Sosa Spectatular

Slammin' Sammy Sosa hit his 600th home run last night against the team that's credited with his first 545, and instantly put himself right next to Bonds in the "numbers too good to ignore alleged, but undeniable, steroid use" column. While only 20% of Hall of Fame voters thought he should be in the Hall last winter, tonight 7 of 8 ESPN analysts sang a different tune. My opinion? Send him to Cooperstown. Sure, I'm biased as this man gave me one of the greatest summers of my life, but my position is the same for Bonds and McGuire. The late '90s are baseball's problem. They clearly looked the other way as players tripled their body sizes and quadrupled their numbers. At first it was exciting and profitable, and their ignorance is probably justified. But when three players are crushing timeless records year after year, only naive fans like myself should be unable to see through that. So, when Bud Selig has a nightmare realizing he turned his back on this corruption and goes witch-hunting, I'm one guy that will only follow as far as the all-powerful asterisk. These men deserve to be in the hall whether you Roger Maris them or not is my position. They should also be part of an exhibit there displaying pictures and stats of the rapid change in physical stature and numbers over the decade before Canseco's Juiced hit shelves. My only complaint is Sammy should be wearing a Cubs jersey, but that is another story involving Jim Hendry, Greg Maddux, and a corked bat that I'll have to explain some other time. Congrats amigo!

I've got nothing

Sorry to have been MIA recently, but really it stems from a lack of things about which to write. Since Kobe inspired 4am blogging, there have been very few original thoughts in my head. I've gotten a couple suggestions from readers, but can honestly not take credit for thinking of anything past maybe writing the one millionth Paris Hilton commentary. Yes, she is absurd by the way. Wow, I just thought of one...

The Pursuit of Happiness
Last weekend I saw this overrated blockbuster, and the title-line catch phrase has been unshakable. For those who haven't spent two depressing hours watching this failed salesman change careers, here's the skinny: when he's at life's end with no money, a young child, and his wife on the verge of leaving, he suddenly thinks of Thomas Jefferson and his "life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness" from the Declaration. He says "how did he know to put the 'pursuit' part in there, as if you can never be truly happy?" I immediately thought about myself per usual, and realized how true this rang. Very rarely am I happy with my current situation, but am rather typically anticipating happiness in the future. Once I get into a school, pass a test, complete a course, land a job, drink 12 more protein shakes, get promoted, live elsewhere, own a house, fall in love, vacation in St. Bart's. This has also been a frequently discussed topic with coworkers and friends, but I focused on symptoms never realizing the problem until now. So, I've decided to drop the pursuit part and just be happy. Simple as that. Ain't no better time than now. Life is what you make it, it's all about perspective, etc. etc. We'll see how long this lasts.