Quote #7

May 21, 2008

So, I talk to more and more people, and they see Barack Obama as an unstoppable juggernaut. All the other election results confirm this result as the Republicans are suffering through an unpopular war and a bad economy. It certainly looks like it will be a shoo-in for Obama, but I have reservations.

Here’s your next quote from “Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail ‘72″ by Hunter S. Thompson. Page 374-375.

But Hart has been talking like that since last Christmas: relentless optimism. There was never any doubt in his mind – at least not in any conversation with me – that McGovern was going to win the Democratic nomination, and then the presidency. One of his central beliefs for the past two years has been that winning the Democratic nomination would be much harder than beating Nixon.

He explained it to me one night in Nebraska, sitting in the bar of the Omaha Hilton on the day before the primary: Nixon was a very vulnerable incumbent, he’d failed to end the war, he’d botched the economy, he was a terrible campaigner, he would crack under pressure, nobody trusted him, etc….

So ANY Democratic candidate could beat Nixon, and all the candidates knew it. That’s why they’d been fighting like wolverines for the nomination – especially Humphrey, who was a far more effective campaigner than Nixon, and who had just inherited enough of the “regular” old-line party machinery, money, and connections from the Muskie campaign to make McGovern go into California and take on what amounted to the entire Old Guard of the Democratic Party…California was the key to both the nomination and the White House; a victory on the coast would make all the rest seem easy.

Hart and I agreed on all this, at the time. Nixon was obviously vulnerable, and he was such a rotten campaigner that, four years ago, Humphrey – even without the Youth Vote or the activist Left – had gained something like fifteen points on Nixon in seven weeks, and only lost by an eyelash. So this time around, with even a third of the 25 million potential new voters added to Hubert’s ’68 power base, anybody who could win the Democratic nomination was almost a cinch to win the presidency.

Substitute Clintocrats for old-line party machinery, and it is not far off from today. Of course, that machinery got Hillary Clinton a win in California this time, so it isn’t a perfect analogy. But, McCain doesn’t have the baggage of the incumbent either.


Vienna, Austria

May 19, 2008

Another fantastic Joe Posnanski blog entry. It immediately reminded me of my trip to Vienna, Austria. I was outside the entrance to a museum. The sky was one of the prettiest shades of blue I can ever remember seeing. I walked up to a street vendor and I ordered a bratwurtst. It had to have been the best bratwurst I had ever eaten as the sun shined down on me and my park bench. If I close my eyes, I can still feel that sun. Unfortunately, the taste of that brat escapes me.

I just went back and read my journal entry from that trip. Man, was I verbose. The bratwurst still sounds tasty, but not nearly as much as I remember it now. Instead, the entry focused on a Van Gogh exhibit and a student protest. (As a side note – I was traveling on $30 a day – which included money for food, lodging and entertainment in each city. I had my Eurail pass and my two legs which provided all the transportation I needed.) So, here are excerpts from that journal entry…

March 28, 1996 7:10 pm
What a fantastic day. First off, the sun shone all day and there was not a cloud in the sky. That kind of weather definitely perks one up after the rain in Italy. Plus, no scooters. Those have to be the most annoying inventions known to man….I started to walk around the city center when I saw all these signs for a Van Gogh exhibit. Well, I couldn’t find the location on my free map, so I put it out of my head and began to just wander. Well, my wanderings took me to a street that I recognized from the Van Gogh ads. I looked to my left and there it was. I walked down to it, when all of the sudden out of nowhere came a girl with blonde hair, blue eyes and freckles that started to speak to me in German. I shook my head to say I didn’t understand, when she then said in English that she had an extra ticket to the museum and I could have it. I barely was able to thank her, I was struck so speechless. I just watched her turn and go with her mother… I’ll never know this kind benefactor’s name… I went to this Van Gogh exhibit which would have cost me $6 if not for mystery girl…I was just about to go home when I came across some marchers for the second time today. Noticing a hammer and sickle on one of the banners, I thought maybe the idea of communism was making a comeback. I stopped a girl along the way to ask what was up. Apparently it was a student group (thousands strong) who had been on strike from school since the beginning of March on protest over a proposed government bill (named sparpaket) to cut funding for students and salaries for professors. Her name was Andrea and she asked me if I wanted to join the parade. I said sure.

Yes, the bratwurst still survives in my memory the best. Remind me to tell you of the cannoli in Boston sometime…

Autograph #2 – Tito Landrum

May 19, 2008

So, on the topic of autographs, here is a ball that my dad gave me that was signed by Tito Landrum. I’m not too sure how he got it, or why, but he gave it to me. I was a baseball fan at the time, but not nearly as much as I was to become later in life. I remember thinking “cool” and then setting it on a dresser or table in my room. I had no clue who Tito was, but it was kind of neat.

Well, one day, a friend and I were wanting to play catch. We both had our gloves, but no ball. I went to my room and found that ball, and thought, well as long as we don’t drop it, it should work fine. Well, as a couple of pubescent boys, we were perfect examples of the lack of coordination that comes at that time in your life and the brand new ball with an autograph suffered immediately from grass stains and scuffs as it found the ground more than a few times.

We were still playing catch in the front yard when my dad got home from work. He wondered what ball we were using. I knew I didn’t do something right as I told him it was the autographed ball. He shook his head, and I think he was disappointed in us using the ball, but not so much as he understood the need to play catch.

I’m just glad it wasn’t an Ozzie Smith, Bruce Sutter or Lou Brock ball. But, even at that age, I doubt I would have been that foolish. Then again, sometimes you just need a game of catch.

Missouri Tiger Basketball Program

May 12, 2008

Ah, Missouri basketball’s golden years. Well, maybe not the year 1990, as the Tigers lost to Northern Iowa in the first round of the tournament, but at least they were making the tournament. (This was also the first time, and not the last, where I chose the Tigers to win it all in my tourney bracket. I now have learned to try not to pick with my heart, but even in 2008, it led me to pick against the Jayhawks in the round of 16.)

I would occasionally buy a program at a sporting event. I’m not sure why – it makes sense when it is the first visit to a stadium or a big event, but this was a game against Iowa State. In February. In the middle of Big Eight conference action. I’m not seeing anything that screams, “special”. (Maybe I just liked how Doug Smith, Nathan Buntin, Lee Coward and Anthony Peeler sported sweaters.) Anyway, I decided to keep score. Which was fortuitous as during the game, it was announced that Bob Costas was in attendance.

I remember the excitement that flooded through me. Costas, who along with Letterman and Carson formed a triumvirate of late night excellence. To a night owl they were the father, the son and the sporting spirit, each bringing a different set of grilling tools to the entertainment patio. As a journalism student though, as much as I loved the laughter of Carson and the snarkiness of Letterman (whose snark could only be topped by master Bill Murray), Costas was the one who held me in thrall. He loved sports. He broadcasted sports. He could also hold conversations on a seemingly endless range of topics with various entertainers. Which gives an idea of “seemingly endless” to a college freshman.

I could hardly wait for the game to end. As soon as the last horn blew, I hustled over to where Costas still sat in the lower level seats with my program in hand. I handed it to him proudly, open to where I had kept score, thinking, this will show him that I am a true fan. I asked for his autograph. He signed.

From that moment on, I realized how useless an autograph is. Here was the man who epitomized intelligence, success and the ultimate career – and here was his mark. It’s not that he wasn’t gracious or kind – it’s just that would be all he could ever give. (I love Joe Posnanski’s Costas story. That’s all I need to know he is a great dude.)

Maybe I’m dreaming and there are only four or five Costas fans in the whole world. Right above the number of Jared Leto fans and right below Frances McDormand. Still, even so, how much time would Costas be able to give them, or should give them, with his family, friends and himself that should come first.

Some might say that it is his job as being a public figure to devote that time to those that admire him. (I know Some and he is generally an ok guy, but he is way off here. However, if you’re ever in Tulsa, Oklahoma, look Some up and he’ll take you to a great barbecue place.) It’s still just a mark. It could be an “X” or say “Buck up camper” or list the key to great chili (“It’s the beans!”), but it’s still just something to look at on the printed page without any reference except a picture of the man behind it.

So, at that moment, I realized that watching and admiring people’s work is the reward in and of itself. Do I need a picture of Tom Wilkinson hugging me to prove I love “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind?” Do I need a piece of Luis Gonzalez’s gum to show I love baseball? Do I need to cut off a lock of a girl’s hair while she sleeps beside me to prove my eternal devotion? Well, maybe the last one, but you get the picture.

It’s not to say that I don’t like getting autographs. As a baseball card fan, when I pull an autographed card from a pack, a thrill shoots up my spine. (The best autographs that I have from baseball cards: Pat Burrell, Adrian Beltre and Mike Schmidt. That last one still excites me.) That comes from the surprise of opening a pack and finding a treasure. To ask for an autograph, it’s taking away the treasure of time.

Boxed fun

May 12, 2008

So, as part of being in my family, you pick up a genetic trait that you save everything. You collect. You keep things from thirty years ago, like rubber bands and twist-ties, because they might come in handy.

I took it to a new level, so that not only would piles of detritus accumulate on any flat surface in my apartments, but I wouldn’t want anyone to touch them, lest they disturb the “order”. I know I caught my family (ok, my trouble-making sister) twice as I re-entered a room and put things back after they had been moved/shuffled/examined.

Well, several years ago, I moved out of my parents house. But, I would stop back by after my travels and drop off loads of stuff in the name of “visiting”. Things I had acquired as I roamed different areas of the U.S. and abroad. Things that made it into my car and never back out again until I reached the friendly confines of Cape Girardeau, Missouri and that house on Oak Hills Drive.

Eight years ago, my parents moved from Missouri to Arizona. So, my room, the room where I first slept at the end of sixth grade, needed to go to Arizona. The room with stacks of memories, junk and several thousand baseball cards needed to be packed. Well, that’s what happened. Every shelf, every drawer and every wall found its way into a box, with no examination. If it was in the room, it went into a box.

Now, many years later, I look through those boxes as flights of fancy take me back to my youth. Sometimes it is a pair of shorts to wear to a reunion. Sometimes old D&D books. Sometimes comics or baseball cards as I wonder if anything is worth a dime. All those things are cool, but the surprises are what makes the whole endeavor interesting. The order of the boxes help me to remember how the room looked – from the books on a bookshelf to what I can only guess was a sweeping motion off the top of a side table. Moments of “Oh yeah, I forget out about that,” or “I had that?” or “Even I wouldn’t have saved that.” This will be the chronicle of those moments.

Quote #6

May 12, 2008

Ok, I think I’ve figured it out. It’s not about the game. It’s about the similarities to this year. It’s about thinking Obama is going to lose handily. It’s wondering why this pattern keeps repeating itself.

Here’s your quote from “Fear and Loathing: On the Campaign Trail ’72” by Hunter S. Thompson. Page 341.

“Okay,” I said finally, “the reason Nixon put Agnew and the Goldwater freaks in charge of the party this year is that he knows they can’t win in ’76 – but it was a good short-term trade; they have to stay with him this year, which will probably be worth a point or two in November – and that’s important to Nixon because he thinks it will be close: Fuck the polls. They always follow reality instead of predicting it…But the real reason he turned the party over to the Agnew/Goldwater wing is that he knows most of the old-line Democrats who just got stomped by McGovern for the nomination wouldn’t mind seeing George get taken out in ’72 if they know they can get back in the saddle if they’re willing to wait four years.”

When you use change as a talking point, you’ll attract the disillusioned youth. However, you’ll alienate those most likely to go vote in November. Especially when they don’t feel they get a voice in your campaign (read kickbacks).

Why the election game?

April 22, 2008

Why am I posting quotes from different years? What am I trying to say?

I truthfully don’t know yet. However, I figure it is one of three things:

1) Politicians have the same red button issues year after year.
2) The press keeps following the same story lines because they can’t think of anything new.
3) The public has the same problems year after year so there is no need for politicians to change their message.

The original game was to show how 1972 and 2008 were similar as both take place in the middle of unpopular wars with Democrats trying to win the presidency from Republicans. Now, I think it could be a larger pattern.