Results tagged ‘ Mental Illness ’

People Will Come

BatboyThis story might make your skin crawl. No gore and it shouldnt ruin your lunch, but it’s a little creepy. And true.

Just over a year ago, I posted a sentimental tribute to my son, about the time he filled in as an AFL batboy. It touched on baseball and life’s illusions, and I was pleased to get some positive feedback on it. Like all posts, though, it eventually got archived and my thoughts turned to a hundred other ostensibly related topics. Baseball…Diamondbacks…Alyssa Milano……How to make my blog more viable…Alyssa Milano.
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For those of us not in on the big sell, it hasnt been easy getting featured on mlblogs. But that’s old news. The point is, you come up with gimmicks to make your page stand out; to make it more fun or useful than that of the geek next door. For example, I added sardonic images to my posts, and foreign language translations on the sidebar – including one in beautiful Arabic hieroglyphics, as a joke. Funny thing was, I actually got some hits from the Kingdom. Not a lot, but they’d trickle in from different IP addresses. Got a similar hit yesterday from the UAE.
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Like most bloggers, I got me one of them site meters. They’re fascinating tools, providing all sorts of free info about your readers except who they really are. I wondered if my Saudi readers were expats with Arizona connections, reaching out for Diamondbacks from ARAMCO barracks halfway around the globe. Or maybe a privileged prince with a secret American baseball bug? I really had no idea.
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Most baffling was that the Middle Easterners, almost without exception, gravitated to a single post I had written some time ago – the one about the AFL game. Gee, it really was a good story, I told myself. But why weren’t the Saudis reading any of my other stuff? This struck me as a tad odd. Perhaps cryptic Saudi significance was innocently embedded in the initials "AFL"? Ak-Faisal Ladin, anyone? No? The AFL baseball team was called the "Desert Dogs" – could that be a connection? Or did Julio Franco, who I briefly mention twice in the story, have a burgeoning fan club in Riyadh? I was at a loss.
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Turns out, it was none of that. Further snooping on SiteMeter revealed that this distant seduction was fueled, not by anything I had written, but by a stock photo inserted near the bottom of the AFL post – a picture of a prepubescent boy my son’s age, from the waist up, taking a shower. It turns out the two most popular Google searches to find Diamondhacks, from Saudi Arabia anyway, are:
  1. Naked boy
  2. boy in shower

Lovely. I dont wanna come down too hard on any society righteous enough to parade around in long, white robes with funny hats, nor one sufficiently sage to forbid women to drive. Nor do I (heaven forbid!) want to come across like a Crusader, but with due respect to our dear friends squatting on the world’s largest oil reserves, their virtue police really ought to look into this *** pedophilia thing and consider chopping off some nuts.

(photos ourtesy of ottawalynxblog.com and raidernet.com)

Multitasking Conspiracy?

Bryanprice_1 Who amongst us can claim that pitching coach Derrickhall_3 Bryan Price and Team President Derrick Hall have stood side by side, in the SAME room….at the SAME time??????

Coincidental resemblance?

Or yet another brazen attempt by this FO to cut payroll? 

YOU, THE FANS, DECIDE!!!

Not So Grand Slam

As if irritated by some red rash, fans of the Sedona Scarlets are itching to look back on Tony Clark’s grand slam Saturday as this season’s turning point. Daron Sutton has framed the significance of this event for us, no less than half a dozen times. Just as Clark crossed the Pittsburgh plate, however, another defining moment occured, as the on deck hitter, recently reinstated Alberto Callaspo, congratulated our towering team sage.

Callaspo, a versatile fielder who rarely hits outside his apartment, was briefly placed on an unpaid restricted list following his arrest, yet returned to action disturbingly soon after allegations he threw his 17 month old into a headboard and cut his wife’s face with a knife.

Callaspo_angels_1 To date, we’ve been spared a team press release claiming this accidently happened as the amorous couple carved their initials into the trunk of a palo verde tree, but it’s still a curious move by a club eager to talk up family and community values while struggling to capture that very community’s support.

Contrast their understated, almost blase approach with prior ownership’s response in similar situations. In 1999, Bobby Chouinard was released after an off season domestic dispute involving a gun and later served jail time.  In 2001, Mike DiFelice was released a couple weeks after assaulting three people at a Pittsburgh bar. And with Colangelo, it wasnt just the scrubs who were sent packing – he dealt the Suns’ popular franchise player – and the NBA’s best point guard at the time – after Joumanna Kidd got a bloody lip.

Colangelo exercised manifestly different business priorities, likely the result of values apart from those held by his successors. When Kendrick and Moorad crow about responsibility, it means financial responsibility and protecting their own investments. Other duties in a quasi public enterprise, like reflecting community standards, are relegated to double talking spokesmen like Derrick Hall for massage therapy when they are perceived to be in conflict with the bottom line.

The company spiel is that the D*Backs are "surprised" about Alberto Callaspo’s history of violence. Sound familiar?  Remember how Kendrick was "surprised" when Wally Backman’s personal troubles were magically exposed by the indolent Phoenix press in half an hour? The truth was Kendrick always knew Backman carried more baggage than a Pullman porter but was willing to ride the ups and downs because Backman was such a dynamic manager. Kendrick badly miscalculated public reaction, however, which, given his lack of expertise in professional sports management, is excusable. The inexcusable part was casting aspersions about Backman and former owner Colangelo, rather than publicly acknowledging his own culpability in the controversy.

Without knowing all the details here, Callaspo’s enrollment in anger management classes makes it clear that his wife’s fearful pleas to police arent the product of a kooky Venezuelan imagination any more than a knife mark or "minor abrasions" on her face. Judging from press reports, our own wild stab is that Alberto has corporate lawyers galore and his 22 year old wife, who only recently learned of the 911 emergency system at her disposal, lacks representation of any kind.

Predictably, the Diamondbacks’ designated crisis communicator is entirely silent about the issue of the day – his organization’s feelings about Callaspo – yet is all too eager to advertise how "proud" he is of the entire organization handling this sensitive Girl_with_blackeyesituation. Why, the more you think about it, this whole incident is almost cause for celebration, really. Fans of Hall’s verbal gymnastics may recall his similar language while eliminating the $1 seats. In Hall’s lexicon, "extremely proud" means "Our policies screw people with little or no voice, but true Diamondback fans should feel warm about it inside."

Any lawyer would be "proud" of the way Hall expresses obligatory concern for generic domestic violence while distancing Callaspo from any wrongdoing – all to setup the nauseating bromide about his belief in second chances.  Well, it’s not Callaspo’s second chance.   According to the police report, Alberto’s been flinging his young, vulnerable family around at least since they arrived in the States. Perhaps Hall overlooked that in the rigorous, fact finding phase of his internal investigation. Aren’t young, impressionable, highly paid professional athletes routinely counseled about unacceptable behavior before problems arise, just as a matter of course?  So, now, the Diamondbacks and the union have gotten together and decided that the solution here is more counseling.

I wonder if Hall took time from his busy schedule to pitch the upside of second chances to Marianny Paola, who’s been kicked – and apparently knifed in the face – by the D*Backs slashing utility man. Or if he had the opportunity to explain the inherent "win-win" here to the toddler whose cranium’s been slammed into the headboard at least once by Callaspo?

What does it matter whether this is the second or third or fourteenth chance for the child abuser starting today in left field, when today’s talking point is that we’re all extremely proud of the organization in times like these?

(images courtesy of larryscards.com and Norman Rockwell)

A-Rod Wildly Successful

The company line on Alex Rodriguez says that he failed because he’s trying too hard, trying to do "too much". Based on our brief observation of his fruitless ALDS, we say just the opposite is true. Alex Rodriguez is desperately trying not to do too much – and has, in fact, been wildly successful at it. Arodsplinter_1

We’re not claiming he’s throwing games – being on the take requires a far more subtle, sporadic ineptitude – involving hits and cleanly fielded ground balls on occasion. We just think his professional focus is squarely on doing as little as possible.

What are the telltale signs of a player trying to do too much? For hitters, it’s being impatient, pulling your head out and swinging from your shoetops, yanking whatever you happen to connect with meekly down the line.  A-Rod swung at some bad pitches, but was no less disciplined than most of his teammates. His head was generally on the ball, with a compact swing, stroking balls to center and right, with a bat head that looked as if it was carefully swishing through a vat of molasses. That’s not trying to be the overachieving hero – it’s confining oneself to mediocrity by just making contact – or a least trying to.

Infielders who do too much typically hurry pegs, or throw to a wrong base trying to turn two when recording the out at first makes more sense. I didnt see A-Rod unnecessarily hurrying, but rather being extraordinarily deliberate at third. He fields the grounder, and instead of forcing a throw too soon as if he was anxious (the hot potato syndrome), looks at the ball first, looks at it again, and looks at it again, before retiring the runner. It almost appears obsessive compulsive, as if he’s saying, " I am an incredibly calm professional and I am definitely not hurrying." But of course, due to all the prancing around, he is, in the end, hurrying throws wide of his alleged first basemen.

Predictions

We know Arizona’s young late season callups generated quite a buzz, but we’re Maxpatkin still having difficulty getting pumped about the Diamondbacks’ chances this postseason. Maybe ace Brandon Webb’s poor outing in his last start is what’s got us concerned. Or that uninspired stretch, where they dropped eighty six of their final one hundred and sixty two games, that simply doesnt bode well.

In any case, we’re not picking Arizona to do anything from here on out. Please dont label us traitors – we just dont have a good feeling at all here.

Who does Diamondhacks like?  Well, we’ve always admired the Jones boys – Andruw and Chipper – and expect their usual chop-chop this time of year. Baseball people know what we mean when we say that. And it’s suicide to bet against a genius like Dusty Baker, so we like the Giants. A lot actually. Braves-Giants it is.

Braves in two.

The American League?

Sorry, we just dont follow the AL that closely.

Welcome To My Nightmare

For years now, as the sun sets in the Arizona sky, when "Suupper’s reeaadyyy" cascades across countless southwestern ranchettes, the walls of my stucco castle reverberate with less welcoming wails.  

"Luuuuvvvvverboyyy’s ooonnnnn!", my wife derisively yelps.

"Daaaddy! Time to see your booooyyyfriend", the preteen giggles.

And so, I, the ostensible king of this casa, sheepishly trudge to the family room, where the TV is inevitably tuned to ESPN’s Baseball Tonight and the source of my humiliation, the object of my lampooned "affection" – Peter Gammons.

Now, I do like Peter. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. It seems everybody, including my family, thinks Peter’s terrific. So, the fact that I enjoy his body – of work I mean – hardly makes me a target for ridicule.   

The only reason I get broiled at home is because, one too early morning, before I had recaptured my senses from slumber, I told my wife that (god, this was such a dumb thing to say) …I told my wife about a…(geez, I’m an idiot)…I confided to my wife that I…(dont EVER Freud_1confide to your wife)…aw, he11…I told her I HAD A DREAM about Peter Gammons!

Why, it… seems… like… just… yesterday…[fade to spectacular farmhouse on rolling hill, cue chimes] when Peter graciously hosted me one crisp spring morn at the sprawling grounds of his New England estate, for no conceivable reason. We chatted from Adirondack chairs Gammons had lovingly turned from northern white ash. I complimented him about how he tended the property and he volunteered that I wrote well. Imagine that! Maybe he was just being nice – but I remain steadfastly open to alternative diagnoses. I awoke, gleeful and chatty, and honestly dont remember much else.

My wife, however, wont let me forget. That her husband of fourteen years dreamt of a sportswriter is, somehow, perversely funny to her.  She thinks I ought to dream about our future, vats of dark chocolate, or, if one can even imagine, her.

Well, I may be married, but I’m not dead.

Take my advice and visit this farm of Peter’s if you find yourself wandering New England way. I can vouch that, one on one, Peter’s even nicer than he appears on TV, and his fields are well kept – as are all proper dreams.   

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Royal Treatment?

This unusual story from the Kansas City Star, about Zack Greinke’s comeback from an unnamed mental illness, had us initially reaching for a tissue, however we became confused upon a second and third reading and welcome alternate perspectives on Greinke’s "condition".

Making fun of people is a staple at DiamondHacks, but we have no taste for trivializing, let alone mocking, genuine mental illness.   Greinke’s clearly troubled and anxious, and doesnt feel comfortable in social settings. Here’s the example the 22 year old volunteered to illustrate that his emotional problems were "long-standing". (Italics are mine).

Growing up, there were signs. As about an 8-year-old tennis player, with a 50-0 record, he finally got beat. It was the only tournament match he lost, and he said it’s the last one he played.

“I lost on purpose,” he says. “I had problems; I’d get real nervous before the games. The last time, I got so nervous and I was like, ‘Dad, I can’t play anymore.’ I was going crazy thinking I was gonna lose. I got so nervous I ended up hitting every ball straight into the net. The second set, I was loose and I beat the guy like 6-2. I ended up quitting in the last one. I hit them into the net again.”

Is it fair to speculate generally about the parent(s) of any eight year old with a 50-0 tennis record? Or about any relatively normal child’s reaction to such "coaching"? Losing a set..winning a set..losing another set. I’m just asking, does this boy’s behavior indicate irrational mental illness, or is it an understandable emotional response to his circumstances?

Or this:

“I really like when the sun is setting,” he says. “I was here in Arizona, and it was one of the prettiest days out and the sun was setting, and I was like, ‘I don’t care; I don’t even want to look at it right now. It doesn’t do anything for me.’ That was one moment where I was like: What’s wrong with me?”

Sunsetdesert

Mopey. Depressed. What’s so unusual about not appreciating the splendor of a gorgeous sunset from time to time? Not much, I’d say – yet this seemingly humdrum ennui leads to the rather dramatic self criticism, "What’s wrong with me?"

My layman’s take is that Zack is a reasonably normal, if somewhat introspective, guy who has internalized massive expectations placed upon him by others his whole life. It sounds as if, with the help of a sports psychologist, he’s making strides to remedy that.   

Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like someone else in that family maybe oughta visit a pyschologist’s office and that the farther Greinke get’s away from his/her influence, he’ll be just fine.

Read the whole thing here

Also, zackgreinke.com

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