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Sunday, June 28, 2009

The Two-Ton Team: My Dream Team of "Hefty Players"

A couple of years ago, while hosting a remote for the Georgia Spring Football Game at the UGA Bookstore with the local sports radio station 960 The Ref, I was invited to be on the air for a few minutes.  Rather than slink low enough to talk about the Bulldogs, I presented to them my 2007 Major League Baseball "All Fat Guy Team." Of course the roster had Prince Fielder, David Weathers, Matt Stairs and other portly inspirations.  I tried to come up with a team that would win games as opposed to just out-eat its opponents, so there was some focus on quality.

Yesterday, Haley and I went to Camden Yards to watch the Baltimore Orioles host the Washington Nationals.  

Yeah, I realize that driving 3 hours to see two last place teams duke it out might seem like a wasteful time, but I love baseball and Camden Yards is one of the 3 or 4 best places to enjoy a baseball game.  While leaving, I saw a picture of a 30-something Eddie Murray, a long-time Oriole great, looking a bit thick in the middle.  After making the comment, "that guy was awesome, but look how chubby he was," it got me thinking about fat baseball players.

So what I have decided to do is come up with a Dream Team of "Hefty Players."  I've set myself a few rules; after all, a world without rules could get out of control.  I am going to come up with a 25 man roster, made up of 15 position players and 10 pitchers.  All of these players had to play in the "Jeremy era," which means 1989-2009 (the years I watched a lot of baseball).  I am going for both performance and weight - I want the fattest and most capable baseball players. 

Outfielders:

Center Field:  This is usually the position in the outfield that requires speed, agility, athleticism.  By the very nature of this team, that's a tough draw, but it just so happens that we have a Hall of Fame member to play center field - Kirby Puckett.

Puckett, roughly five feet tall, was the motor behind the 1991 World Series Champion Minnesota Twins (they beat the up-and-coming Braves, who were one season away from breaking my heart and stealing Greg Maddux from the Cubs).  After that, he lost vision in one eye, gained another 200 pounds, punched and imprisoned a woman, and was rumored to have performed lewd public acts, to include public masturbation.  Kirby passed away at the age of 45, but we are glad to have him on our team.


Left Field:  Every team needs a few "good character" guys, especially when you  have Puckett dragging women into the bathroom and groping them, and the game has never had a nicer dude than Tony Gwynn.

In spite of being built like a shop teacher, Tony slapped enough hits to also become a Hall of Famer.  Gwynn ended his career with more than 3,100 hits, played in the All-Star game 15 times, and led the league in hitting 8 times.  Gwynn was the true definition of "professional" and I have nothing bad to say about him.  He did, however, put on a few more pounds since his playing days.




Right Field:  Dmitri Young is another one of those "troubled soul" kind of players, having battled alcoholism, weight problems that led to diabetes, and he may have assaulted a lady or two.  To his credit, Dmitri seems to have gotten his life back on track and came back to win the 2007 Comeback Player of the Year Award w/ The Nationals.  I like his .292 career average, nearly .400 OBP, and great head of hair.




Other Outfielders:
Matt Stairs

John Kruk
Andruw Jones


Third Base:  This requires a bit of a position change.  Due to weight gain (on THIS team???), Miguel Cabrera has recently been switched to First Base for the Detroit Tigers.  Cabrera was the 2003 Rookie of the Year and would provide this group of lard-asses some much needed youth, versatility, and a would probably update the snack collection in the clubhouse.  He practices Santeria, which confirms that he is not the subject of Sublime's song "What I Got."


I have Miguel being backed up by Braves "great" Ken Oberkfell (the infield is going to be tough to fill).  Oberkfell personifies the worst era of Braves baseball (mid to late 1980's)...well, him and Rick Mahler...and Zane Smith....and Ozzie Virgil.



First Base/DH:  Oh my, what a competitive position first base and DH is on this particular team.. Let's face it, teams like to stick their fat guys at First Base.  They did it in "Major League 3: Back to the Minors," and they do it in real life.  I considered Andres Gallaraga, Moe Vaughn, David Ortiz...oh man are DH and 1B great places to stick those guys.  Instead,  I have chosen to keep it "all in the family" and use Cecil and Prince Fielder as my First Basemen.  I cannot even imagine how much food needs to be around at a Fielder family reunion.  Luckily for the local supermarket cashiers, the two do not seem to get along that well.

Prince claims to be a vegetarian.  Uh...yeah.



Hard to believe that Cecil once hit more than 50 home runs in a season.  Oh how I miss the pre-steroid days...



And for Designated Hitter, I'm gonna go with Steve Balboni.  I think that this guy rotated my tires a couple of weeks ago.  There are certainly better players than "Bye Bye" Balboni; after all, his career .229 average is not going to set the world on fire, but the Fielder family would get most of the DH at-bats and after all, someone has to drive the bus to the airport.



Catcher: In the movies, like Sandlot and The Bad News Bears, the fat kid is stuck at catcher.  I always find that to be ridiculous, because Catcher seems like a tough gig - lots of squatting, standing, tons of equipment.  Well, no worries, I had plenty of "big boned" athletes to choose from.  I could have gone with "Pudge" Rodriguez, but his shape doesn't completely back up the promise of his name.  Each team needs two catchers, so I'm gonna go with:

Mike Lavalliere.  No, he never really put up huge numbers (only 18 home runs in 12 years), but his nickname was "Spanky."  This team needs a guy named Spanky.  Plus, his middle name is Eugene.

My 2nd string catcher also failed to put up great numbers, but look at this guy.  Ladies and gentlemen, one of my all-time favorite Cubs, Hector Villanueva.  Hector only played a few years (somehow, this 260+ lb dude stole a base!), but Cubs fans loved him and our Tubby Team likes the addition of another mustache.  A great memory I have of Hector was Harry Caray, drunk off his ass by the 7th inning, unable pronounce his name.  It came out like "ville-na-yuasha." I miss Harry, I seriously miss Harry.



Middle Infielders: This was my toughest position to fill.  After all, middle infielders tend to be the smallest guys on the field.  We can get some games out of Oberkfell (yikes) and Cabrera should there be any injuries (what, a team of fat guys getting hurt), but I had to settle a bit in the infield.

Jose Vidro has been a decent player and as he has aged, tended to DH.  But, we need a 2nd baseman and he's hit the buffet more than most of them, so he gets the job.  I like his career .298 batting average.


How Christian Guzman still plays in the infield is beyond me, but tubs is still at it and still hitting better than .300.


Starting Pitchers

Sidney Ponson

David Wells

Livan Hernandez

C.C. Sabathia

Bartolo Colon
Actually, I've got the makings of a pretty good rotation, with several 20 game-winning seasons, a Cy Young award, and plenty of body fat.  I would hate to be a Ci-Ci's Pizza if these guys came in.  But, I like my rotation.


Relief Pitchers

We have the makings of a very strong bullpen - a dead guy, a guy with six fingers, a pink goatee, and a burning appetite for a case of Twinkies.

Rod Beck
Rod is one of my all-time favorite Cubs, a huge part of their late-90's success (man I loved the team with Sosa, Morandini, Wood, Beck), but Rod was a troubled man who passed away a few years ago.  I remember fondly the year he tried out for the Cubs, was sent to AAA Iowa and lived in a Winnebago.  Every team could use a guy like that, especially a team of fat dudes.  R.I.P Shooter, you were The Shit.


Rich Garces "El Guapo"

Bobby Jenks
"Because every team needs a pink goatee"

Antonio Alfonseca
This guy actually has six fingers on each hand.  Only in baseball.


Eddie Guardado
"Steady Eddie" pitched for like 100 years and we need a lefty.

So there you have it, my "Two-Ton" team.  What we lack in speed we make up in heart (attacks).  We have a good rotation, a solid bullpen, weak infield (except first and third), and some dead guys.  I'd say 95 wins - easily.  












Zooperstars - "This is America!"  It sure is.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Albums That Kick Ass: Dinosaur Jr. "You're Living All Over Me"




In 1987, I was finishing up 10th grade and as is customary for a 16 year old, I listened to a ton of music.  It was right around this time that I began to accelerate my drift away from radio-friendly pop and dig a little deeper into what was then being called "college rock."  To get a clear picture of this transformation that was taking place between my ears, please consider the awkward step I took into the world of CDs.

My first CD purchases were Madonna's eponymous debut, Tina Turner's "Private Dancer," and Herbie Hancock's, "Futureshock."  These long-box classics were chosen from the limited selection of the earliest CD releases, as I received my first CD player in 1985.  Only major albums from major artists made their way onto this exclusive and expensive format.  

To make CDs even less convenient, I couldn't take my music with me.  Portable CD players did not exist and I was one of the last of my friends to get a car.  Can you believe the Aries K did not have a CD player?  Because of this, my music purchases leaned towards vinyl and cassette tapes, and my preferred places to shop were Atlantic Sounds in Daytona Beach (still kicking, but someone needs to design them a better website) and a now-defunct record store in the Daytona Beach Mall (across from the long-defunct AMC 6).  

It was in these shops that I started buying stuff that, to me, bucked the ordinary sounds coming from the radio and MTV.  Think about how absolute shitty radio music was at that time (apologies to U2, who do not deserve to be on this chart):


1. "Faith".....George Michael
2. "Alone".....Heart
3. "I Wanna Dance With Somebody (Who Loves Me)" .....Whitney Houston
4. "C'est la Vie".....Robbie Nevil
5. "Shake You Down".....Gregory Abbott
6. "La Bamba".....Los Lobos
7. "Livin' On A Prayer".....Bon Jovi
8. "Here I Go Again".....Whitesnake
9. "Heaven Is A Place On Earth".....Belinda Carlisle
10. "(I've Had) The Time Of My Life".....Bill Medley & Jennifer Warnes
11. "Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now".....Starship











12. "I Think We're Alone Now".....Tiffany
13. "With Or Without You".....U2
14. "At This Moment".....Billy Vera and the Beaters
15. "Keep Your Hands To Yourself".....Georgia Satellites
16. "Heart And Soul".....T'Pau
17. "Open Your Heart".....Madonna
18. "Didn't We Almost Have It All".....Whitney Houston
19. "I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For".....U2
20. "Looking For A New Love".....Jody Watley
21. "Don't Dream It's Over".....Crowded House
22. "Is This Love".....Whitesnake
23. "Shake Your Love".....Debbie Gibson
24. "Shakedown".....Bob Seger
25. "Notorious".....Duran Duran

Are all of these songs terrible?  Of course not (dude...."Shake You Down."), but The Kid was heading elsewhere.  I spent a good deal of my part-time earnings on great early-alternative stuff (and wine coolers, pot pies, and the Wendy's Super Buffet) like R.E.M.'s "Murmur," Hoodoo Guru's "Mars Needs Guitars," Public Image Limited's "Album/CompactDisk/Cassette," The Smiths "The Queen Is Dead" amongst others.  But one album that really rocked my ears, challenged my taste, questioned my sanity, and helped me understand why it was I got pimples and couldn't grow a muscle to save my life was Dinosaur Jr.'s "You're Living All Over Me."

Now, don't get me wrong, this is not my favorite album.  I also continued to devour all things Springsteen.  Hell, I got stuck with an occasional Baltimora or Glass Tiger album.  But it was Dinosaur Jr.'s 2nd album that sounded like the myriad of confusing elements spinning around in my teenage head.  Who needed muscles when you could kick ass with a guitar like J. Mascis? J's command of his guitar is so powerful on this album that I am pretty sure on a couple of occasions, the guitar shit itself.


  
The album is loud without being metal, self-reflective without being pathetic, and it is filled with enough feedback to nourish the guitar hungry.  It's impossible to talk about this album and not make it a personal reflection on 1987.  A reviewer from Stylus Magazine said it best when describing their sound on "You're Living All Over Me" as a "confused mess: emotionally distangled yet intensely felt, indolent and passive yet capable of incredible fury and volume." Whiney, self-centered, loud. confused, and put together with low-end equipment.  Yep, that was The Kid at age 16 and I thank Dinosaur Jr. for somehow assisting in making that seem normal in retrospect.








Saturday, May 30, 2009

$24 for the 28th President


In spite of a long week of work-related travel, Haley and I took a road trip this weekend and headed over to Blacksburg, VA.  To be honest, there was a purpose to our adventure: the world's worst traveler, yours truly, had left his luggage at a hotel near Blacksburg on Thursday, so I had to go back to retrieve it.  Yes, this was a pain in the ass, but in the spirit of "making lemonade out of lemons," we agreed to make the best of my mistake.

On Friday, we ate at a pizza place in Blacksburg called "Backstreets," which I was disappointed to find out was in no way related to the Bruce Springsteen song.  Nothing to see here, sir, move along.  The food was mediocre.

Not sure why, but Superman was in a phone booth in front of our hotel in Christiansburg.


On Saturday morning, we shopped at a local Farmer's Market in Blacksburg.  This did not disappoint, as we came away with some good stuff to include strawberries, cherries, apples, rhubarb, butter lettuce, asparagus, radishes, garlic scapes, and oregano.  This pretty much guarantees that Haley is going to cook some sweet eats this week.   The $20 investment should pay solid dividends.  We then stopped by the Tech Bookstore (work never ends) and after that headed home.

The drive from Blacksburg to West Point was a little over four hours, so we stopped about half-way to grab some lunch.  Not being in a hurry, we stopped in Staunton, VA to see if there was any local places to grab a bite to eat (this was after we made it all the way up to a McDonald's drive-through before coming to our senses).  Staunton is a nice little mountain town, with an interesting historic district that includes Mary Baldwin College, the Frontier Culture Museum, a Shakespeare Playhouse, and the Woodrow Wilson Presidential Library.

Much like moths to the the flame, we parked the car and walked straight to the Woodrow Wilson Presidential Library and Museum.  I have never been to a Presidential Library, and being a History buff, this seemed like a good opportunity to experience something cool. Recently, there has been a lot of talk surrounding Presidential Libraries, to include the news that George W. Bush had raised more than $100 million for his museum (hey, don't blame me, I voted for Nader and then Kerry).


From the outside, it seemed really nice.  As we originally drove by, we saw a marble bust of the Progressive Era President in the window of a beautiful old house with perfectly manicured landscaping (and some adjacent historical-looking buildings).  We strolled up some stairs and entered the Gift Shop, which is where you start the Woodrow Wilson experience.  After paying $12 each (more than we spent at the Farmer's Market), we proceeded to the museum and subsequent tour.  I thought, "this shit had better be good for $24."  But. hey, it takes $100 million dollars to build one of these things, right?

We started by looking at his Presidential limousine (keep in mind this dude was President in the 1910's, so a car is a big deal). I have to admit, old Woodrow had a sweet ride.


We started to look around the museum, and the suspicions began to set in.  Maybe it was the foam-core board with copy paper placards next to some of the exhibits.  Or maybe it was these sweet listening stations (any idea where the theatre and/or animatronic wax Woodrow might be?).

Our mounting disappointment was interrupted by an announcement that the tour of President Wilson's "birth home" was about to begin.  Sweet, this should be good, right?  Well, come to find out, Wilson only lived in the house the first year of his life so he did not exactly leave his mark on the place.  I can barely remember any of the tour except the plastic bacon and eggs on the table in the children's dining room.  

We blazed through the slave quarters in record time, with only a brief mention that the slaves were not owned by the Wilsons, but that they came with the home, as it was a Presbyterian Manse (Woodrow's father was a minister, who by-the-way, the year after Woodrow was born moved to Augusta where he vehemently defended The Confederacy and slavery).

Somewhere around this time, I whispered to Haley, "have you ever just wanted to run?"  She answered "Run through the museum?"  No dear, "make a run for it.  You know, run away as fast as you can."  But, being the Presidential scholars that we are, we braved on and back into the museum we went.  Overall, I was pretty shocked at how amateur the whole thing was.  The marble bust?That was just plaster that was dirtied with a nice long red streak on its side.

We did learn about the start of WWI, women's suffrage, Wilson's racist leanings ("Progressive" eh?), mustard gas, labor laws, 1910's politics, and Wilson's 14 Points.  


During the 2008 elections, we heard a lot about Clinton Library donations and as I already mentioned, George W. Bush has raised more than $100 million for his.  I would have liked to judge the Woodrow Wilson Library for its books, but that part is blocked off and only available to research scholars through appointment (apparently, they were unaware that I am The Kid.) 

The Woodrow Wilson Library and Museum needs some serious cash.  Considering he is considered a major President (he isn't exactly Lincoln, but he ain't John Tyler either), can they not come up with something interesting for this place?  Maybe a theatre or some robotic WWI soldiers?  Maybe a roller-coaster with mini Presidential limousines? Real bacon and eggs? Could his birth bed shake like the one in "The Exorcist?"


But all was not lost.  I did receive an invitation to the 1912 Democratic National Convention.  I think that I might be a little late.  Then again, I do plan on voting for Eugene Debs anyway.....


Also, I invented something today.  I call it "pickle on a potato chip."





Friday, May 22, 2009

Good Pho in Williamsburg: Chez Trinh


One of my favorite foods in the world: a hot bowl of Pho.  Yum.  I haven't been partaking in this deliciousness very long, having first tried it at a place called "Just Pho" in Athens, GA less than a year ago.  I would pretty much drag Haley or co-workers to Just Pho once or twice a week.  

Since moving to Virginia, I have tried a couple of Vietnamese restaurants, tying to replace one of my favorite places to eat.  Unfortunately, after 3 attempts (2 in Richmond and one in Charlottesville), I was left thinking that maybe I was doomed to give-up one of my favorite foods.  I cannot confirm it, but I am fairly certain that the place in Charlottesville served me slices of Oprah's ass cheeks floating in toilet water.

Finally, all of my searching has been rewarded.  Being a "holiday Friday" as well as pay-day, Haley and I decided go out to eat tonight, which of course means leaving West Point (unless we want Hardee's or the local Scottish restaurant McDonald's).  I used the information superhighway to find that nearby Williamsburg had a decently reviewed Vietnamese place called Chez Trinh.

I am not a "foodie," I'll leave that to my better half, so I will let the pictures tell the story.  It's a good story, one that I call "Happy Belly."  I liked it so much, that I was overheard proclaiming "pho would have been the one good thing about being in the Vietnam War."  Nice.

Beef Pho


Pepper Lime Beef


Rice Paper Roll With Garlic Pork


I am going to feel this stuff in the morning


William Forsythe


Sunday, May 17, 2009

Today I Ate Some Pork Rinds


I'm not apologizing for it.  

Today, on the way to Richmond (about 35 miles from West Point and pretty much the closest "cool" place), Haley and I felt the need to stop at a local gas station for a snack.  Surprisingly, this place had a pretty decent assortment of typical convenient store eats, so the decision as to what we were going to munch on for the remainder of our trip into "the cigarette capital of the world" was going to be tough. Life being full of surprises, we settled on some pork rinds.


Obviously, I am a meat eater, or the thought of anything with "pork" in its description would freak me out.  But, to be honest, until today I did not know for sure if pork rinds were made of pork skin or if that was just what people called these strange little treats.  But, yes, they are indeed little deep fried pieces of pig skin.  And, let me tell you, they are actually pretty good. Think Andy Capp Hot Fries with an added dose of guilt.  

And, in case any of you are somehow still subscribing to the Atkins Diet, they are carb free! Yes, they are a little high on the sodium side (370 mg per serving, 3 servings per 1.5 oz. bag), but what's a few swollen fingers amongst friends?

The Tom's brand of pork rinds (we chose "Hot" flavor) are crispy good and light as air.  While packaged as "hot," they did not have me scrambling for something to drink (but I had a green tea standing by) and thankfully did not have me running for the bathroom right away.  They were pretty salty, but that's why it falls under the "salty snack" banner.  


So, we ate the whole bag, which puts us at about 700 mg of sodium each.  


If you're tired of boring chips, pretzels, or crackers and you are a carnivore/omnivore, then why not give pork rinds a try?!

Ingredients:
Pork Rinds, Salt, Dextrose, Salt, Spices including chili pepper, torula yeast, maltodextrin, paprika, monosodium glutamate (???), onion powder (veggies!), garlic powder, extractives of paprika, yellow #8 lake, natural flavor (???), caramel color, and red #40 lake

Miscellaneous Pork Rind Fun!