Archive for the ‘Thoughts & Humor’ Category
July 16th, 2010 | 
Author: I was telling a few people the other day about this photo, which is my favorite of all time. No, it’s not my favorite in a grinning, happy kind of way, but just in that it is an incredibly interesting photo, one that thankfully allowed us to see an amazing act of conviction.
Not much to say.
There’s something to be said for being who you are, no matter what. Not many people can stay true to themselves when faced with social situations into which they surely do not fit. Compromise on something else.
My team, for example, contains guys with a crazy assortment of backgrounds. Vegas, Brooklyn, Baltimore, Chicago, Cincinnati, everywhere in Texas, California, you name it, we have a guy from there. All that diversity means that there are big differences in the way we dress, talk, and act when we go out on the town. Read the rest of this entry »
*Note: I’m reposting this at the request of a teammate. This is an extremely random elaboration on an inside joke between my friends and I. Read at your own peril.*
I believe in very few things that cannot be measured, sensed, or otherwise seen empirically. Yet, I want to share with you all a little known secret about why carnivores have, and will continue to rule this world: when a person eats an entire animal in one sitting, he consumes the soul as well – thus strengthening him in ways beyond the physical. Read the rest of this entry »
Do you remember the Terry Tate: Office Linebacker commericals, in which Terry Tate would lay out a co-worker and then let out an emphatic, WOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! in triumph?
A friend of mine had a client a while back who was just as big, and screamed WOO! just as loud during their sessions-except he did it between sets in the middle of a quiet room while having a conversation with himself. Read the rest of this entry »
The following is a list of things that will drain your bank account faster than a nagging wife drains a husband’s soul. Read the rest of this entry »
I have to say it’s been a great run, but today is going to be my last blog post ever. You see, I have found another calling in this life, and I won’t be able to devote the time to this endeavor anymore. As I leave, I want to say thanks to all of you who have been reading and sharing my knowledge among the training and baseball community. Read the rest of this entry »
[Thursday, 5:30 pm]
“So when are you leaving?”
“Friday at 3 o’clock in the morning.”
“Oh. So you’re leaving tonight!?”
“Well, uh, I guess. Friday morning I fly out.”
I had this exact conversation with at least 4 people. I claimed that I was departing in the morning, and they were certain that I would be leaving later that night. So all morning I have been wondering,
When does night end and morning begin? Read the rest of this entry »
I’m excited that THIS is the 100th post on Danblewett.com. It’s a milestone that I’m pleased to report, mostly because I wouldn’t have written this much had not my readership continued to grow, and the feedback continued to be good. Not to say that I’m driven solely on the approval others, but it’s nice to know that people are getting something out of my musings here in cyberspace. After all, I’m in this position largely because of how much stuff I have tried, and how much failure I have experienced. Good thing is that it’s all become something useful to others, which is all you can ask for in one’s failures and tribulations.
So, as I pondered what to write for the big 100, I wondered how many of you out there know anything about me on a personal level. I don’t write this blog as a tribute to myself, but rather just as a training resource, using applicable experiences that I might have as helpful examples. I also wondered if anyone out there cares (the answer is probably no). Yet, I’m gonna force feed you a little taste of what it’s like to be this internet magnate that I am, as seen through an interview with me. Now’s your chance to learn the answers to questions about me that you neither asked nor care about. Enjoy!
*Editor’s Note: After re-reading this, I’m convinced that this is my finest post to date among posts that have no value to my readers*
Guess what? Sports are political, especially pro sports. Thing is, not everyone grasps this concept, and this conversation seems to be had by disgruntled players every other week. Guess what? I hate this conversation. If you wanna talk about politics, go cry to someone else. I’ll be in the weight room, or outside running sprints, or out long-tossing. Keep talking about how other guys get chances you won’t get; I’ll be out making my own path to the finish line.
Sure, we would all love to be that guy who hits .220 in college and gets 3 years to live the dream in the minors because our dad is the lawyer for the Yankees. But you know what? That guy knows deep down that he didn’t earn it, and no matter how many chicks he gets under the pretense that he is a “pro,” deep down he knows his own athletic impotence. I’ll know deep down that anything I obtained was earned.
Don’t get me wrong, I understand that it hurts that you’re an “honest” one, out there doing your best just to get beaten out of a spot by some guy who knows more influential people than you do. Thing is, though, you don’t deserve it more than a lot of people, you know, people who work harder than you. You just got lucky by having a good arm, or a good bat, one that you maybe didn’t deserve any more than the promotion that other guy got.
So let’s all stop crying. I don’t cry about how I’m 5’11, right-handed, 24 years old and missed my last season because of surgery. I don’t give a shit that I’m gonna get passed up by guys who won’t be as good, but who received more money than I, or who were granted a favor by an executive. It’s gonna happen, I know it, but I can’t control it. I control ME. That’s it, and I make sure I’ve got everything in order. Even then, whenever I start feeling entitled to something, I check myself, because I am naturally gifted compared to a lot of average joes and I’m pretty sure I didn’t earn my genetics.
You know who has this conversation the most? The guys who work the least. The guys who don’t do anything for the first 5 months of the offseason then jump on the bench press with a month to go. These are also the guys who will quit and blame their loss of passion for the game on the politics. But the guys who put their heads down, take care of themselves and just WORK, they understand that they’re leaving it all out on the field or the weight room every day. Sure, they care that they get passed over, but hard work is honorable, and you just can’t hold people down who refuse the life of mediocrity, refuse to blame the world for their failures, and refuse to quit when faced with adversity.
Yesterday as I was driving to work, I saw a silver hatchback something, maybe a Chrysler or a Dodge, with a huge JESUS scripted on the side in maroon and navy lettering. There was also a cross after his name, just to make sure you knew it was that Jesus. Hmmmm. That’s interesting, I thought. So I took my eyes off the road and decided to inspect the driver of this conspicuous vehicle. What I found was a white male with a thin face and dirty appearance, sporting a long beard that took at least a year to grow. It WAS Jesus!
As I laughed at what I had just seen, it dawned on me: If I was Jesus, the son of God reincarnate, back to hang with the people of the 21st century, I would do exactly what he was doing: blatantly advertising myself in plain sight.
Why would I do this? For the irony and self-amusement, of course. Religious folk love to throw out the “What if that poor beggar you just denied is Jesus” to illustrate how we should all treat others well, because we never know who might be watching or judging us. They all assume that If Jesus was to come back among us, he would be dressed quite lowly, blending in among the vermin, and not at all like the “king of kings.”
This picture absolutely cracks me up!
But yet, If Jesus came back with a silver hatchback to drive with his corporate logo on the side, sporting full beard and era-appropriate threads, no one would actually believe it was him. If he had a sense of humor he would certainly get a good laugh at it as well, because nothing he could ever say or do would convince sane people that the Jesus would run around in a silver car with his name on it and shake hands while sporting a 6 inch beard and desert-wear.
So yes, If I was Jesus, back to spread my word to mankind, I would do it like this guy in the silver hatchback. I’d throw out the all the stops, shake your hand, look you in the eye, and hand you my informational pamphlet. Then I’d get back in my sporty ride, and chuckle to myself at how much fun this all was, as I looked for another soul to save.