Archive for May 2011
I’m really not sure what to think about the questions that transcend our existence on this Earth, namely, is there anything that actually does transcend our existence on this Earth or do we just die and end up food for the worms and maggots?
You think of all the monumental, life-changing, earth-shaking questions we have to deal with in this life, and all of it pales in comparison to the question of whether or not there is an afterlife. Unfortunately, short of some documented resurrection miracle, there is no possible way we’ll ever get a definitive answer on whether the afterlife does or doesn’t exist. And with apologies to all my religious friends, your beliefs in the afterlife are built entirely on faith.
The part that gets me is the fact that most atheists have no idea that their beliefs require just as much faith as the faith of the believers. An atheist will tell you that they would never believe in anything that can’t be analyzed, quantified and computed, with a smug certanty that there could be nothing in this universe that lies beyond the reach of their scientific instruments. To me, atheists really do seem like an arrogant lot for the most part.
I can understand agnosticism, because if you leave your heart out of the debate, you can find no more evidence to prove that a Creator does exist than you can find evidence that a Creator doesn’t exist, so if you’re determined not to take a leap of faith, agnosticism is the only logical way to go.
Most atheists seem oblivious to the fact that they’re making just as much of a leap of faith in their belief in the absence of a Creator as the believers themselves.
Dressing themselves up in a robe of scientific method, hailing their fellow atheists who have made some of the greatest achievements of the scientific world and telling themselves that they live in a world of cool, calculated, rational thinking, a world of weights and measures and tangible things that can be proven, the atheist will say, “Show me the proof that your God exists!”
As if the most obvious answer in the world wouldn’t be to ask the atheist to prove that your God doesn’t exist.
To me, it comes down to a simple question of, “Have you ever seen anything in this world that was created without a creator?”
Everything springs from something. Are you going to try to tell me the whole universe just poofed out of nowhere? Whether the universe is eternal or started with the flip of a switch, it seems obvious to me that it had to be created by an Eternal Creator.
Which leads me to a quote by Ronald Reagan . . .
Sometimes when I’m faced with an unbeliever, an atheist, I am tempted to invite him to the greatest gourmet dinner that one could ever serve, and when we finished eating that magnificent dinner, to ask him if he believes there’s a cook.
A homeless man was dead after a woman discovered him inside her Fayetteville apartment, which was in a house that had been broken up into several apartments. Fayetteville police said John Standridge entered the woman’s apartment to use the bathroom.
She told police she found him and screamed. She said Standridge then ran out of the room with his pants around his ankles, tripped and fell down the stairs and died.
A downstairs neighbor met him at a liquor store and invited Standridge back to the house to stay the night so he wouldn’t have to sleep outside. The neighbor got drunk then went to bed. He gave Standridge a blanket and pillow and said he could sleep on the couch.
The neighbor said he thinks Standridge was intoxicated and got confused about which apartment was which and mistakenly entered the woman’s apartment. He said Standridge was a nice guy and thought he had “met a new friend.”
I like the way Drudge was able to nail it all in a single headline: Man breaks into house to use toilet, flees with pants down, falls down stairs, dies…
That pretty much says it all – a Darwin Awards nominee if there ever was one.
Granted, it was a day game, day games can never draw the attendance of a night game, in fact, from the owner’s standpoint, day games might be some sort of charity, a gift to the smaller number of people who can cut work or cut school to enjoy the sunshine and catch the game, because it really is the best way to see a ballgame, out in the warmth and the heat and the bright shining sun, so those ten or twelve dates on the calendar really do feel like the owners giving the fans a gift, knowing that there’s no way the attendance numbers are going to match the numbers of a night game . . .
So yeah, you get used to a day game and seeing quite a few empty seats, and I have been to quite a few daytime Dodger games and seen probably a hundred of them on television, but I have never, ever seen as many empty seats as I saw at the game yesterday. A shot from the first inning:
The Dodgers – this is the team that hit the three million mark in attendance for the first time in baseball history. Think about that, the first team in the history of baseball to have three million people show up on an 81 game schedule of home games. It was only after the Dodgers hit that mark six more times that one or two other teams that ended up joining them there (Cardinals, Yankees? I’m too lazy to google it) in years after that, but for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, almost like a marital contract, L.A. fans stuck with their Dodgers and they were showing up three million strong in good years and in bad, year after year.
Now it looks like a Florida Marlins game. First time I’ve ever been to a Dodgers game, and they didn’t even announce the attendance! It’s that bad! What was it? 20,000? 15,000? Holy crap, we are seriously encroaching on minor league attendance numbers! It’s one of the most dramatic turnarounds I’ve ever seen, a major league ball club turning itself into minor league attendance numbers.
So how did this happen? How do you explain it?
I can only attribute it to the year starting off with two asshole gangbangers beating a Giants fan into a coma, an act of such stupidity and assholishness that I can’t even begin to address it here, but that was maybe the worst thing we’ve ever seen at Dodger Stadium and then compound that with the McCourts divorce and how their finances have become such a disaster that Major League Baseball has decided that they must wrest control of the ball team from the owners themselves . . . and yet with all of that, somehow that still doesn’t explain it.
It’s hard to explain, it’s hard to fathom, but it’s so sad to see a team that used to draw three million doesn’t even announce the attendance any more.
Oh dear God, someone please resurrect my beloved Dodgers.
Thanks for the props on 100 posts, that means a lot to me! Sorry for the harrowing phone call. You’re a good friend, Billy. For you to care about me as a friend and for me to test you and put you through that is unfair, but I can only tell you that I can only handle sobriety and sanity for so long before I get this itching feeling that I want to unshackle myself from the straight and narrow and play some more games on the slippery slope to madness. It’s something I enjoy. It’s been that way since I realized that all my favorite movie characters were the lovable losers, since I realized that all my favorite musicians and artists were the ones that committed suicide in one way or another, Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Jaco Pastorius, Ian Curtis, even a guy as stoic and manly as Ernest Hemingway, not a guy to sit his ass on the pity pot, that guy put a shotgun in his mouth and pulled the trigger. And I love that about him because he chose the time and place of his own death. And I know you have issues with your dad, and I want to kiss you and hold you in the most non-homosexual way but just tell you I’m sorry for the nightmares that you had over that, but your buddy Mike, there is no fucking way that old age is going to get me, my friend, I am going to do some shit, and then get some more shit done, and then I will chose the time and place of my death as well.