"To be or not to be, that is the question", Shakespeare once said. There are those of us who have a plan in life and stick to it.
I on the other hand was a happy go lucky kid who just followed the crowd and was always the dreamer.
I never had a plan. I talked big and bold, but when it came down to it, I did nothing.
"I'm gonna try out for the baseball team", or "I'm gonna try out for quarterback", I'd say to whoever would listen.
All talk no action. I'd always have a bullshit excuse why I didn't do it. "I don't have time", I'd say.
I was a dream chaser. After high school I put it in my mind I was going to be a PE teacher. "I'm going to be a PE major!"
"Oh really?", someone would say, "What sport did you play in high school?"
"None. I just really love sports."
"Oh, good luck with that."
I didn't know I'd have to take anatomy classes, chemistry, and other science classes. I just thought at the time I'd take PE classes and get my degree. I was too dumb to be a dumb jock. The dumb jocks were smarter than me!
I wasn't a jock though. I was a poser, a wanna be that never was.
I just didn't have a clue.
I can remember taking tennis and golf classes thinking one day I'd be a club pro or a PE teacher. I wasn't thinking of the thousands of other people who had the same goal but had the sports background.
I had a co-worker who's brother in law was a few years younger than me in school. He was going to UC San Diego for his PE degree (Kinesiology if you want to get technical). I was plodding along at JC while this guy was earning his BS, Masters, teaching credential and eventually a PhD in Kinesiology.
I remember feeling inferior to this guy I never knew, but with each passing year my co-worker would mention his progress. Must be nice to not worry about making a living like I had to. I would have loved to have just focus on school.
I knew my plan was a dream. I had a younger cousin who could rattle off the bones and muscles groups without looking at notes or a book. She had it memorized. That's when I knew there was no future in teaching for me. I was just talking the talk.
I was just struggling through my General Studies. What made me think I was gonna meld young minds someday when I couldn't meld my own?
So eventually I stopped focusing on PE as my major.
Then I focused on something else that was virtually impossible for me to accomplish. I had plans to be a scout, coach or manager in professional baseball.
Now, there were THOUSANDS of young men who played baseball who had the experience to get into professional baseball at some capacity. What made me think I could get involved with professional baseball? (Good Lord I was DUMB!)
I did volunteer coaching around Woodland, but the kids didn't respond to me. They had no interest in what I had to say. They asked me one question on the first day of practice and I answered honestly. With my honest answer, I lost all credibility.
"When did you play? How good were you? What position did you play?"
I answered I played one year of Little League, got cut from the Jr High team but caught on as a bullpen catcher and equipment manager for the team.
With that, I lost them. I lost them when I was running through signals and one kid asked what the indicator was.
I never heard of an indicator so I foolishly asked back, "What's an indicator?"
"You don't know what an indicator is? Are you serious? What kind of coach are you?"
Mind you, I was in my early twenties with very limited playing experience.
I may as well have quit right there.
It was the most humbling, humiliating experiences of my life. That's when I knew I had no future in coaching.
I would eventually give baseball coaching another try in 1994 at my old Jr high school. I didn't do much. Just sat around and soaked up what I could. It proved to be the eye opener I needed.
I embraced baseball so much at 17, 18, 19 years old, trying to make up for lost time. I should have embraced baseball at 7, 8 or 9 years old. I didn't have the experience of watching years of baseball situations to gather knowledge. I thought being a fan would get me involved in professional ball.
So I crossed baseball off my list and figured I would become that club pro I thought I would turn out to be.
I played recreational tennis and golf. I never played on a team. I was never around the golf course or country club. I didn't know how that worked.
My tennis instructor at Sacramento City was the club pro at Natomas Racquet Club. This guy was a major asshole. Very phony and full of himself. So were his assistants. Just trying to get his attention so I could talk to him about what I should do proved to be impossible.
I so foolishly thought I could crack into the world of tennis, I bought very expensive high end racquets that didn't improve my game. When I realized I was wasting my money, I tried to sell them to Play It Again Sports on Arden Way. I walk in and mention I want to sell these racquets (about $200 each back in 1995).
The guys behind the counter were in their late twenties. Very cocky and arrogant. I explain I switched brands and I didn't need the Wilson racquets and I play Prince racquets now.
They ask, "What difference is the brand you play? Are you a professional? How much do you want for these?"
I knew what they were doing. They were trying to lowball me by embarrassing me.
I mentioned what I paid for them and I was hoping for $75 or $100 each.
They smirked and said $12.50 for both.
Now I felt really stupid. I sheepishly took my racquets and walked back to my car.
I think I eventually gave them to a guy on the Sac City tennis team in exchange for tennis balls. I needed balls and couldn't afford to buy any after buying expensive racquets.
Now a days I rarely have time for tennis.
I think back to those days and laugh.
I tried too hard. I tried to be something I couldn't be due to lack of experience.
You couldn't tell me that when I was 19. I thought I knew everything.
Now I'm happy and comfortable in my own skin. I'm not a dreamer anymore. I'm a realist. Too bad I wasn't when I was younger.
Sunday, August 21, 2016
"To be or not to be, that is the question", Shakespeare once said. There are those of us who have a plan in life and stick to it.
Saturday, July 23, 2016
As some of you know I have a men's style blog. I write about my favorite types of clothing. At first I thought I was gonna be a big whale in a small ocean of men's style blogs. I quickly came to discover that I was a very small fish in a very large ocean.
I don't write on there as much as I used to. But I still have my eye on clothes.
As a sports fan, there's one thing that drives me nuts. It's when someone wears a jersey at a sporting event that doesn't match. For example, someone wearing a football jersey to a baseball game or vice versa. Wear the appropriate jersey to the appropriate sporting event! It's not that hard!
I used to wear jerseys out on public all the time. Not so much anymore when a female friend said a grown man shouldn't wear a jersey out in public unless he plays for the team.
I had a lot of football jerseys I'd wear without thinking twice about it when I was younger. My tastes changed so I stopped.
I know I made the right decision when last year someone was addressing the local news stations regarding a local crime wearing a San Diego Chargers jersey.
He looked ridiculous and it was hard to take him seriously.
Another faux pas is the person who "over gears" a team's gear. Essentially they look like a walking giftshop. I see it a lot with Raiders and Warriors fans. Head to toe in team colors. I can appreciate someone representing their team, but keep it simple!
Another faux pas that Raiders fans are guilty of is wearing your team gear during the off season. It's the off season! Take it off and give it a rest! (Giants fans do this too!)
I used to dress like I was part of a teams coaching staff with matching hat and shirt. Now I just limit it to one item of team gear. If I'm wearing a hat, then I wear a neutral shirt. Or if I'm wearing a team shirt then no hat. You get the picture.
Don't get me wrong, I love team gear as much as anyone. Just keep it simple! Make it work!
Friday, July 15, 2016
There's a lot of talk about lives that matter and the color of the life.
I'm getting tired if hearing about it. When did this racial divide suddenly happen?
It's worse than ever.
But who's getting overlooked in this?
We matter too, not just in life, but in sports too.
We have had a lot of "firsts" in regards to winning championships and minority hiring, but you never hear about it.
Who was the first Latino to be a head coach in the NFL? Anyone know the answer?
It's Tom Fears, who was named head coach of the then expansion New Orleans Saints back in 1967.
Anyone know who the first Latino to be inducted to the Pro Football Hall of Fame?
Any guesses? Tom Fears.
Let's move on to other sports.......
Who was the first minority to win a golf major? Anyone??
It was Lee Trevino, but the media would lead you to believe it was Tiger Woods.
One magazine said he was golf's "first champion of color". Wrong!
Who was the first to win a tennis Grand Slam event?
I know, you don't know, so I'll tell you. It was Pancho Gonzales. Back in the 40's!!
Who dominated women's golf in the early 2000's? It was just before the Korean influence. Got an answer?
Lorena Ochoa from Mexico.
Why don't we get recognized? Why don't we get our voices heard?
It's because we're a proud people who hold our heads up high with dignity and we keep quiet and keep persevering.
Friday, July 1, 2016
I know, I know. I haven't posted in awhile. Been very busy with two jobs, a TV show in Napa and auditioning for TV shows. (Still waiting to be cast on a show currently shooting in the area. Ring phone, ring!)
Today was a much needed Me Day. I had a nice sushi lunch, a drive through wine country, played nine holes of golf and now I'm writing this at Dillon Beach.
I've always liked the beach lifestyle. I was once a landlocked teenager trying to embrace the surfing lifestyle. (Tried again in my late twenties. Give it up already!)
As you read in my last post, I'm currently doing light bodybuilding. The mecca of bodybuilding was at Gold's Gym in Venice Beach. The very genesis of bodybuilding started in Santa Monica. Some say Santa Monica is the original Muscle Beach. Others say it's Venice Beach.
Regardless of where it started, someone wanted to have a beach bod.
In the past I've enjoyed a run on the beach. I mean a good long run. Today, I was tempted to, but I just ran 100 miles last month and I need a rest. Besides, I left my headphones at home! Can't run without them.
Next time I plan to bring some dumbbells and have a muscle beach day at Dillon Beach.
Someday I'll visit the original Muscle Beach, where ever that is.
Monday, June 6, 2016
Hello everyone! I know, I know, I haven't posted in a while. Things have been very busy for me lately. Two jobs, filmed a TV commercial and went to casting call for a Netflix show. (I'm in pursuit of that SAG card!)
But I haven't been to busy to workout and keep fit and trim. (Trimming is a work in progress.)
Recently a friend of mine had a health scare. I won't go into all the details, but it was a wake up call for me. Getting older means having to take better care of yourself.
My friend had to do an about face with his diet.
So I decided to change my diet and lifestyle habits. Out with fast food and late night imbibing. I only have a drink with dinner occasionally now.
I decided to make better use of my local health club. I stay longer and lift more than I usually do. I run more miles. I make myself run an extra half mile to a mile when I'm out there running around my neighborhood.
I've been researching bodybuilding.
Now don't laugh now! I'm not trying to look like Arnold, but I want to tone up.
I've always liked the beach lifestyle, and I want to be able to walk around the beach with my shirt off.
The results are showing! I've lost twenty pounds. My waist is shrinking.
An older woman who shops in my store says she noticed the changes on my backside. She noticed the shoulders and tighter back. She gave me a nice compliment when she said, "You must date a lot. I'm sure a lot of women like you." I told her that's not the case, but it would be a nice problem to have.
I'm not doing it for women, I'm doing it for me. I want to live a long, healthy life like Jack Lalanne did. I don't want to end up in an old folks home falling apart.
Saturday, April 9, 2016
Things I'm thinking about but time is tight to write fully about it.
I grew up a Lakers fan. Loved the Lakers. Then Kobe came along. I never cared for his selfish, arrogant, ghetto thug, street ball and selfish play. I'll go on to say I hate Kobe Bryant.
Now he's finally retired. People in LA call him God. The best Laker ever. No way!
I'm glad he's gone. Bye Felicia!
I hate this pitch count business in baseball. Major League front offices think a pitchers arm will fall off after a 100 pitches.
I've never been a pitcher, but I think the best way to alleviate arm problems is to throw everyday. No harm done. Just don't throw so hard on the days a pitcher is not scheduled to pitch. Tone and strengthen the arm. Get out and throw!
The Golden State Warriors won their 73rd game on Wednesday. I said in October they would go 73-9 or 74-8. Looks like I know what I'm talking about!
I'm still not impressed. Win 16 more!
The Kings are a bleeping mess. Cancerous locker room. Biggest cancer on that team is DeMarcus Cousins. He's a coach killer plain and simple.
The Kings think success is awaiting them at the brand new Golden 1 Center next season.
I don't think so. It will be more of the same, except fans will be paying more to see bad basketball.
George Karl got screwed, thrown under the bus and had the finger of blame pointed at him. It's not all his fault. He didn't have much to work with. He had to deal with a meddling owner and a clueless GM. Cancer spreads. It spread from the owners office to the locker room.
Vin Scully just had his 67th Opening Day behind the microphone.
What a career he's had. Most people work until age 65 till they retire. He's had the same job for 67 years!
He's not as sharp as he used to be, but he's still a legend. Whenever I think of Mr. Scully, I think of my childhood trying to get the Dodgers on the radio. I would get a faint signal from KVEG in Las Vegas. For a few minutes I could hear Mr. Scully call a game and paint a picture in my mind of how the game was progressing.
He was a grandfather and favorite uncle rolled into one. I've always loved one of his catchphrases, "Pull up a chair, plenty of baseball coming your way!"
I'm going to enjoy his final season as much as I can!
The LA Rams traded for the #1 pick in the upcoming NFL draft.
Growing up a LA Rams fan, they've always made bad decisions about roster personnel. It's like they're given two options. Option A, the best option or Option B, the worst option.
They always go with the worst option. They'll blow this pick on a future draft bust.
That's all for now. Thanks for reading!
Thursday, March 31, 2016
Last night I attended the Sacramento River Cats and San Francisco Giants game at Raley Field in Sacramento. It was considered a historic game because it was the first time the Giants played in Sacramento.
Raley Field holds about 14,000. I think there was more than 14,000 in the place.
Walking through the concourse was like walking through a maze. Constant changing of direction as to avoid bumping into someone.
The lines for food and beer were ridiculously long. I haven't seen a crowd this big since the first year the River Cats came to town. Needless to say, I didn't eat or drink anything.
I've been to Raley Field when Major League teams came to play, and the crowds were manageable. Everyone was comfortable and has plenty of space.
Yesterday was a disaster. It turned into an AT&T Bandwagon Fan party. No one sat down to watch the game. It was everyone up and down, standing in the aisles, blocking the view.
It got me to thinking about how different crowds can be when your winning.
When a team is losing, the park is half empty and very quiet. Tickets can be had dirt cheap.
But when a team is winning, look out for your wallet! Everything goes up in price. Food, tickets, parking, souvenirs and beer! It's good old supply and demand.
Let me give you an example.
I was a partial season ticket holder for the Golden State Warriors in 2001-2. The Warriors were AWFUL!! No one came to the games. I used to sit in the lower bowl of Oracle Arena a few rows from the basket for $30. You can't park there now for $30. No one wore Warriors gear. No one watched on TV or listened on the radio. Basically, no one cared. Dubs Nation in 2001-2? Didn't exist.
Now EVERYONE is a "Dubs" fan. Some claim to be life long fans! Really?
It's great they're winning, but the bandwagon fans came out of nowhere and drove the prices up!
Kinda like the Giants fans. At Candlestick Park, the crowd was blue collar. It was a great crowd. They loved their boys in orange and black. They would support the team win or lose.
Then AT&T Park opened. The blue collar crowd got priced out. Now it's the downtown crowd who have money to spend. What better way to end the work day than going to a party at the Giants game. And it is a party. Girls everywhere dressed "cute" in their Giants gear. It's cool to be a Giants fan all of a sudden. It's a status symbol to have Giants tickets.
It's out of control at AT&T Park.
I posted something on Facebook about how crazy the night at Raley Field was.
A friend of mine said something so perfect. She said, "I have a friend who's a diehard Giants fan. He wishes they would start losing so the bandwagon fans would go away."
Bandwagon fans love a winner.