Sellout. Generally we think of big stadiums and large crowds of people, but I am talking about the New York Yankees.
I am realizing just how much I hate the Yankees. As I watched the grounder to Robinson Cano with two outs in the 9th, my heart sank. I was crushed. Derek Jeter is fine. The rest are sellouts. I hate the Yankees because of what they stand for.
They win because they have more money than everyone else. take a look at the payrolls. The Yankees in 2009, as the country is entering a recession signs three players combining for a total of $420+ million. Take the Florida Marlins for example. They finished second in their division behind Philadelphia with a TEAM payroll of $36.8 million. Oh, and did I mention the $1 billion new stadium that Steinbrenner conned the people into paying for?
Anyone heard of the 1919 Black Sox scandal when the White Sox threw the Series for money. This is the exact opposite. Baseball is America's past time, and when teams are literally able to buy their way to a World Series Championship, it is sickening.
I want to mention the three largest sellouts in the history of baseball right now, CC Sabathia (SP NYY), AJ Burnett (SP NYY), and my least favorite of all Mark Teixeira (1B NYY). Oh, along with A-Roid.
Feel free to send nasty comments, hate mail, whatever you would like. I am just saying that they New York Yankees are sell outs. The only reason they win is because they have the most money.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Fall
I have been sleeping outside lately, actually, for the past month, and really enjoying nature. As I have let my mind wander in the vastness of the world, I have recalled the sunsets and sunrises over the ocean at the beach. I have thought about looking out over ledges in the mountains while listening to a waterfall in the distance, fog rolling in and covering a lake secluded by mountains. I have looked out into the night sky, watching little pieces of debris cause shooting stars.
In all of this, I see beauty. I see God in a new light. I see the beautiful God who created each and every one of us. As I stare off in amazement, I cannot help but to think about this beauty. I wonder what is this beauty, and why does it create such a stir within me?
Beauty is such an amazing word that I do not think many people really comprehend, including myself. As I have thought over the last month, I have come to realize that beauty is beautiful because we cannot grasp it - it's unknown. And in that unknown, beauty makes it self present.
See, when I stare into the sky at night, I don't know what to think. I don't know how many stars are out there. I simply cannot comprehend the little lights glimmering in front of me. I just know that it is beautiful.
When I stand in the mountains looking at the changing leaves, listening to a waterfall in the distance, I know where I am, but what about the trees? Where did they come from? How long have they been there? Why do the leaves change? In all of this, I see beauty. Not just because I can see it, but because there is something inside me that wants to know it more.
"Where did the fog come from? How long has this lake been here? What lives in there?" I wonder as I stand on a dam. Beauty. I see these beautiful images and come so close to understanding, but I don't have the capacity to understand.
As I wake up to red, orange, and yellow skies, I cannot help but to think, what lies beyond the horizon? What makes these colors? What does today hold in store for me? Once again, beautiful. Yet, I cannot grasp this idea of beauty.
When I look at the cross, I see something ugly. Something I would never want to see again. Yet it is beautiful? It is beautiful because we cannot comprehend why He would do such a thing.
But one of the most beautiful sights I have seen is not a sunrise or mountain scene, a starry sky or fog over a lake. It is a group of people who typically meet on Sunday mornings. These people have tasted this beauty and understand it in different ways. Ways that I do not always understand. These people have potential - an unknown amount of potential.
Just as each star flickers differently, no sunset is the same, no lake is ever covered by the same fog, and the leaves express themselves with different colors, they are different, each having their own ways.
Be beautiful. Let people see you, but make them wonder what is different about you.
In all of this, I see beauty. I see God in a new light. I see the beautiful God who created each and every one of us. As I stare off in amazement, I cannot help but to think about this beauty. I wonder what is this beauty, and why does it create such a stir within me?
Beauty is such an amazing word that I do not think many people really comprehend, including myself. As I have thought over the last month, I have come to realize that beauty is beautiful because we cannot grasp it - it's unknown. And in that unknown, beauty makes it self present.
See, when I stare into the sky at night, I don't know what to think. I don't know how many stars are out there. I simply cannot comprehend the little lights glimmering in front of me. I just know that it is beautiful.
When I stand in the mountains looking at the changing leaves, listening to a waterfall in the distance, I know where I am, but what about the trees? Where did they come from? How long have they been there? Why do the leaves change? In all of this, I see beauty. Not just because I can see it, but because there is something inside me that wants to know it more.
"Where did the fog come from? How long has this lake been here? What lives in there?" I wonder as I stand on a dam. Beauty. I see these beautiful images and come so close to understanding, but I don't have the capacity to understand.
As I wake up to red, orange, and yellow skies, I cannot help but to think, what lies beyond the horizon? What makes these colors? What does today hold in store for me? Once again, beautiful. Yet, I cannot grasp this idea of beauty.
When I look at the cross, I see something ugly. Something I would never want to see again. Yet it is beautiful? It is beautiful because we cannot comprehend why He would do such a thing.
But one of the most beautiful sights I have seen is not a sunrise or mountain scene, a starry sky or fog over a lake. It is a group of people who typically meet on Sunday mornings. These people have tasted this beauty and understand it in different ways. Ways that I do not always understand. These people have potential - an unknown amount of potential.
Just as each star flickers differently, no sunset is the same, no lake is ever covered by the same fog, and the leaves express themselves with different colors, they are different, each having their own ways.
Be beautiful. Let people see you, but make them wonder what is different about you.
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