Tuesday, November 18, 2008

MVPedroia

Dustin Pedroia. Scrappy, hardnosed, a true player and above all, pretty dang short. But does it matter anymore? Today the 24 (25?) year old Red Sox Second Baseman was named the Most Valuable Player in the American League, placing ahead of big names such as Justin Morneau, Joe Mauer, Carlos Quentin, Francisco Rodriguez and Alex Rodriguez.

Its been a long road for the little guy. Drafted back in 2004 by the Red Sox, Pedroia was selected in the second round out of Arizona State University. When I take a look back at the horrid draft class that the Red Sox had that year, its a wonder the organization came through with a gem like Pedroia. The only players still in the farm system from that year's draft are: Andrew Dobies, Tommy Hottovy, Michael Rozier, Matt Goodson, Mike Jones, Mike James and Zak Farkes. Out of these players, only Mike Jones seems to have potential as a legitimate prospect: Last year he split a solid .800ish OPS between single-A and high-A as a 23 year old. The only other player from that draft who has seen the major leagues is Cla Meredith, a reliever in the San Diego Padres organization.

Pedroia has come a long way. Questioned both as a pick and for his talent, Pedroia had to constantly battle negativity harbored towards his size by managers, coaches, scouts and perhaps even fellow players. Not only did Pedroia meet his expectations as a second round pick but he exploded. After plowing through the Red Sox minor league system, he won the Rookie of the Year in 2007. "Pedey" only needed one more year to capture the glory of all individual awards - The American League MVP, 2008.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Being

Live to love, fight to hug
Be the one…

Live to love, fight to hug
Be the one…

The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.

They tell you to be or not to be, that is the question
But can they even answer it?
Shrouded in mystery, yet ever insatiable
The way that I look to it confuses me
Puzzles me
Dazzles me
The mystery….

The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.

Individuality…can this be the key to the complexity?
The quest only results in alienation
The lack of communicable satisfaction
Culture, Culture, Society
Going against individuality
But is this being truly free?

Must you follow in order to be?
Oh, the epitome of individuality
The words that shape definity
Yet ever so frequently lack true clarity

I’m workin’ till 4, 4, 4 in the afternoon.
The depth hits me like a giant monsoon
What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?
What am I doing here?

Is this truly me?
What does it even mean to be?
Must I exist simply, merely?
Or can I be he who stands clearly, sincerely?

The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.

Nearing twenty years of education
Supposed to love to learn, why?
Take a look into my eyes
Then glance over at what seems to be the prize
Don’t get blinded by the sunrise…

Take a look into my eyes.

For me, to be exists not so precariously
Anything but love is unsatisfactory
I live for you even if you don’t live for me
After all
For me, to be exists not so precariously
Let me be the one who sets you free.

The mystery.
The history.
The utter complexity….being.

Live to love, fight to hug
Be the one…



---This is a poem/song I just wrote and decided to name it Being. Please criticize it and let me know what you think!

Sunday, November 2, 2008

My Political Compass....





My own political views are expressed on the bottom of the three charts (as calculated by a series of questions on www.politicalcompass.org). Apparently, I'm pretty damn close to Gandhi, yet I never considered myself much of a revolutionary. I thought I was a lot more moderate than the scale expresses, yet in a way I'm not surprised. I do support Obama's plan and do not support McCain's. Its funny that I lean so liberally when considering ties to my Catholic faith.

What does it all mean?

Well, not much in the context of this election: I am too young to vote. Next time...

Politics don't mean much anyway. I view the majority of politics as ignorant propaganda by individuals who not only blindly follow an ideology or philosophy but fail to recognize the illusion present in the pitch of the average politician. People do not seek the truth but the "average" man, the man they can most easily relate to or most easily recognize as a proponent of their "party." I would like to think that I am above the pettiness and futility of the party system and this compass merely expresses my views on politics in general when dealing when general issues of public concern. I am a philosopher and thinker, not a liberal or politician.

I hope that political fanatics soon stop propagandizing the goodness of culture, art and life. At least Tuesday only comes once every four years.