two ball players and other stuff

mike lowell is cuban. he plays third base for the red sox. i like the way he plays, he's even a favorite of mine. and then, he speaks. "i can't wait for castro to die. to me, he is like bin laden." about fidel stepping down? "the cuban people are still not free. only when they have democracy (?) will they be free."

but hey, he's a heck of a third baseman. have no fear. i will ply him with leftist literature. hopefully, he will come around.

then, there is the left fielder. number 24. a personality, an original. the 2007 red sox visited the white house yesterday. big papi was there, beckett was there, lowell, of course, was there. number 24 wasn't there. he wasn't there in 2004 either. they have been blasting him all day on sports talk, questioning his patriotism. perhaps these nimrods have forgotten his dominican descent, or the 1st amendment? manny ramirez doesn't play by their rules, but he's too good for them to ignore. when craig hodges ducked out on bush the elder, the bulls sent him packing. my friend manny isn't going anywhere. they want those 40 homers.

manny ramirez may play for the red sox, but yesterday, he acted like a true patriot, and by his absence, made his presence felt. to me, manny will always be the man. the media will continue to fuck with him, but of course, that only proves that he's on to something.

freedom.

last night, saw a documentary on pete seeger called the power of song. pbs. great movie.

the kids were murder today. k kept calling me a predator. another girl asked "when am i going to get a hair cut?" i responded "if i thought it might end the war in iraq, i would consider it." as the cover of this weeks mad magazine reads "viva la stupidity."

this blog has gone to pot. weed it and weep. and while i grant you that the grass is greener on the other side, i will press on until i get back in to the zone. my, if i could only have a ronnie ball again, but the alicia keys to success seem to always allude me. perhaps what i need are more solid, idle moments, but they are hard to find when you have to sing the work song. gnat told me that joke didn't fly with him, but to me, he's just moanin.

remember that blog i wrote about going to the high school basketball game? well, as detached and otherwordly and meaningless as it all seemed, i'm on my way back tonight for a playoff game. well, everything else sucks too. i don't know how else to explain it.

peace.