Blood from Turnips
It has been a while since I have written one of these flotsam and jetsam posts of stuff not worthy of an individual post, but darn it, I feel the need to write about it. Actually, I have not blogged much at all. A few things have occurred. Most importantly, I have been inexplicably distracted by one thing after another and just have lost whatever oomph made me sit down to wax poetic about whatever might be on my mind. I have not seriously gotten my mojo back, either. At least not for blogging. I have been banging away on other things. Second, my computer died a while ago and I have been busy setting up a new to my liking. Finally, there really is not much interesting going on, is there? We are all stuck in a rut during the dog days of summer.
I have had the opportunity to speak to some old friends as of late regarding their personal lives and law careers. Without revealing too much, I was interested to discover who is not all that enthusiastic about their chosen professions any longer, who loves it, and who has found greener pastures with other, more personal endeavors. I have already written reams on the issue as far as my own life goes. I am curious how much can be chalked up to personal growth. If you had told me the day before my reina detached I would never be a lawyer, I had have gone out searching for a large bus to throw myself under. But these days I wonder whether another profession would have been more fulfilling. Is that a matter of the grass always being greener on the other side of the fence or just a matter of maturing into a better, albeit to late to matter, decision maker? They have given me food for thought on the issue.
One of the more trivial things distracting me of late has been Atlanta Braves baseball. I did not watch very many games early in theseason when they were either in first or hovering close, but I have been now that they are tanking. Maybe I am exaggerating. They are in third place in a tough division, but still competitive in the wild card race. I do not believe anyone, myself included, expects them to actually make the playoffs. Even if they do, I doubt they have the juice to win. The team chemistry is off. The first hints of that came earlier this season when Chipper Jones and John Smoltz traded barbs in the press over the team’s failure to establish a dynasty after the 1995 world championship. A couple days ago, Chipper was at it again, critiquing the umpiring crew for bad calls.
Fact is, the Braves have been over rated and in steady decline for years. Even in the heyday, they relied too much on the pitching staff. I will grant you the Maddox, Glavine, and Smoltz trio was the best in the National League, if not the majors, for the better part of a decade. But those guys got worn out in a 162 game season to the point they had nothing for the post season. I am convinced the 1995 championship was one solely because it was a strike shortened 144 game season. Sad to say, but the Braves have even less now than they had then. There is nothing exciting about them. I guess that is what is frustrating Chipper.
But I do remember those heydays. Back in my last couple years of high school, the Braves were the it entertainment in town. Everyone watched the games and planned at least one pilgrimage to Atlanta Fulton County Stadium for a game. I was in college for the 1995 world Series. The buzz followed me there, although it was interesting how many northerners lined up behind the Cleveland Indians.. Fair weather Johnsons to be sure, but it divided campus into a friendly yankee v. southerner rivalry that introduced a certain comraderie among the freshmen. Next year was the big one. The Braves met the Yankees in the 1996 World Series and that really got everyone pumped. We were fighting the War of Northern Aggression all over again. That was pretty much the last time the team generated any excitement. The Braves choked the next two years and the 1999 rematch with the Yankees was overshadowed by John Rocker’s racist idiocy. I do not believe the spiral has stopped yet.
I am going to cap this off with news that Luciano Pavarotti has died after a long bout with cancer. I am not a fan of opera, but I recognize he was the mass at what he did, so my hat is off to him. Godspeed.