How Do We Make It Stop?

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A couple of days ago, bombs were detonated at the finish line of the Boston Marathon, killing 3 and injuring over 180 others. There have been many questions asked about this and other domestic attacks on innocent people. The masses want to know who, what, when, where & why. In this, the day & age of information and easy access, everyone demands to know…HOW can this happen?

The easy answer is…no one knows. Obviously there are psychological issues going on here. Despite whatever reason the killer or bomber give, there are ALWAYS psychological issues. In THEIR minds, they have a cause. But think about it…how easy is it to have a thought so psychologically disturbing that you immediately push it to the dark recesses of your mind, hoping to never think that thought again? And the thought you had? You’re not the only person thinking it. You just happen to know how to deal with it. But there are some people out there who watch a movie, or see a television show, or who have internet access who have seen things that are so disturbing, so provocative and then they are abused or molested or mistreated in some form and so…they have a thought. It starts as a seed but then it grows and before you know it, a young man is walking into an elementary school with enough gun power to start a small war or bombs are planted inside a building housing hundreds of normal, everyday people who are simply going to work. And this doesn’t just happen in America. This happens everywhere. The idea of TERRORISM is to scare us, to make us uneasy, to disrupt our lives, making it difficult for us to even want to leave our homes.

I can’t even begin to imagine what a family who has suffered through the loss of one of their children must be dealing with. I can’t begin to imagine what a community must go through to pick up the pieces of a mass killing at a local movie theater. I can’t begin to wonder how a community can put on its shoes and begin shifting through the rubble of a destroyed building, finding cell phones and filing cabinets and body parts scattered all over the street. These things I pray I will never have to endure. But people do and then they are hurt and angry and confused. But then you know what happens? Life goes on. And even though the memory of the deceased NEVER go away, we have no choice but to move forward.

But we want to know…why? Why would someone do such a horrible thing? So we wait while hundreds put the pieces together and find whoever caused such despair and then we want action. We want that person brought to justice. We want something to happen to make the pain stop but it doesn’t. Even after the criminal is caught or kills himself or gives himself up, the pain never really goes away. But we NEED to know WHY?

Here’s a thought…we will NEVER truly know why. Here’s another thought…we don’t really WANT to know WHY. Because to truly understand WHY would mean we could be that dark also. The horrific thoughts that our brain has the capability to process and then hide away would be brought to light and we don’t REALLY want that. It’s not who we are. We may have terrible thoughts but we would never act on them. But there are some who just can’t push those thoughts aside. There are some who are willing to build a bomb in their basement, willing to load automatic weapons, fly planes into buildings, send drones into helpless communities, push a big red button. There are those who do not care one way or another how their actions affect the lives of others. They don’t care about the children the kill. They don’t care about the lives they affect. They don’t care about the repercussions of their actions. In MY opinion, all they want are attention. And so…with that…I give you MY solution to all of this. How do we make it stop?

Stop the presses.

Stop the media coverage.

Stop pasting the faces of the killers all over the newspapers and television shows and the internet.

When the asshole (or assholes) who detonated the bombs in Boston are captured, give them their trial. Once they are tried and found guilty, I say we throw them in a prison, lock the door and throw away the key. Literally drop the key into a grate and forget they’re there. No food, no windows, no contact with the outside world. And that would be that. Is it barbaric? I don’t know…no more barbaric than what they have done. No more barbaric than electrocuting them or injecting their bodies with a drug that will allow them to die peacefully. And it wouldn’t cost us anything. And once they’ve passed, burn their bodies and that would be that. But here’s the catch…the only ones that are allowed to see the face or faces of the people who did this are the ones whose lives have been turned upside down. Only the families of Martin Richard, the 8-year old who was killed in the Boston bombing, and the other 2 families of the deceased should be allowed to see the killer’s face. As a public forum, I believe all we need to know is that the killer has been brought to justice and then leave it be. Because, by pasting the picture of the Adam Lanza’s of the world all over every media outlet in the world, we are enabling other idiots who have similar thoughts.

Want to be famous? Make a statement? Teach others how TERRIBLE you can be? Kill others and become famous. Your face will forever be remembered by millions and then you will live forever!

Think I’m wrong? I can guarantee you this thought is one that EVERY mass murderer has had. It’s in our DNA to WANT to be accepted. We WANT to be famous. Just turn on your tv and you see it everywhere! Everyone wants their 15 minutes of fame! Whether it’s getting hit in the face with a pie, singing karaoke on one of the gazillion musical tryouts posing as entertainment or even scoring your own 23 minute show by being a redneck, we ALL want to be famous! So…what better way to get attention quickly than by killing the innocent?

Obviously there are more psychological issues to it than that but at the root of it, I believe the need to be important drives ALL of these mass killings. Whether it’s al Qaeda, Jimmy Hoffa, or Timothy McVeigh, it’s all about attention.

I say we don’t give it to them.

Turn off the televisions. Stop posting the pictures. Once they’ve been tried, throw them in a dark room and call it a day. If anything, this will serve as a warning to anyone else having the thought of killing someone that it doesn’t matter what you do or how many you kill, you will NOT be immortalized. Whoever set off the bombs in downtown Boston should never be seen again. Once the FBI and the CIA and the local police departments corner the coward who decided it was a good idea to do such a horrific thing, they should be tried and then, upon the vote of a jury, if found guilty, they should be left to rot without a roar but with a whimper.

Will this stop it from happening again? I don’t know. But it might cause someone who has a horrible idea to pause and consider their actions. You WON’T be famous. You WON’T be immortalized. You WILL disappear without a trace. And we, as a society, as a community, as a united body, will move forward. We will deal with the grief and the pain. We will deal with the anger and the confusion. But we will move forward and eventually, we will forget you and remember only those that died because of you.

It’s maybe not a perfect plan, I admit…but it’s better than what we’re doing at this point. Well…at least it is in my opinion. And that and a nickel will get you very little these days…

ADDITIONAL THOUGHT: After taking a few moments to consider this post, I had another thought. Maybe, instead of posting pictures of the killers, we post photos of those that were killed in their wake. In this way, we will always remember those innocents who were killed in senseless acts of terror. To honor this idea, here are a few of those that I wish to remember on this day…

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MAY THEY NEVER BE FORGOTTEN

The Explicit Version

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I post a lot of things on here that involve my kids. Obviously, right now, they are the most important things going on in my life and to be perfectly honest…trying to raise kids these days is becoming more & more difficult. Take for example…today. My son texts me that he accidentally downloaded an explicit version of a song by rapper Lil Wayne. For those of you who don’t know who Lil Wayne is, let me give you an example of his lyrics…

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Ok…on SECOND thought…I don’t think I CAN post any of his lyrics because quite frankly…they’re all pretty crude and I don’t want to even bother trying to edit this stuff down.

So let’s just say that Lil Wayne has some pretty x-rated lyrics that are NOT for kids. So Christopher owns up to the fact that he has downloaded an explicit song and on THAT level, I’m proud of him. So I go and listen to this song and it is EXTREMELY vulgar and NOT for kids Christopher’s age. Now I have THIS to deal with: I KNOW my son listens to this stuff and despite the fact that I hate that he’s heard it, there’s no taking it back now.

This situation is not unique to just my kids. I’ve ready articles on how parents have tried to lock up their internet and police all media and put passwords on everything and use a deadbolt on their bedroom doors and I have to wonder…where do I draw the line? He’s 10 and he has friends who have older brothers and sisters and I’m pretty sure THEY’VE listened to it and that’s how all this stuff gets circulated and so here we are.

I get why Christopher likes rap music. Rap music is “cool.” Personally, I think most of it is crap but I imagine my parents thought the same of my music when I was younger (and probably still do, for that matter). I can’t fault him for liking something I don’t. Part of the great thing about music is that it’s anti-establishment. I used to be a big fan of Eminem…until I grew up and got tired of hearing how he would *bleep* the *bleep* until the *bleep*-ing *bleep* got *bleeped*. I fed my rock palate on Nirvana and Marilyn Manson and the KINGS of double entendre, AC/DC. They’re just words. But when you’re 10…ARE they just words?

There’s a reason why there’s a sticker on the CD case at Best Buy. But when ITunes sticks Lil Wayne’s latest album on the top of their “New Releases” list and Christopher’s friends are all listening to it, what am I gonna do about it? One of the cool things about ITunes is that you can sample the songs before you buy them. But when the songs are by Lil Wayne and are beyond vulgar, how am I supposed to control that? Some will say he shouldn’t even HAVE access to it. But is that simply hiding him from the reality that some media IS obscene? Obviously I don’t want him listening to it but I remember when Nazareth was singing about “messing with a son of a bitch” when I was a kid and I thought that was the most insane thing I had ever heard! So now MY kid is listening to a guy who came from the rough side of Atlanta rapping about sex and violence and things he probably won’t understand for another couple years and I don’t know how to stop it. It’s already out there…so what do I do?

For the interim, I politely asked Christopher to delete it from his ITouch. I then offered to buy him the edited version if he really wanted it. I can’t help that he’s already heard the words that are in it. I imagine he’s already heard most of the words anyway. It’s the way that Lil Wayne uses the words that worries me. If anything, I don’t want my kid growing up thinking it’s okay to use certain words that he uses in his songs. It’s derogatory and disrespectful. Christopher and I have had “The Talk” about using cuss words. He knows where I stand on that issue. However I don’t know if MY thoughts on certain cuss words ever went beyond cussing with his buddies, saying the occasional “S” word or using profanity when he gets hurt on the football field. The level of cussing used in most rap today is WAY beyond MY version of using profanity.

So I am a bad parent who allows my kids access to ITunes. I also allow them access to NetFlix (which puts adult titles right next to kids titles) and they know the password on our television if they really wanted to watch my recorded episodes of “The Walking Dead.” My kids (and most kids these days) are really smart like that. They figure it out and can get around it. Luckily, I have a kid who knows when he’s gone over the line with certain things and he can talk to me or his mother about it. I don’t like what my kids have already heard or seen in this day of media overload, but I don’t know how to stop it. I guess the best I can do is hope that we have raised them correctly to this point and allow them to decide if what they are seeing or hearing is too much. I hope Steph & I have done right by them. Because obviously Lil Wayne doesn’t give a shi…er…crap.

Behind The Scenes Of A Postseason Run

It was a long season that paid off for the Red Legs as they won their division and are now heading into the postseason. I only worked 79 games…but it FELT like 162. And it’s always sad when a season ends…especially after the season that we’ve had! Here is a behind-the-scenes look at Great American Ball Park and the motley crew of people that I get to hang with most of my summer…



Beautiful day at the ball park!


Our truck. Exciting stuff…huh?


Before the gates open


Early lineups…before Dusty changes them…again.


Media Row

And now…some of my cohorts in crime…


The Director: Uncle Roy


The Tape AD: Siggy


The On-Air Guy: Pic

The Opponent: Houston’s Wave
(I told him I was gonna put him in here. He actually READS my blog! Gotta give the man credit…)

The Coord: SuperFan
(Seriously…she really IS a Reds fanatic!)


The BFF: Janice


The Statistician: Daddy Wags (In Memory Of…)
(A great man who, I’m sure,  is watching the Reds postseason run from heaven and lovin’ every second of it!)


These guys make the call…and then they signed my ball. Marty Brennaman, Thom Brennaman and Jeff “The Cowboy” Brantley. Class acts all the way!

So there are no pictures of players or anything on here. Due to certain privacy policies, I’m really not supposed to take pictures or ask for autographs…and I’m cool with that. This year’s group of players all are very cool and I can say that throughout the season I had limited conversations with Paul Janish, Orlando Cabrera, Jordan Smith, Mike Leake and a few others and they all seem very personable and easy-going. Hope they can make it all the way! That would be really cool…but from here on out, I’ll be watching on my television at home.

Good luck Red Legs! And thanks for a great season!!! Win this one for Wags!!!

What The Heck…Rick Pitino?

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We all know the hot water Rick Pitino has gotten himself in. He had sex at a bar (eeew?) with a woman who probably approached him while he was drinking and they found themselves doing the deed and now the deed has been done and then she got pregnant and asked him to help out with the abortion so he gave her 3 grand and that was supposed to cover up the whole deal but it didn’t and she cried “rape” but it wasn’t and now Pitino finds himself trying to smooth over the whole situation with his wife and family (5 kids? Seriously Rick?) and the media. It’s a story not necessarily new to the rich & famous. It’s called “golddigging” and it happens quite often, I’m pretty sure. Women are attracted to rich & famous guys. They give it up to rich & famous guys to SAY they gave it up to a rich & famous guy. And rich & famous guys take the bait…hook, line & sinker.

Eventually common sense gives way to drunken stupid guy-ness and a celebrity gets into a mess like this. It’s dumb. And in the case of Rick Pitino, not the smartest thing to do in one of the more religious parts of the country. Seriously…in Kentucky…there’s a church on every corner, on every dirt road, in every tiny town in appalachia. You just don’t go hoein’ around and get caught without people breaking out the pitchforks and wanting some kind of retribution. So Pitino stuck his tail between his legs and proceeded to announce that he HAD made a mistake but the allegations that he had raped this woman were absolutely false. And so that makes it better. Right?

And then he had a press conference yesterday where he said this…and I quote…

“Enough’s enough…everybody is tired of it. We need to get on with the important things in life like the economy and really crucial things in life like basketball.”

This is a direct quote taken from the Cincinnati Enquirer today.

Um…yeah. I don’t know who he thinks he’s fooling. I realize HE’S probably tired of hearing about it. It was HIS mistake. So for the media and the people of Kentucky to just up and forget about it? It’s not gonna happen. You were stupid and you are a very public figure. You’ve lived in the spotlight in this state for years and you have deserved it. You are an iconic figure in the history of 2 prolific basketball schools and you have done great things with each program. So you screw around with that (no pun intended), then you just expect people to NOT want to know about it? Don’t be an idiot.

And then you say we need to get on with MORE important things…like the economy…and BASKETBALL? Just an FYI to you, Mr. Pitino…basketball is NOT crucial in life. Basketball is a sport. It is played or enjoyed by fans only for entertainment purposes. To lump basketball (or any sport) into the “crucial” things in life is misguided and stupid. Or maybe you’ve overestimated what your purpose really is. Your purpose, celebrity or not, is to coach young men and to help guide them in a path that leads them on to be better people. Whether they go on to play professional basketball or own their own business or collecting trays at the local McDonalds, they need to have someone to look up to who is a strong person. Someone who is a father figure at a crucial time in their lives. I imagine when you pitch to parents to lure their kid to your college to play basketball THAT is in your sales pitch. That you can be the father away from their home.

Well…you’re not MY father. And I don’t look up to you in any way. You are a basketball coach who screwed up. The only people you truly need to answer to is your wife, your kids, and the young men on your basketball team who thought you were above this mess. Anyone can make a mistake. You did and you are paying for it. But to make statements like the one above is brash and arrogant. You’re a public figure. We are the public. We love you when you’re winning. We criticize when you’re losing. And when you make stupid comments like this one…well…we think you’re a putz. Suck it up and deal with it.

Now…I gotta go and start looking at my fantasy basketball team for this year. Apparently it’s CRUCIAL that I concern myself with these things…

Super Bowl XLIII

It’s been a quiet week here in Tampa. We’ve had good weather except for Thursday, when it rained the entire day. But I’ll take the one day of crap weather over the ice/snow shitstorm that hit the northeast over this past week. Here are some pictures of what MY week has been like. Very exciting stuff here. You are gonna be SO jealous!

 super-bowl-2009-007The truck I’ve been sitting in for a week

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My corner

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Ryan…the guy who tells me what to type

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The lunch line

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On the phone, talking to my wife & kids

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Taking pictures at the stadium

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Aaaaand…my hotel room. And that’s pretty much it. Exciting, huh?

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But make no mistake…there ARE lovely ladies here…

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Me and the graphics crew of the NFL Network