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Hello! I’m sorry about my lack of entries as of late. I’ve been filming a movie in Utah and have had very little time to write, other than Tweets on Twitter. It seems 140 characters are about all I’ve been able to manage lately.
Thank goodness for the MLB At Bat app for the iPhone! I’ve been working a lot of nights and weird hours, with no Internet connection in sight, and have found solace in always knowing I can see highlights.
I’m starting to get excited for All-Star Game. I’ve been asked for whom I’ve voted numerous times on Twitter, so I thought I’d share my picks with you.
National League (Yeah. Mostly Dodgers. Back off.)
I could not vote for Manny, because it is a bad message to send to our kids.
How about the Dodgers? (I’m doing a ritualistic dance now to counterbalance any jinxing that might have taken hold just by writing that question.)
P.S. Tell me who you voted for! And if you haven’t voted yet you can do so here.
Yesterday, May 6, 2009, I went to bed elated by the news that the Dodgers made history. Just 10 hours later, I woke up disheartened by the news that Manny Ramirez was suspended for 50 games due to testing positive for an MLB banned substance. I then proceeded to comfort eat. I ate two muffins with a side of frosted flakes. I now feel puffy.
ESPN is reporting that they have received information from two sources that the banned substance Manny tested positive for is human chorionic gonadotropin. HCG is a fertility drug typically used by steroid users coming off the juice that aids in replenishing testosterone levels in the testicles. As we’ve all learned by now, testosterone is depleted by steroid use, and low testosterone can cause erectile dysfunction. (Insert inappropriate Mannywood joke here). But it should be noted that HCG can also be used in lieu of steroids because of its testosterone boosting effect which can boost performance. Still bad.
In his statement, Ramirez said:
“I want to apologize to Mr. McCourt, Mrs. McCourt, Mr. Torre, my teammates, the Dodger organization, and to the Dodger fans. LA is a special place to me, and I know everybody is disappointed. So am I. I’m sorry about this whole situation.”
And if it isn’t bad enough for baseball, Tom Verducci from SI.com closed his article with this staggering fact:
“Ramirez ranks 17th on the all-time home-run list with 533. Eight of those top 17 home run hitters played in what is commonly referred to as the Steroid Era. And six of those eight modern-day sluggers have been associated with performance-enhancing drugs: Barry Bonds, Sammy Sosa, Mark McGwire, Rafael Palmeiro, Rodriguez and Ramirez. The only modern sluggers to have escaped such a connection are Ken Griffey Jr., Frank Thomas and Jim Thome.”
Am I enraged? No. Cheating in baseball has been around for as long as the sport has been around. This latest form of cheating is a direct result of where we are socially. I’ve said it many times before but it is worth repeating here and now. We’re all looking for a quick fix to be stronger, to look younger, to perform better and to cure what ails us. Performance enhancing drugs are, unfortunately, the evolution of cheating that mirrors the evolution of the pharmaceutical society that we’ve become.
So, no, I am not enraged. I’m just sad and disappointed.
Below is an excerpt from my book Safe at Home: Confessions of a Baseball Fanatic. This excerpt appears in the chapter entitled, “Cheating Through The Ages,” and I thought it was appropriate to post today. Please leave your comments. I always enjoy reading them.
“Okay, I’m just gonna lay this out here: Cheating in baseball has been around for a long time. Pretty much since the game began there have been stolen signs, spitballs, corked bats, greenies, and any number of other methods to get ahead. It was only after all that when the current era of swollen necks and bulging home run totals was ushered in. So much for baseball’s innocence.
The difference between the past and the present is that today’s cheating is happening off the field. It’s happening in locker rooms and bathroom stalls instead of on the basepaths and the pitcher’s mound. Personally, I can’t figure out how anyone can say that one form of cheating is “better” than another. Can’t we just say that they’re all bad rather than trying to find ways to show that the past was full of decency and the present is full of deception?
I’m a big believer in individual responsibility. Baseball cheaters should be punished. Punished, yes, but not destroyed. It was true when Shoeless Joe Jackson and the rest of the Black Sox disappointed a nation, and it’s true now, for the guys looking for an edge by using the needle. The real problem with steroids is that the baseball commissioner, Bud Selig, and the Major League Baseball Players Association didn’t nip it in the bud (no pun intended) early on. For years both sides opposed testing with little sense of the toll that this position would take on the game. Their negligence turned a problem into an epidemic, leaving an entire era of stats in question. Home runs, hits, and attendance were up, and that meant more money for teams and the league, which meant more money for players, which meant more money for the union. Take all those financial incentives together, and suddenly no one is in a hurry to regulate anything.
Yet even though there are a lot of people responsible for the steroid era there are very few who’ve actually stepped up and admitted their part in it. And that’s what I have a problem with. Barry Bonds is undoubtedly one of the greatest players ever. You know what? I didn’t have as much of a problem with the idea of him cheating as I did with the possibility that he lied about it.
In contrast, there are guys like Jason Giambi and Andy Pettitte, who simply came clean (inasmuch as Giambi could without violating the terms of his contract). And I totally respect their honesty. Yes, Giambi may have made some bad choices throughout his career, but I must admit, as a purist fan of baseball, I had a newfound respect for the man after he told the truth. I have compassion for anyone trying to do the right thing, anyone who may have had a slip of judgment and then recognized his or her mistakes.
Maybe my biggest frustration with this issue is that Major League Baseball and the players union have yet to own up to their role in all this. A grand jury, a congressional committee, a tell-all book, and they have yet to apologize for their complacency. Before MLB can solve this issue it needs to recognize the problem and apologize for it. If any employee of any major entertainment corporation were to act inappropriately and offend or alienate his or her audience, the CEO would apologize on behalf of the company. Why is it so hard for Bud Selig to say, “I apologize for the steroid era. We made a mistake with our complacency, and we are taking the appropriate measures to make sure the future game of baseball is played with dignity and integrity.”
The fans, the players, the coaches — everyone needs to close the book on this latest chapter, in the game’s cheating history. As the latest in a long history of cheating episodes, it’s our obligation to give it the attention it deserves and then move on. We owe it to ourselves and… we owe it to the game.”
P.S. Here’s a link to an entry I wrote about steroids and botox.
I apologize for not writing in a long time. So many exciting things have happened since my last post. Most importantly, my lovely David proposed and I have been basking in engagement bliss. Needless to say, we are over the moon.
I also wanted to share some other news. I have spent the last year writing a book, and after lots of research, revisions, self-doubt, neuroses, drafts, and anxiety attacks it is finally finished! It will be released March 24 and I couldn’t be happier. Or more terrified. I am happy for all the obvious reasons and terrified for all the really, really obvious reasons.
The book is called Safe At Home: Confessions of a Baseball Fanatic. When I initially began plotting out the book in my head, my intention simply was to write about baseball from a woman’s perspective. But once I actually sat down and started writing, it became much more of a personal experience. Throughout the book, I use baseball as a mirror to my life, experiences, and memories, dating back to my childhood. The result is part memoir and part philosophical love letter to the sport that found me when I needed it most.
And… Joe Torre wrote the forward which makes me prouder than you could ever friggin’ imagine. I’m so not worthy, but so damn appreciative.
Okay… so…. what a totally odd off-season. Have you guys read this article from the Los Angeles Times? What do you think? Collusion or contusion?
Have you watched the MLB Channel yet? It is awesome and made the off-season much, much, much, easier to get through.
Who is going to the World Baseball Classic? I went in 2006 and it was some of the best fundamental baseball I have ever seen.
A-Rod did steroids in 2003? Who else wasn’t surprised by this? Puh-lease.
Hopefully, my next post will be about what a genius Ned is by being ever so patient and finally signing Manny. (Please).
P.S. Here is a copy of the book cover.
Hello! I know you are very busy making toys and all, so I won’t take up too much of your time. I just wanted to drop you a note and tell you what a good girl I’ve been this year.
I have been very good. I ate my vegetables. I cleaned my room and made my bed. And when my TV show got canceled 10 days before we were supposed to start production, I didn’t even say any swear words! I didn’t even say “sh*!”. Nope. Not even once. How good is that? Instead, I looked at the bright side and saw the glass half full. I remembered how blessed I was regardless of being out of work.
I know you know how good I’ve been because you’ve been watching. So, in lieu of being nice and not naughty, I have composed my Christmas list for you.
1. Please ease the struggle for those who are suffering from the financial crisis.
2. Please end the war.
3. Please bring happiness and health to my friends and family.
That’s it! That is all I want for Christmas! I bet you thought I was going to ask for Manny and Furcal to be Dodgers, or for two starting pitchers, or for the Dodgers to win the World Series, or things like that. Nope. I would never. Not me. Well, I mean, if you wanted to bring me those things, I certainly wouldn’t send them back. You wouldn’t even have to make a special trip to my house for those things! I don’t think Manny would fit down my chimney anyway. Furcal might. You could just drop them off at Dodger Stadium. Yeah. That would be perfect.
Thank you, Santa Claus.
Well, at least now we can look back and say that in 2008 we were eliminated by the World Champions. Congratulations to all of you Phillies fans out there. It must feel good.
After the elimination game, there were some fans that stuck around cheering and showing appreciation, for about a half hour straight. It was a cool thing to be a part of. My voice was hoarse for two days. Nomar came out of the dugout, waved, and put his hand over his heart as if to say: “Thank you.” It seemed like he was saying goodbye to something. Maybe he was saying goodbye to the stadium, maybe he was saying goodbye to baseball. The moment made me well up.
Mr. McCourt stuck around and the fans started a chant specifically for his behalf.
“Please sign Manny! (clap,clap,clap,clap,clap) Please sign Manny!” we chanted.
As I walked through the stadium to get to my parking lot, I saw sleepy children holding their gloves in one hand and their daddy’s hand in the other. I realized, a whole new generation of Dodger fans got to experience the NLCS for the first time and that was special. Their fathers were probably kids the last time we had made it that far.
I didn’t post a blog entry after that game because quite frankly, I didn’t know what to say. I sat down to try and write something, anything, to express what I was feeling. Alas, I couldn’t find the words and thought that it would be best just to be quiet for a moment and get some distance.
With that distance, I realized the good so outweighed the bad this season. With all the ups and downs, it felt like every game had its own heartbeat.
Thank you, Dodgers, for a great season.
Spring will be here before you know it and in the interim, we have the rumors and deals of the offseason to keep us occupied. Dodger free agents:
- Casey Blake
- Rafael Furcal
- Nomar Garciaparra
- Jason Johnson
- Derek Lowe
- Jeff Kent
- Greg Maddux
- Joe Biemel
- Chan Ho Park
- Mark Sweeney
- Manny Ramirez
- Pablo Ozuna
If you were Ned Colletti, what would YOU do?
I will try to continue to blog during the offseason when there’s something to say. Until then, I will be working on Single With Parents and missing baseball.
It is hard to believe that the season is over. Where does the time go? It really does speed up the older you get. To all my readers in your twenties: Enjoy it. Don’t rush. Bask in the glory of this time in your life.
I hate the end of regular season baseball. Not only because it means that we will shortly be without baseball, but also because it means winter is coming. That’s another thing about baseball that I love. I love that it is so representative of a passing year and time. The postseason brings fall. The offseason brings winter. Spring Training brings the promise of the summer and a clean slate.
The season has had its ups and downs but overall, it was a great reminder of what I love about the sport. With a little bit of hope, an amazing skipper, and a player with a big bat and a seemingly bigger heart, the boys in blue fought the good fight and made it to the postseason.
I just want to take a moment to thank St. Louis for their unbelievable hospitality during my visit. Thank you, St. Louis Cardinals and thank you to everyone who stood in line and supported the TOUCH appearance (Kent Loan and CJ – you are the best!). I truly had a wonderful time and will remember it with great fondness. I am such a lucky girl.
Here are some pictures from the event:
See you in the postseason! We’re back!
Firstly, I just want to say thank you to all those who left words of support regarding SINGLE WITH PARENTS being picked up. I am extremely appreciative that ABC has given me the opportunity to be on the network and hope that you guys like the show. I can’t wait to start filming.
Now, on to why we are all here — VERY IMPORTANT SERIES THIS WEEKEND AGAINST THE D-BACKS! Oh God, it gives me heartburn. We’re a game and a half behind Arizona. There are 22 games left to go. You do the math. Dodger Dugout has listed our numbers this season against the D’Backs, so take a look.
And now I pose a question:
Do you think it is a coincidence that the Dodgers have been winning ever since Jeff Kent, the supposed “clubhouse cancer,” hasn’t been in the clubhouse?
P.S. I was being sarcastic in my last post about the K.M.I.L.A.F. Jeeze, tough crowd. But Manny did wave to me from the dugout Wednesday night so if he keeps that up, I may just defer my weekly paychecks from SINGLE WITH PARENTS to help the McCourts out. Yup. Team player here. Again…sarcastic. (My weekly paychecks probably couldn’t even pay for Manny’s dreadlock maintenance.)
Even though by my amateur estimation there will be (something like) $50 million freed up in salary, there is a lot of talk that the Dodgers won’t be able to keep Manny in L.A. next season, because his free agency price tag might be too steep.
How about this for an idea on how we can afford Manny next season? For every home game remaining, we should pass around a collection basket at the stadium. You know, like the collection baskets at church. We can call it the “Keep Manny In L.A. Fund.”
Let’s say the Dodgers average 48,000 fans for the remaining 20 home games, and everyone puts $10 into the “Keep Manny In L.A. Fund.” That’s $480,000 a game and $9.6 million total. Add that to the $50 million in other contracts that will come off the books, and you have 59.6 million. That means the McCourts only would have to come up with another $40.4 million to reach the $100 million contract Manny most likely is seeking. Piece of cake.
I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to give him up. The energy he has brought to the team and the stadium is something that I haven’t felt in a long time. It’s amazing how one MANny can make a difference. And not to mention, how he can get us to wear these ridiculous wigs:
I was in the middle of writing an entry blasting the Dodgers for not doing anything significant before the Trade Deadline and then, out of nowhere, my cell phone chimed alerting me of a text message. I expected to look down and see an MLB Text Alert saying, “Yup Alyssa, the Dodgers are lame,” but low and behold, instead it was an MLB alert that read, “Alyssa, the Dodgers got freaking Manny Ramirez!” Well, that’s not really what it said but … wow.
Now I am getting an email. I’ll be right back.
Ummmm. Okay. There were two emails in my inbox. One was an email from a friend/baseball insider that said “Congrats. Might be an interesting dynamic with Torre” and the other was from my Dad and he said, “I can’t even imagine Jeff Kent and Manny in the same clubhouse but I’m glad Ethier is safe.”
Oh, the drama.
Hold on. Another email.
Okay. Boston is paying the remainder of Manny’s contract. We didn’t have to give up Kemp, Loney or Ethier. We now definitely don’t have to play Jones (release him).
Oh. Another email. Hold please.
I’m back. It was Kevin Kennedy. His email said, “This is a difference maker. We will win the division.” From his mouth, to God’s ears. I love Kevin Kennedy. I love him. He is so passionate about the Dodgers.
Holy cow! Ding.
Another email. Jeeze. Sorry. Be right back.
It was Rachael (my brother’s sweet girlfriend). The subject said, “OMG”. Her email said, “M A N N Y” and that was it.
So, where was I? Oh yeah. Okay. Big bat. Didn’t have to give up much to get him.
When I was in Boston last year doing the postseason coverage for TBS, I met Manny in the parking lot. He rolled down his VERY tinted window of his VERY expensive car and said…
DEAR GOD PEOPLE STOP EMAILING ME!!!! I’m writing over here!!! Hold on a sec. So sorry.
Ha! It was a very disgruntled Red Sox fan/friend of mine. Ha! He is so bitter. He said, “Manny is now YOUR headache.” Paging Dr. Bitterman. Dr. Bitterman, please pick up the white courtesy phone.
Anyway, Manny rolled down his window and said “Hi Aleeeeesa. How are you?” I told him that it was nice to meet him and he smiled and rolled up his window and that was it. Kind of an anticlimactic story but it was cool to get to meet him.
I LOVE BASEBALL!!!!! I FREAKING LOVE IT!!!!
I leave you now to go reply to all those emails in my inbox regarding our new outfielder. Talk amongst yourselves and let me know what you think.