Re: Questions for Atkins....

From: MU (munospam_at_fastmail.fm)
Date: 08/11/04 

Date: Wed, 11 Aug 2004 16:15:32 -0400

On Wed, 11 Aug 2004 05:14:06 -0400, Bob (this one) wrote:

>>> Yes. Pitcher and shortstop. Pretty good, not great. High school
>>> and college. For fun.
>>
>> You're be the first that ever played "for fun" at that level.

On Wed, 11 Aug 2004 05:14:06 -0400, Bob (this one) wrote:

> Nah. You just hung around with the same sort of humorless people as
> yourself. I wasn't trying to be any sort of athlete at any level
> beyond *playing* the game.

Playing in college is not being an athlete, Bob? What college was that?
Amherst?

> You've heard of *play*. Ran track, too.

Sure; yep, sprinter no doubt.

> Chance to play in different settings; run for the pure delight of
> running. Pole vault. Play with spears and very heavy balls. Football
> was fun. It's all fun when you can run fast, have good balance and
> strong kinesthetic sense.

Incorrect; fun and athleticism can be at opposite ends of the spectrum,
Bob. As a pedigree athlete, you should understand that.
 
On Wed, 11 Aug 2004 05:14:06 -0400, Bob (this one) wrote:

>>> And I know you claim to have also. When you were still a teenager
>>> drafted by one of the majors. Bwah.
>>
>> Most high school kids ARE teenagers Bob and a real baseball guy
>> would know that especially in the 60's when drafting was
>> supplemental and minors/teenagers made up the most of the baseball
>> draftees. But, of course, you knew that now, didn't you? Careful
>> there, Bob, SS, P, C myself and a B/B, T/R.
>
> I'm not a "real baseball guy."

Really? That takes me by surprise.

> So when were you drafted?

Asked and answered in my FAQ. Where is revek when you need her, huh?

>How come you
> never went anywhere with it?

But I did.

>Supplemental hardly has the ring of
> "majors."

Well, Bob, you don't know doodly parallel squat about that either, do you?

> Drafted to what team? For how long?

Asked and answered in my FAQ. Where is revek when you need her, huh? One is
not "drafted to a team", Bob. One is drafted and then a contract is signed
or not, Bob.
 
>>> And you claim to have been a part owner of a team long since
>>> dead.
>>
>> Not dead at all, Bob; very much alive and in its third, and best,
>> "life" there Bob.
>
> Sure. It was called the "Memphis Blues" before it died.> Missed a
> season, 1976, huh? Sure looks like it's dead when that happens.

Nope, you missed the read, Bob, E Pastorio.

> But
> wait... then the Memphis Chicks (you gotta be kidding!) were born...

Reborn, Bob, Reborn.

> Chicks; how fierce a name is that? Instead of Grrrrr, they say Cheep,
> cheep... Ok, it was short for Chickasaws. Who names a team that, local
> indians or not?

People with money and brains, Bob, who know how to market, Bob.
 
> Now, there's a team called the Memphis Redbirds. I can see how you'd
> want that stop-start stuff to be a "third life" instead of a series of
> failures. All successful teams change their names, right?

Damn near, Bob, damn near.
 
> You know, blowhole, if you'd just settle down into your real
> accomplishments instead of trying to make yourself some sort of
> swaggering superhero, it would all go down better.

Why, thank you for the advice, Bob, and I understand you have difficulty
believing that there is life outside of food and TROLLING Usenet but, Bob,
many of us have had rather diverse and rewarding lives.....and no cardiac
rehab issues either. I believe what bothers you, Bob, is that your life,
simple then and simpler now, has had about as much excitement in it as a
roll of dough, Bob. Those that have ventured out, taken risk, enjoyed
success and report it, as my life has been a series of gifts given to me by
God, rub you the wrong way. perhaps make you feel inferior or less than
worthful. maybe you are.

Truth is, there's that word, Bob, truth, truth is I support everything I
say with my history. Several who read this know me personally and know that
I am exactly what I say that I am. They could easily step up and repudiate
but they don't because there is nothing to repudiate.

Here's the real kicker, Bob. As many things that are said, many more are
are left unsaid.

> You'd get some
> respect, for a change. Why exactly you have to do this compulsive
> bragging and vituperative attacks is puzzling.

You asked, I answered; you challenged, I nailed you in the head. No one
forces you to read what I write but you spend hours upon hours doing so.

Why is that, Bob?

> It appears that you
> actually do know something about strength training,

No, much more than something, Bob, much more.

> but instead of
> engaging people with your strengths, you sneer, scorn and mock, and
> insist on stamping around in areas where you clearly don't know your
> way.

Interesting; that is a rather perfect description of you on
sci.med.cardiology, Bob.

> And you do virtually nothing else here. Different persona in
> other groups to go with other anonymous names.

Only anonymous to those who I don't care to know, Bob.
 
>> A baseball guy would know that the minor leagues are an ever
>> evolving sport team concept, Bob.
>
> Oh, bull***. Minor leagues are a business like all paid sports are.

But then you're not a baseball guy even though you like to use baseball
metaphors as if you know what they mean, Bob.

>> We actually played REAL baseball and it wasn't for funsies like
>> yours, Bob. Real, in the heat, 100 plus games every summer, Bob.
>
> Terrific. What you wanted, obviously. I worked for money in high
> school when I could. Summer was prime time for making money and
> behaving badly.

Worked from 6AM to 4PM June thru August, Bob, in a warehouse toting 50
pound boxes of paper right up the street from Sun Studios, Bob.
 
>> Now, Bob, what have you done with the gift of baseball that God
>> gave you?
>
> I put it aside with the other pursuits of childhood, as the bible advises.

Not my Bible; mine says that we should make the most of each of our
talents, Bob. Each one is a gift. You throw them away; including the most
important one, the gift of life given to you most recently.
 
>> Me, Bob, I guess I'll just take advantage of my time back home and
>> the gift of baseball that I have been given and go call a few dozen
>> ball games. Ages 9 - 69.
>
> See. You are capable of thinking of something beyond yourself. It's a
> wonderful thing seeing you at least talking about doing *something*
> constructive.

Oh, Bob, again, those who know me know; those who don't, criticize.

> But it's a bit of a stretch to call being an umpire as
> having "the gift of baseball" unless it merely means being in the same
> place with it.

So little you know about a game you played in college, Bob. Amazing.

>> As my dear and now departed friend Mel Siff would have said...
>>
>> Over to you!!!
>
> Got it, Mike.

Roose to you, Bob, Roose to you.

> Going on any cruises any time soon?

Just got back from one. On the Euphrates River.

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