Saturday, August 11, 2007
Mad Scramble
It was amazing to watch the historic event of Barry Bonds' record breaking steroid induced home run shot. I happen to be watching it live on TV, and realized that steroid or not, that ball would be worth a few Winnebagos when the dust settled. What was most amazing was to see the inhumanity of the fans as they pummeled each other to just trying to grasp the precious tar laced, leather stitched ball. As people literally jumped on and bloodied each other, the sheer pandemonium struck me that humankind and sports have regressed into the dark ages. Planet of the Apes is no longer just a strange movie, but it is here. Think about the macabre soccer matches when the fans storm the field ready to wreak havoc. Take for example the violence that occurs in the streets after any major world championship. Is it the media, the greed, the competition that says we must win at all costs? Or is it a sinister gene that lays dormant from years past that is steadily emerging? Why can't I just live in peace in my Infiniti G38 while savoring my banana knowing that some sucker out there bought a G35 for the same cost with less horsepower and frills?
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I think the real issue is deeper still; at a level that someone as superficial as Mr. Huge Banana can't quite fathom.
Consider Hank Aaron's congratulatory message to Barry Bonds. Was he really sincere? Of course not. I saw sportswriter describe it as "tepid".
The real problem in society is honesty. Why can't Barry Bonds simply say "I broke Hank's record more juiced up than a warehouse full of Duracells!". And Henry Aaron's message could just as easily have been, "I'm really sorry to see you break my record you mutant ape!".
And finally, we all know that the writer of "Mad Scramble" is nowhere near cool enough to have bought an all new G37 (G38!?) because they just don't accept former Subaru owners.
The real issue is further down the recesses and completely shimmering in green. Yes, I mean that gnawing creature on your shoulder known far and wide as ENVY.
Barry Bonds wants to be as big as Hank Aaron, and knows still that the only way to attain that stature is to cheat since he does not have the talents of, say, an Alex Rodriquez who will surely eclipse his record doing it the old fashioned, traditional way of guzzling down Meisterbrau while eyeing the next groupie mixing his drink with her apartment keys.
By the way, my Subie can dust your overpriced G car. At least, in the snow while you're calling the motor club trying to get out of that ditch with that rear wheel drive dinosaur.
Hey, that's great news about your Subaru! Having purchased a black car, dust is a frequent problem. If you could bring ol' "Subie" over about once a week to dust my G, it would be much appreciated!
Thanks.
You'll easily be able to find the Subie. It's the one that's always in front of you. . . in technology, styling, speed, etc.
Give me a brake.
Sounds like a fish tail
I think you need to dial up your comments a little bit. I can barely gauge your reaction.
That last comment had me in Traction. Control yourself.
I can't help it if I'm hot. In fact, I'm steaming!
I'm a fan of yours. Cool it!
Sorry, I was just venting.
I'm hyper-ventilating! Can't we just let this slide?
I'm hyper-ventilating! Can't we just let this slide?
I'm hyper-ventilating! Can't we just let this slide?
Boy, this conversation has really had its ups and downs!
It has its Highs and Lows. Beam me up Scotty, there's too many Dim wits here.
What, you can't take a little needling?
Stop the insanity. This is not skid row.
Man, I'm tired of this.
Hey, don't tread on me!
We need to improve the speed in which we post.
Then perhaps we'll gain some traction in our readership?
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