead sport to me, Major League Baseball.
     
    In my mind the records are:
     
    Roger Maris: 61
    Hank Aaron: 755
     
    George Mitchell said in his report that we should look forward.  In looking forward, ALL of these named, fear the apathy.  Those at the cusp of Hall Of Fame?  You will not make Cooperstown.  Your efforts will be scrutinized, and asterisks will be applied.
     
    Too much was revealed.  Too much more will be revealed.
     
    I never liked Jose Canseco, but when he wrote his book Juiced a few years back, he said he had the goods on alot of people.
     
    One thing I do admire about him:
     
    At least he was honest on his own use.  I ripped him back when he was talking about his book, because of my apathy towards him.  But, he was right.