Fast Eddie

Wow...that about sums up my day

Sun, 12 Aug 2001 04:22:53 GMT

God has answered a prayer for me. I have never been so happy in my life I don't think. I cried on the way home I was so happy. Tears of joy just streamed down my face. Prayers are answered guys. Keep praying and you'll receive your answer. An angel has descended down upon me...litterally. It's what Ive always wanted. Thank you God. Thank you. I owe you one...or two...or a lot.

"When it is dark, you can see the stars."-Charles Austin Beard...Eddie signing off.

Blah

Wed, 08 Aug 2001 05:10:41 GMT

That's how I think I have felt for the last month or so. Don't ask why. Things have just been falling down that way. It seems like the only thing that I feel comfortable doing is being DM. On the field I know how to handle myself and the group. But whenever we go inside I change into "random task" that feels like he has no idea what he's doing. Making announcements and stuff is way different that motivating people to the point of almost shear joy. The second one is way more fun. Which is all why I'm glad that there are no more extended inside stuff. Outside of band it seems like life has me by the throat. Everything I believe in or had faith in has turned on me it seems. No specifics. I guess the bottom line is that I am in need of some serious order to things. I'm tired of standing around waiting for things to happen or "letting" things happen. What happens happens as a result of one's own attempts to make it happen. I feel like I've had a loose grip on life and it falls from my hands as I swing to hit the pitch. No more blah. Blah is bad.

The Truth

Wed, 01 Aug 2001 22:38:10 GMT

I hate being in love.

The Moment is there...Seize the Day

Sun, 29 Jul 2001 22:11:30 GMT

So often we get wrapped up in worries. Worries about school. Worries about band. Worries about women (or men). Worries about worrying. We live too much in the past and we plan too much for the future. I confess that I am the most analytical people alive. I take somethning as simple as a comment from someone and just disect it trying to find a deeper meaning. I confess that I plan at least a little bit of my conversations with certain people out of nervousness/anxiety. Enough already. At Erik's plantation this weekend I found myself on a grassy hill in front of a hundred year old oak tree looking up at a perfectly illuminated sky. The Milky Way was like a white streak carpet just layed out right above me. The normal common constalations just dissapeard into the sea of stars never visible anywhere close to the city. The breeze was blowing gently over me as I lay flat on my back just walloping in the smoothest and flawless of grass I've beeen in. That's the life. I was able to just sit and enjoy the moment instead of contemplating and thinking about everything that is right or wrong in my life (and as we all know thinking is dangerous). And no I don't wake up now this all really happened.

"Mars is bright tonight" -Harry Potter...buenos noches amigos.

Doing Something I've never Done Before...Filled out a Survey

Sat, 28 Jul 2001 20:59:11 GMT

1. NAME: Edward Cole
2. AGE: 17...almost 18
3. HAIR COLOR: dirty blonde
4. EYE COLOR: changes with the seasons...blood red right now
5. NICKNAME: Fast Eddie, Coleslaw, colon, Edwardo, Mr. Baseball
6. FAVORITE ACTOR: with the number of movies that I've seen, that's pretty vague
7. FAVORITE ACTRESS: must I repeat myself?
8. FAVORITE MOVIE: must I repeat myself?
9. FAVORITE SNACK TO GET AT THE MOVIES: blood...heh heh
10. FAVORITE VIDEO GAME: Silent Scope...what?
11. FAVORITE MAGAZINE: Baseball Weekly
12. FAVORITE BOOK(S): The Biography of Babe Ruth
13. BOOK YOU HAD TO READ FOR SCHOOL AND HATED: Anything Puritanistic
14. FAVORITE T.V. SHOW: Who's Line is it Anyway?...great stuff
15. FAVORITE LATE NIGHT T.V. HOST: Letterman
16. FAVORITE BAND/SINGER: Metallica!
17. FAVORITE SONG: "One" Metallica
18. FAVORITE RADIO STATION: Sports Radio 610...what do you want me to lie? I probably listen to that more than any other station seriously.
19. FAVORITE MUCH MUSIC VJ: I had the same reaction to this question as a lot of people...what's a much music vj?
20. DO YOUR PARENTS LIKE THE MUSIC YOU LISTEN TO? They don't know.
21. HOW MANY CD'S DO YOU OWN? I'm guessing 26. Various Green Day, Metallica, Limp Bizkit (don't ask why), Duke Elington and some other trumet stuff.
22. DO YOU USE NAPSTER? Not much point now is there?
23. FAVORITE BAND TO SEE LIVE: ...try some deductive reasoning.
24. FAVORITE FAST FOOD RESTAURANT: Schlotsky's...that's wrong I know it
25. FAVORITE "REAL" RESTAURANT: El Charro
26. FAVORITE FOOD: Fillet Minyon (give me a break ok? I'm just unedumecated)
27. DO YOU EAT HEALTHY? I do my best.
28. CAN YOU COOK? I can burn
29. WHAT IS THE STRANGEST THING YOU HAVE EVER EATEN? I'm not sure. I didn't ask what it was. I was pretty close to pukin as it was. I didn't want to make things worse.
30. FAVORITE CANDY: homemade cookies
31. FAVORITE GUM: whatever's available
32. ARE YOUR SCHOOL NOTES NEAT? Hell I can't even read them.
33. FAVORITE SUBJECT: Well it was English, but we'll see.
34. DO YOU EVER SKIP SCHOOL? Can't say that I ever did.
35. HAVE YOU EVER FOUND SOMETHING ROTTING IN YOUR LOCKER? Worse. Week old band socks seeting in my band slot.
36. IS YOUR BEDROOM NEAT? ...oops
37. WHAT DO YOU HAVE ON YOUR WALLS? Anime posters, old baseball caps, awards, braves merchandise.
38. DO YOU LIKE YOUR SHOWER TO BE COLD, WARM, OR HOT? I don't really get to pick in my house. Depends on my luck that day.
39. WHAT KIND OF RAZOR DO YOU USE? ummm...gillette...ok
40. WHAT COLOR IS YOUR TOOTHBRUSH? Blue and white
41. DO YOU FLOSS: I've been known to on occaision.
42. WHAT KIND OF PERFUME/COLOGNE DO YOU WEAR? Nautica
43. DO YOU FILE OR BITE YOUR NAILS? I just cut the damn things.
44. DO YOU LIKE TO SHOP? just not in places like Walmart...AHHHHHHHHH
45. FAVORITE STORE: Oshman's
46. WHAT IS THE MOST YOU HAVE SPENT IN ONE SHOPPING TRIP? Christmas shopping
47. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE A GOOD DRIVER? Only when people don't cut me off, cuz then the birds go flyin.
48. WHAT BOTHERS YOU ABOUT OTHER PEOPLE'S DRIVING: hmmmm...the fact that people drive. No actually, women on car phones. Speaker car phone are cool, but the others suck. I try not to call when I'm in the car.
49. WHAT KIND OF CAR DO YOU DRIVE? Chevy S10.
50. WHAT IS THE NICEST CAR YOU HAVE EVER DRIVEN? Chevy Silverado.
51. WHAT IS YOUR DREAM CAR? Something that doesn't overheat and has AC.
52. DO YOU KNOW HOW TO DRIVE STANDARD? I drive one.
53. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK: uh uh
54. LEAST FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK: all of it
55. MOST EMBARASSING THING YOU'VE DONE WHILE DRUNK: You can't break me.
56. WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE PERSON TO GET DRUNK WITH? Detective NOBODY
57. HAVE YOU EVER GOTTEN DRUNK WITH YOUR PARENTS?
Persistance...I like that
72. LEAST FAVORITE AMUSEMENT PARK RIDE: The Totally Real Free Fall From a Bridge up in Colorado. They shut that one down though because they had a 100% mortality rate.
73. DID YOU WATCH SURVIVOR? BAHAHAHA
74. DO YOU SPEND A LOT OF TIME ON THE INTERNET? shut up
75. HAVE YOU EVER BOUGHT ANYTHING ON THE INTERNET? almsot bought a trumpet
76. HAVE YOU EVER TURNED SOMEONE DOWN WHEN THEY ASKED YOU OUT? like anyone's ever asked me
77. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TURNED DOWN? oh shut up
78. DO YOU LIKE TO HAVE YOUR PICTURE TAKEN? It's ok.
79. DO YOU WEAR ANY JEWELRY? I cross necklace I've had for six years.
80. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN TOLD YOU LOOK LIKE SOMEONE FAMOUS? No, but I've been told that with a little plastic surgery I could look like just about any celeberity I wanted.
81. HABITS (BAD OR OTHERWISE): Holding a baseball while driving.
82. WHERE ARE YOU TICKLISH? Oh man don't start.
83. DO YOU SWEAR A LOT? uhh...hee hee...ok I'll stop.
84. IF YOU COULD SLEEP WITH FIVE CELEBRITIES, AT DIFFERENT TIMES (OR AT THE SAME TIME, IF THAT'S YOUR KIND OF THING), WHO WOULD THEY BE? I hope no one minds if I just skip that one.
85. ARE YOU A PACKRAT? The packest of the Ratest...whatever
86. WHAT COLOR UNDERWEAR ARE YOU WEARING RIGHT NOW? a towel...showered
87. DO YOU SAVE YOUR MONEY OR SPEND IT AS SOON AS YOU GET IT? what's money?
88. FAVORITE PLACE TO BE KISSED? ah how the hell should I know? I've never done it before.
89. DO YOU LIKE TO CUDDLE? Never done that either but sure I guess.
90. MOST EMBARASSING MOMENT: Getting hit behind the protective cup playing catcher.
1. DO YOU BELIEVE IN SOUL MATES? I do.
92. WOULD YOU RATHER BE ABLE TO FLY OR MAKE YOURSELF INVISIBLE? fly. Fly. Then I can reach any fly ball that passes over me.
93. CAN YOU SPEAK WITH AN ACCENT? Just name one.
94. WHAT IS THE NICEST THING ANYBODY HAS DONE FOR YOU? Kendie gave me a chance.
95. FAVORITE SAYING: "I won't play till I drop, but I'll play till I damn near drop." -Babe Ruth
96. MOST MEMORABLE EXPERIENCE: Hitting my first home run over the center field fence.
97. DO YOU PLAY ANY SPORTS? BASEBALL!!!!!
98. HOW MUCH WOULD SOMEONE HAVE TO PAY YOU TO SHAVE YOUR HEAD? ah my hair's pretty short anyway...but I'd still charge a hell of a lot
99. HAVE YOU EVER BROKEN SOMETHING REALLY EXPENSIVE? I sure haven't...oh, if Foley's calls, tell them I was at a game from 6:00-8:00 on the 21st.
100. DO YOU SMOKE? I've lived around two smokers my whole life. I've increased my chances for lung cancer enough I'd say.
101. HOW MANY CAVITIES DO YOU HAVE? none that I can-OW!...one.
102. WHAT DO YOU LIKE ON YOUR PIZZA? Peperoni and cheese
103. WHAT WAS THE LAST PIECE OF REAL MAIL THAT YOU RECIEVED? college stuff
104. WHAT SCARES YOU? Dying without ever kissing...so I'm a sap.
105. DO YOU EVER DRINK RIGHT OUT OF THE MILK CARTON? You don't know that.
106. HAVE YOU EVER CUT SOMEONE'S HAIR? sorry Brandon.
107. DESCRIBE YOUR STYLE: Opposite of suave.
108. FAVORITE PAIR OF SHOES: my sleal cleets
109. PET PEEVE(S): People who have pet peaves.
110. WHAT WOULD BE AN IRONIC WAY FOR YOU TO DIE? Getting hit by a baseball in the head.
111. DO YOU LIKE FILLING OUT SURVEYS? *gasps* not anymore.

I've actually filed out one that was 380 quesions long.

God, Teach me Patience

Sat, 28 Jul 2001 04:23:33 GMT

Just a little poem that popped out of my head...

My time is running low,
The time though seems so slow,
Causing me all that much woe,
It's time for me to show,
That my love can go,
Through the depths of below,
A love that she has not known,
No more!
Alas I fall to my knees,
To bring my needs,
The satisfaction only she,
...only she can bring me,
Oh the mellow fool that I be,
I just wish she could see,
So that I would not have to flee,
Dear God how I wish she could believe me!
God give me patience.

...well, I wrote that here. I'm not sure what all I just said, but there it is. Maybe that's the way I should vent from now on...in poetry.

"The world is a beautiful place and worth defending." --Ernest Hemmingway...I'll agree with the second part...Eddie out.

Welcome to the end of Summer

Fri, 27 Jul 2001 22:49:21 GMT

Unfortunately the summer is coming very close to an end, and as a result I have had to realize what millions will realize and have many many years before me: that this is my last summer as a kid. As much as I hate to be called a kid, I guess I'm now wishing I still was. I don't want to leave. College scares me. Here I have friends. Here I have family. Here I have baseball and band and fun. Here I'm important. All that dissapears in less than a year where I will be trying to get to sleep in a dorm room I am not used to and overcome lonliness. In a year I'll be starting over. It's frightening, but it's reality. And I guess it's normal. I mean everyone has to go through this right? I was eating lunch one day when I realized that in two more years I will be 20 years old. Wow! No way am I that old. Sometimes when I see myself I still see that tiny eight year old who couldn't catch. It's just weird. And that's...ok. Comeon you SNL fans you had to have picked up on that huh? heh heh well my philosophical stuff is done now. I will now comence digestion of organic compounds and then proceed to initiate transference with familiar beings of the same species...I'm in a weird mood ok leave me alone. Bye now. And Kendall, I couldn't comment on your last lj, but trust me...I don't ever get sick of seeing you. You just call me whenever you think that ok?

"Well, it all started when I had 32 glasses of melonade!" --Fast Eddie

Short Entries

Wed, 25 Jul 2001 05:12:04 GMT

My apologies for my ultra short entries lately. I've been up and down an emotional roller coaster lately. I had a double header Monday that I invited a few friends to. None were able to make it, and I guess it hurt a little more than I was prepared for. I know that things come up and it's then impossible to make it, but I still was heartbroken I guess...more so that Kendall couldn't be there. To be honest I was looking at the road a lot for you through both games. It's okay though I'm not angry like I said things come up that are out of everyone's control. I'm glad that I signed up for fall ball now. Those would have been my last games until spring if I didn't sign up. What can I say? I love baseball. I just can't seem to get enough. Remember, though, that the game is great, but the day is made by the people who come and congratulate us later...or comfort us later if you're so pessimistic.

"The optimist thinks this is the greatest world we'll ever live in. The pessimist fears this is true." --Fast Eddie

The current music is number six on the Matrix soundtrack. It's the one that starts out with "I wanna take you on a roller coaster." That may be the wrong track number.

I am Tacit

Tue, 24 Jul 2001 04:24:28 GMT

Words just don't complete the job when it comes to describing how I feel right now.

It's never quite how you play it in your head

Sat, 21 Jul 2001 04:35:40 GMT

I'll just leave it at that.

What Makes the Game Great?

Thu, 19 Jul 2001 03:18:19 GMT

What makes a ball game worthwhile? I always thought it was a winning home run, or a perfectly pitched game. I thought it might be hitting over .600 in a season or throwing the most guys out at second from home plate. Yes, those things are great, but what are they if no one is there for me to share it with? A home run will mean nothing to me if I am the only person who witnessed it. Interesting coincidence: I was watching a movie the other day about a pitcher who was on his way to throwing the perfect game. A perfect game is when absolutely under any circumstances does a batter ever reach first base. No walks, errors, hit batters, or lazy fly-ball hits of any kind. It is a feat that only a few have accomplished. In fifty years I think only two people have accomplished it. The pitcher is credited with it, but it is really a team award. Anyway, the pitcher is on his way to throwing this perfect game to which he invited the girl he is in love with. For reasons disclosed in the movie and which are unimportant in this story, she didn't come to the game. Okay, fine I'll say why she didn't. She felt that the pitcher didn't need her. He was perfect in every aspect of baseball without her. "He could win or lose the game all by himself," she says. The pitcher finally throws the final pitch of the game and gets the final out making 27 consecutive batters retired, the perfect game. He goes back to his hotel room after the game and calls his girl. She isn't there. He weeps. So then what is the moral of this whole shmeal? A perfect game, perhaps the greatest and rarest of accomplishments in baseball, wasn't enough on it's own to satisfy him. Who did he have to share it with?

"The people we love are what make the things we love to do worthwhile." -Fast Eddie...OUT!

The Tackling Dummy Behind Home Plate

Tue, 10 Jul 2001 04:59:31 GMT

Pete Rose is famous for not just being a hall of fame quality baseball player, but he part of the most famous collision in baseball history. It's one of those things in baseball like the most famous homerun which would be the called shot by Babe Ruth. I had never actually seen the collision before, but I got a chance to see it today. Rose plowed a catcher named Ray Fosse at the plate in which he knocked the ball loose and scored the winning run. I love those kind of plays, however, it ended Fosse's career. Rose took heat about it for a long time since the play occured in an All-Star game, otherwise, an exhibition game. Why plow a catcher if the game doesn't really matter?

"A game is a game and I play every play my hardest. I play to win. I didn't try to hurt him. I simply was just trying to win, and Ray will tell you the same thing." _Pete Rose

The irony in this story begins now. I had a game today. A big football player was on third. He tried to steal home when one of their players walked (not an uncommon tactic). However, as I recieved the ball and proceeded to block the plate, he didn't slide. He plowed me over like a piece of grass. I was on the ground in a second, he was still walking toward the dugout. He was thrown out of the game immediately. In our league it's illegal to pull such a thing. So how did the play turn out? Well I'm a little sore...a little...my left side of my stomach hurts...but otherwise I'm fine. OH the play! After everything settled down I pulled out the ball from my glove still tucked away nice and quiet-like. I guess that was enough gratification for me. I wound up getting hit three more times by the ball in places where there weren't no gear. Typical outing for me as catcher.

It's weird about how many coincidences there are in my life, and I was attest to that till the day I die. There is luck in the world and there is fate. There is one difference here though: I'm still walking and talking. Pete Rose ended Mr. Ray Fosse's career. I wouldn't be able to live if that happened to me.

"An't nothing like being plowed and living to tell about getting him out." -Fastest Eddie around. Out!

The Major is Back

Mon, 09 Jul 2001 21:54:50 GMT

I guess I can now officially declare myself DM! It's a cool feeling. The camp was excellent. It was pretty hardcore stuff. Pretty much no stop from the moment I got there. I'm zonked, but I'm glad to be back. Seems like I was gone for a while. I miss everyone whenever I go, but who doesn't? I have no voice left because I was screaming and yelling in 100 degree heat so I'm a little hoarse. I think the most valuable thing I learned while I was there was the value of a smile and laughter. I have decided that I will enjoy it and my colleagues will enjoy band much more if that become the emphasis. A postive attitude is really a key to our success. Our program will go in the direction that we focus on. I will continue to be my normal self, just a little happier I think. I will still be intense and energetic as possible, but I will put that quality in me to better use. I think that I can really have a good time with that attitude and help others to have that same attitude as well. So here is my first order of business as drummajor. I command all who are listening to me to make someone smile today. Don't worry Kendall you already have made me smile today...everyday.

Eddie, smiling out!

Off to Work

Thu, 05 Jul 2001 05:38:15 GMT

Tomorrow, or should I say later today, I am off with my fellow drum major to drum major camp where we shall learn how to make the difference w intend to on the Cy-Fair Marching Band. I am excited and nervous, but then again when can you ever say that I'm relaxed? (When I'm with Kendall) but other than that...I don't know why I'm nervous. I suppose it's the whole rooming with total strangers and not knowing anybody and being away from the people and person I care about AGAIN for four days!!!!! However, I am enthralled for the things I will learn will affect our organization in a very positive way. So I will do my best not to screw up. But I will do my best to learn how to make us do our best. Eddie out!

Never been Happier

Wed, 04 Jul 2001 05:54:09 GMT

She was only the most beautiful person there. She always did light up the sky somehow anyway. But tonight, it was different somehow. Better really. I love being with her because she gave me something no one could ever seem to give me in the past, a chance. I love being around her because she makes me me again. I love being around her mostly because of that little feeling that starts in my gut and goes up my spine every time she walks past me. I have never been happier. Even if we stay like the way we are for the rest of our lives then I wouldn't mind. She knows who she is, and I really don't mind the way we are. Sure I would love to be her one and only, but I guess I have learned to be content with what makes you happy, and she makes me happy. She just makes me happy. That's the only real reason I need to like her. I can wait. I can be hopeful she'll change her mind some day. I can wait. I've gotten pretty good at waiting. For her, I got all the time in the world.

"Hope is what makes dreams come true."

Eddie, out.

The Great Bambino

Mon, 02 Jul 2001 05:13:51 GMT

I have recently started reading the most creditable biography of the undoubtedly the most widely known sports figure in America, Babe Ruth. And I've learned a couple of things about him that I didn't already know. Sure I knew much of his outstanding statistics of his throughout his career, but I learned much more about how promising a career he could have had as a pitcher instead of a hitter among other things. I truly learned much more about his personality than anything else. I mean baseball is so much more than a game really than any other sport. Baseball has a human side to it that other sports lack. Stories about baseball that become legend are really not about the game but about the magic of the people who played it. It always seems like basketball or football is all about statistics and unnecessary numbers. Anyway, Babe Ruth has more interesting stories and tales about him than anyone I've ever looked into. Ruth is what you might call the opposing personality to a guy like me: easy-going, happy-go-lucky, optimistic, loved kids, media friendly, everything that I should be. Maybe that's why I took a liking to the guy, but then again I never heard a story about anyone who knew him that didn't like him. I'm unlike him in that respect as well I guess.

"Baseball's a game, and games are supposed to be fun."-Tom Seleck

Well that does it for me. Goodnight baseball fans out there. Someday we'll all be on the same playing field together and we can play for all eternity...and I don't mean on no cornfield either.

Eddie out!

Time to Think, Time to Dream

Sun, 01 Jul 2001 03:04:41 GMT

A week at the beach will give anyone a good time to sit and think about things. But, for those that know me, that's always a bad thing for me to ever get...time to think that is. Nighttime on the beach is esspecially a wonderful dream period. It is fun to stare up at the stars you never see at home and contemplate what it would be like to be the best pitcher on the best team in baseball. I always have a bad habit of dreaming. I dream about love and pro-baseball (or even college baseball for that matter)...pretty much all the things that I ever REALLY wanted but could never have. Maybe if I had them I'd be dreaming for something else, but something else tells me that isn't true. I also have a bad habit of making things out to be better than they really are. Afterwards I think I was so close to getting what I wanted, but the truth is I was never even close. It's hard for me to explain this to a journal in which everyone reads in which at least one of those people applies to. I guess in general I feel my life is just a big circle. I feel right back where I was. Hell, I'm not even sure when that was anymore. A bit of advice for those listening. Don't dream. It's a waste of emotional energy. Don't let yourself get caught up in a sentimental moment that you created in your head. Maybe it's just better to say if you think you are in love, chances are the other person is not...most of my thinking wasn't about baseball...I hate being alone at night. Eddie, out.

You Couldn't Bring Me Down with a Ladder

Thu, 21 Jun 2001 05:33:54 GMT

That's how much on top I feel! I had the best time with Kendall on our date. She was so easy to talk to (as always but for some reason I was nervous about saying the wrong things and such when I'm not normally). She is SO much fun to be around and to have a good time with. Oh, and I should mention that she looked gorgeous..DAMN!! I didn't tell her that! What the heck is wrong with me?! Ok. That wasn't the first thing that went a little less than perfect (and I should point out that every thing that went a little less than perfect is none other than yours truly's fault). First I get to the movie counter and I was a dollar short on the gift certificates! Embarrassed? Yeah. Of course, to Kendall it was no big deal which made it a lot easier on me. She really was a joy to be around. I don't know. I noticed her good features a lot more than I normally do...I still can't believe I didn't tell her how great she looked!!! That's gonna drive me crazy! Anyways, the date couldn't have gone better. I must say I had a better time than I originally imagined. To tell you the truth, a lot of that was because I was more of myself. Lately, I've been going through an identity crisis. Who am I? Then I realized that I was nobody but me. And that's cool with most people who are worth keeping around. Kendall seemed to welcome the real me. I was glad. Plus, she helped me feel very much at ease as well. Well, after the movie (Shrek which was hysterical) we went back to her house to light the cake. That was an adventure. I almost set myself on fire (Jonathan would appreciate that) with the candle wax. But other than that, everything went better than cool. Like I said, the mishaps during the date were all me...Have you known any guy that forgets to tell the girl how great she looks?! Well, it's nighty night for me. No high riding fast balls today thank God. I'd like to keep my head it's my favorite head. I use this head on special occasions but rarely anytime else. Goodnight all. Eddie C. OUT!

If You're Gonna Peg Me, Better Kill Me

Wed, 20 Jun 2001 03:58:27 GMT

It's easy to throw a ball at someone's head when you know that the only thing they can do is duck. Some punk today at my game through a pitch right at my head. Luckily I dodged it. I get up and dust myself off and get back in the box. Again a flyer flew right by my head and again I was on the ground. Okay. Right about then I was pissed. I got up once again and gave him a big stare. He knew damn well what he was doing too. Wouldn't you believe it? He did it still one more time. It's a good thing I was simply a batter being bullied by a pitcher. If I was a street walker being mugged I would be dead from multiple blows to the head. In a baseball game you can at least move out of the way. I mean every one of those pitches was at my head. It's not like three pitches just simply got away from him and they all conveniently ended up near my head. I put my bat down right about then. Well...not literally because that would be considered a hostile gesture. I did however get extremely angry. I wound up for the next pitch I knew I would be coming right at me. I timed it just right this time. (This is all true I remind you) I knocked the crap out of the ball right into right center field. Afterward, I said to him, "Next time, if you wanna peg me, you better kill me-cuz as long as I'm still here, I can only hurt you." I doubt I'll be seeing many more high riding fast balls.

My Luck's Changin'

Mon, 18 Jun 2001 04:57:03 GMT

It's funny. Through everything I've ever been through that's been hard, through every time I've felt hopeless, through every time that I felt I could never escape that kind of pain, it was the endlessly powerful spirit of friendships I would be crazy to lose that kept me going. I tell you right now, and that you is all who has ever suffered through any kind of trial, CHERRISH your friends! They are an artery to your spiritual and mental survival in an unforgiving wilderness of painstaking trouble. I've never been so sure of anything in my life. I don't question why this opiphany has arisen to me. More or less, I am thankful. I suddenly welcome the punches the world dishes out. I can thouroughly say, "Bring it on!" knowing that I have the full fledged support of the most important people in my life, my friends. Just the other day, I was consulting a friend about my recent situation with my brother, and I literally wanted to reach across my computer and hug her as hard as I have hugged anyone before. CHERRISH your friends! I sure as hell will.

This is Eddie. And I'm out.

More than just Sibling Rivalries

Mon, 18 Jun 2001 01:04:47 GMT

Life has been a complete train wreck...literally a train wreck. My brother from Chicago has suddenly dropped back into my family's life again. With him comes his oppression toward authority and his stubbornness for common sense. For starters, he hasn't paid his taxes, he has no car insurance (in Harris County I might add), he owes money to every possible person in and between Houston and Chicago. Conn's is calling my aunt wanting to talk to him for crying out loud. He treats me and my mother like he has no care for human life...and he doesn't. He said so. His primary concern right now is money, and he doesn't care who he steps on to get it. He doesn't even care if it is illegally obtained. It is heart wrenching to see him like this. I hate my own brother now what is wrong with that? I don't hate anyone. I lose sleep at night now when I didn't used to. I go to bed at night trying to block him out of my head and dream about something or someone that I care for...but every time I just wind up sitting in bed until about 3:30 in the morning before I actually fall asleep. I'm supposed to have a date Tuesday, but in fear of jeopardizing the spontaneity and the surprise of the whole thing, I can't really say what all is involved. That alone is causing me to be a nervous wreck. I didn't need my brothers troubles adding on to it. Ignore him? Yeah right. I'm now at the age where I am involved in the affairs of my family whether I want to be or not, else, why would I be losing sleep? Anyway, I'm hoping that being with the person who has been a true angel through all of this will cheer me up. I hope that I do this right. My test against my brother will be if I can keep my temper, and everyone knows I have a problem with that already. As my friend Erik said, "You're tense enough. That's the last thing you need in your life right now." He's right, but so far, I'm not doing so hot. We'll just have to wait and see what pans out. As always, I am Eddie. And I'm out.

Compromises are for woosies

Wed, 13 Jun 2001 04:25:26 GMT

Why do we compromise? It seems like it is simply a tactic used by bureaucracy to make people lose what they didn't want to lose when they first take a stand on a certain position...To put this is blatant English, I will paint an example. Baseball is a game of rules. The rules are there for the benefit of the game. Many times the rules dictate a certain strategy in a game. Because baseball is such a mental sport, the rules are very important to the thinker out on the field. To make this even more clearer, imagine a game that does not play nine innings and instead puts a two hour time limit. Basically, when the two hours is up, whoever has the most runs is declared the winner...Sounds more basketball or football or soccer doesn't it? Baseball is one of the few sports that can normally go as long as needed. The two hour time frame can sometimes take away the home field advantage from a team. Not to mention, it causes coaches to do some pretty drastic things in order to accommodate time. Well...to put this whole thing into a real-life scenario I must tell you this: We were down three runs in the top of the fifth inning and we were up to bat, therefore, we were the visiting team. The bases are loaded and there are no outs. Someone hits a line drive into the gap and I haul butt from first and slide into home for a score which also means that the other two guys in front of me scored. So now the game is tied and there is a man on second with no outs. What does the other team do? They change pitchers...TO DELAY TIME!!!! So time is expiring while they're pitcher takes forever to warm up. When the game starts again there is only a couple of minutes left (You have to see where this is going by now). Instead of actually pitching to the batters now, he actually intentionally walks the rest of the batters. On a wild the pitch, the runner who was on second, now on third, takes off for home because he knows it may be his last chance to score before time expires. The catcher gets to the ball quickly and throws him out at the plate. So there is one out and nobody on base. Suddenly the game is called after the pitcher intentionally walks two more batters. The game ended a tie, but let's examine the BS that just took place here. The inning was over with only one out. Not only that, but that out would have never happened had the runner on third been so anxious to get home because of time restrictions. Also, the coaches of the other team started using cheap tactics to win the game. No where in any major league game do pitchers walk batters to end a game. It doesn't work that way. A nine inning game must have a minimum of 51 outs in it if the home team is ahead by the middle of the ninth inning. The bottom line here is that the rule is there so that games don't run over...BIG DEAL!!! Some games just do that. The longest game in the history of the majors was four months when it went into the two o'clock hour and it was then finished four months later. But that is different. The point is, if you're going to do something, do it all the way. Don't do anything half-way because then what you're trying to create suffers. There is no fair game when the solid rules of the game are tampered with!! My mom says I would be wasting my time to protest this...things that are were doing are never easy. I am determined to make baseball in my league a formidable, fair, and enjoyable game...God knows those three things all go hand in hand. P.S. sorry it was such a long entry...but this shit SUCKS!!!

Life Truly is a Balance

Tue, 12 Jun 2001 02:58:50 GMT

After an agonizing spring baseball season of not hitting the ball, a batting slump is one of sport's hardest grooves to get out of. I began the season by knocking a ball over the center field wall for my very first home run, and for a while that was about the only thing that I could do was hit. Several more hits began coming close to topping the fence as well. But, I ended the season with only one home run. That is not to say I'm not grateful. I am. No one else hit one. But I finished the season hitting only .325. I was far from where I needed to be. Today, I get up to bat, and after just one pitch, I swing just as naturally as I can and knock one for an easy double into left while the bases were loaded. Without even really trying, I somehow broke out with a bang. I always thought that I had the worst luck. I still do, but recently I found out that maybe my luck is changing. Now based on my philosophy of balance, then it won't stay, but oh well. Anyway, I was at Astroworld with some friends. We were in line for a ride and it turned out that we had an odd number of people with us and therefore someone would have to ride alone. Naturally it would be me. But somehow, when we were getting close to boarding, someone called out, "Anyone riding alone?" I looked up and they were pointing at an empty seat in the very front. It is interesting to see the balance in life. Of course, with such good fortune you might say I am to be expecting something catastrophic to revolutionize around my sudden twist of fate. Let's just leave it at that. "And like that, POOF! I'm gone." --Kevin Spacey, The Usual Suspects

Confusion

Sun, 10 Jun 2001 04:22:04 GMT

A lack of sleep for about three days will make anyone's mind a little chaotic. Maybe there's something on my mind...hmmm...I wouldn't disagree with myself if that something on my mind happened to be the upcoming date I have with a certain individual I adore. Of course I also wouldn't disagree with me if it was the fact that my lazy brother is coming back from Chicago who has spent the last year spending...and spending and spending and spending money. I love my brother, but I hate the constant arguments he and my mother always got into. I swore to my mother that if he came back and started the same thing crap, I would not be around the house much at all. I don't think I could stand to be around the constant bickering and yelling about curfews and drinking and drugs that my brother gets into. It' not MY fault his last five years of his life have been a complete flop. I would also like to take this opportunity to acknowledge the fact that people can have severe mood changes in just a few days. The weather seems to fit the mood around here these days. It's been raining cats and dogs to the brink of their extinction. Seriously, I have now lived through, officially, a five hundred year flood. So not only is it a bad omen, it's just plain weird!

It's the little things

Sat, 09 Jun 2001 03:41:51 GMT

It's interesting sometimes when the soul purpose in going somewhere is not the most fun part about being there. At a theme park, we go for the roller coasters and the bad expensive food and the general fun things around us. Well, rain thwarted all of that. Somehow, by fate or just good fortune, I was able to be dragged out into the rain and danced with a girl that I'm completely nuts over. And to my surprise, that was the best part of the whole day. Love seems to override all the other things in life. That's fine with me. This girl and I have a "date" soon. It's the first time I've actually been given a chance. Maybe this time I won't screw it up. I guess I can only hope that my reputation doesn't precede me.