So today it was rumored/confirmed by ESPN that Pujols has signed with the LA Angels for 10 years/$ 250 million.
A lot of you Cardinals fans are upset (as am I). For months we’ve heard from the man that he’s “not in it for the money” and other lines of utter crap. Obviously, he wasn’t telling the truth. If he were, he would have canned Dan Lozano a long time ago.
STL apparently offered $220-230 million. Really, what’s another $20 million when you have that much money? After spending your entire career with the Cards, you leave for…what? A couple extra bucks? What about the “love for the city” you have? The fans?
Hell, Mark “I Don’t Wanna Talk About My Past” McGwire finished his career there. And he was a cheating piece of crap.
Albert Pujols will, no doubt, have a statue outside of Busch Stadium. He has become a St. Louis player, and no matter what team he joins he’ll be known as a St. Louis player. No doubt.
However, his statue will join the 10 or so statues currently outside the stadium. A little statue. Perhaps if he would have stayed and continued to serve the city of St. Louis, his statue would have got a size upgrade.
As it stands, there will be only one big statue. And, to be honest, I think it looks better that way.
So goodbye, Albert. Thank you for your time here and the 2 World Series wins.
I read this on YouTube this morning, and it really struck a chord with me:
"The best thing about sports mirrors the best things in life…perseverance, humility, class, and compassion. These are things that go beyond the stats and highlights. As great as he was, his friend Babe Ruth, took most of the spotlight. I think we all can relate to that on some level. Just keep chugging away. Be the best person you can be even if others don’t appreciate it as much as you think they should. When the moment of truth comes, you’ll be ready. That’s what Lou Gehrig taught me."
Lou Gehrig, one of the greatest players of all time, died on this date, June 2, 1941.
So Ron Paul has thrown his hat into the 2012 Presidential race, and with that, his rabid fanbase returns.
Look, if you support him, fine. That’s cool. That’s what makes this country great. But don’t agree with the man just because he says something.
Case in point, Ron Paul is advocating selling the gold in Fort Knox (almost wrote Knoxxx…too much Borderlands…) to help solve our $14.29 trillion debt. Sources say that the gold could net the feds tens of billions of dollars.
Tens. Of billions. Versus a $14.29 TRILLION DEBT. It’s a drop in the very large bucket that, in the long run, will probably be all for naught.
We all know that the federal government, if they did sell the gold, would put the money toward the debt. They always do the responsible thing with the money they’re given…that’s sarcasm, if you didn’t catch it. It’s hard to convey through the web.
Am I a pessimist? Yeah. But I have every right to be.
Pictured is Bristol Palin, daughter of former Alaskan Governor, reality star, and annoyance Sarah Palin. As you can see, she got some “needed corrective surgery” done. She says it was for an overbite or some BS excuse. I don’t remember. My head hurts too much.
How sucking out half a ton of neck fat fixes an overbite, I’ll never know.
And she complains how hard it is to be a teen mom.
“Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who can completely turn your world around.
You tell them things that you’ve never shared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually want to hear more.
You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you.
When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it, knowing they will share in your excitement.
They are not embarrassed to cry with you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool of yourself.
Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are not good enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things about yourself that make you special and even beautiful.
There is never any pressure, jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around.
You can be yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they love you for who you are.
The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever.
Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear and vivid it’s like being young again.
Colours seem brighter and more brilliant.
Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’t exist at all.
A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through a long day’s work and always brings a smile to your face.
In their presence, there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite content in just having them nearby.
Things that never interested you before become fascinating because you know they are important to this person who is so special to you.
You think of this person on every occasion and in everything you do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon.
You open your heart knowing that there’s a chance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience a love and joy that you never dreamed possible.
You find that being vulnerable is the only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scares you.
You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soul mate who will remain loyal to the end.
Life seems completely different, exciting and worthwhile.
Your only hope and security is in knowing that they are a part of your life.”— Bob Marley
“The point isn’t to try to change one’s ideology or faith but to realize that the sun rises & sets on us all. Muslims, Jews, Christians, Hindus, Buddhists. Ultimately, we are all connected as one humanity, one family. Let’s love & respect each other.”— Omar Epps
Working in radio has shown me that people do, in fact, like complete and utter crap. And not in the “so bad its good” way. Artists like Ke$ha and P!nk and other people with non-letters in their name dominate the waves, although the contemporary stations have been moving toward annoying, throw-back folksy crap recently (I’m looking at you, Mumford and Sons). While not nearly as bad, its still not good. Country music is doing a similar movement, but to a different degree.
Country music, for those that don’t know, has seen an influx of non-country artists jumping ship to the genre recently (Darius Rucker, aka “Hootie Without The Blowfish”, Kid Rock/Uncle Cracker and Gwyneth Paltrow, just to name a few). While some of them are ok (Darius sounds exactly like he did in the 90s), some not so much.
Why are they going to country music? Well, if you haven’t listened to modern country music, it doesn’t sound like the country of old. The ballads of Conway Twitty and the stories that Willie Nelson told have been replaced with overproduction and pop hooks. And there’s a whole lot of money to be made in the genre, so people are switching over to fatten their wallets and “show their musical diversity” or some crap.
Aaron Lewis, best known as the front man of the band Staind, has also dived head-first into the genre. Unfortunately, he didn’t dive head first into a concrete floor. Or talent for that matter.
Lewis has been polluting country airwaves recently with his first single “Country Boy”. If you haven’t heard it, just imagine a country song with every country cliche’ imaginable: ‘merican flags, driving trucks, hunting, living in the middle of nowhere, tractors, God, hating the guv’mint, and being pudgy (no, really). It’s like that, but done by the guy who moans “It’s Been A While”.
I’ve never been a fan of Staind. While their first single was ok, the band hit it big an album or two later and proceeded to churn out the same crap for the next few years before disappearing off the face of the earth. Lewis has been touring acoustically for a while now, and sounds the exact same as he did about 10 years ago: whiny, nasaly, and generally “awful”.
The song is boring and, to me at least, seems like a desperate plea for acceptance into the genre. “HEY! Look at me! I drive trucks too!”, I can imagine him saying.
Put yourself through it if you must, but be warned. It sucks.
Well, first of all “Shed” was a nickname given to me long ago by one of my dear friends. It’s sort of stuck around and I haven’t used it in a while, so what better way than to exploit it for my own personal gain?
Also, I looked back at a number of my old Edquarters posts (pre-destruction) and realized how much I had actually grown as a human being. I didn’t hold the same opinions as I did when I started blogging five or six years ago.
Also, tumblr is just easier. With Edquarters, I had these long, drawn-out, and posts that were longer than hell. While some of those will return in a “classics” style posting, my new home will be small, concise, and best of all, easy for me to use. It’ll hold everything I want to talk about and make a statement on. You can see photos from my world and what’s going on. I’ll try to post at least something on a daily basis, as to not get into the bad habit of not blogging.