FLICK.
just let it go.

Friday, September 28, 2007

President's Race 9/27/2006

Farewell, RFK!

To give you a sense of RFK Stadium, check out the presidential sausage race from last night's game- the last Nationals game ever to be played at RFK, as the Nats are set to move into a sparkling new facility next spring. Look for dp's stadium feature coming soon to the FLICKsport Rap.

FLICK life: Foul is Fair

The FLICKsport life is really pretty simple. It's about doing it right in the right place at the right time.

For example, on Monday, September 17, dp attended the Washington Nationals v. New York Mets baseball game at soon-to-be-defunct RFK Stadium. Sitting in his customary seats behind homeplate, dp scrambled over a few rows of empty seats to make a backhanded snag of an 8th inning foul ball, taking care not to spill a single drop of beer in the pursuit. dp was of course thrilled to have finally nabbed a baseball after 20 foul-free years attending hundreds of ballgames at dozens of stadiums across the country.

However, dp was not alone in tracking the foul, as a young boy in a Nats jersey had raced to the spot in the aisle where the ball would have trickled down if not for dp's deftness. Looking first at his own half-full beer and then at the boy's empty baseball glove, dp knew how to do it right.

So with a flick of the wrist, dp dropped the ball down into the boy's glove.

The unassisted Double Player always lends a helping hand.

Further, the Dharma Prince knows that what goes around comes around, just as FLICKsters know to just let it go. It will come back.

And of course it did on that glorious late summer night: a cameraman captured the whole moment for display on the scoreboard. The ensuing roar from the appreciative crowd gave dp an even better thrill than catching the ball.

FLICK. Just let it go.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Barry Bonds #756

Barry Bonds Bids San Francisco Good Bye

Last night Barry Bonds played his final home game for San Francisco. Just like when he hit his 756th career home run, another truly special moment captured in the video highlight above, Giants fans showed him the love.


With the "Thank You Barry- A Giant Forever" banner hanging behind him on the wall in left field, the constant chants of "Barry, Barry," and multiple standing ovations throughout the game, San Francisco fans let Bonds know they will always love him.

With the "Bonds 25" inscription painted on the left field grass, Giant owner Peter Magowan's tearful postgame interview, and executive vice president Larry Baer's hope that Barry could retire as a Giant even if he continues his career elsewhere, the organization let Bonds know that despite the decision to not bring him back next year, the Giants still love him, too.

Even the opposing Padres paid their respects to the man who has hit more home runs (87) against them than any player has ever hit against one team. In the 6th inning, after a final at bat in which he wowed the crowd by flying out to the warning track in deep right-center, Bonds walked to the mound and hugged Cy Young favorite Jake Peavy, who returned Bonds' words, "I love you." After the game ended, Greg Maddux lingered in the visitors' dugout to watch a six-minute video tribute to Bonds on the scoreboard.

With all the negative publicity that has swirled around Bonds for the last few years, it's easy to forget that he is one of all-time greatest players from any era. dp wishes that more true baseball fans were out there to join the Bay Area faithful in appreciating Bonds for his once-in-a-lifetime talent and monster performances throughout a remarkable career.

Instead, it seems the average fan has labeled Bonds the poster child for the Steroid Era. In fact, in a related story that seemingly validates this depiction, the fate of Bonds' 756th HR ball has been decided in an Internet vote brought about by the ball's owner, a fashion designer/publicity whore whom dp will not gratify by naming here (a stunt both petty and futile, to be sure, but certainly not as disrespectful as the perpetual indignity suffered by Bonds). At least the ball will not be blasted into space; rather, it will be displayed in the Hall of Fame- but with an asterisk affixed to its cover.

dp authored an article for the Taft Independent back on August 7 when Bonds broke the record. It's reprinted here below.

“Shooting Stars:
Taking Aim at Bonds’ Stock in History”

Tuesday, August 7, 2007

Taft, CA—Over the last few weeks, Barry Bonds’ pursuit of the home run record has carried him up and down California, from the friendly home crowds at AT&T Park in San Francisco, to Dodger Stadium in Los Angeles, and on to Petco Park in San Diego. Finally, back in San Francisco, five years to the day after Major League baseball instituted mandatory steroid testing, Bonds hit career home run 756 to best Hank Aaron and stand alone as baseball’s all-time home run king.

While Aaron braved a racist backlash of boos, hate mail, and death threats as he chased Babe Ruth’s mark of 714 homers, Bonds has also faced controversy. Yet while the bigotry that plagued Aaron has faded, the issues that swirl around Bonds are stickier. Even though Bonds’ name has replaced Aaron’s atop the homerun leader board in the history books, myriad questions concerning the record’s legitimacy—and ultimately Bonds’ legacy—linger.

Indeed, bouncing back from a horrid July, in which Bonds batted a paltry .186, is the least of his concerns, as the possibility of a federal indictment for tax evasion and perjury charges related to his testimony before the Bay Area Laboratory Co-operative (BALCO) grand jury still remains. Yet perhaps even more damaging to Bonds’ ego—and major league baseball’s image—is the court of public opinion.

More polarizing than shock jocks like Don Imus, Howard Stern, and Rush Limbaugh, Bonds inspires passionate debate about the presence of performance-enhancing drugs in professional sports. The vast majority of local fans in San Francisco support him and his quest to break the home run record, while much of the rest of the country is against him. Yet listening to the chorus of critics among the national media, it seems like everyone is unanimously against Bonds. Recent Hall-of-Fame inductee Cal Ripken Jr. has said of Bonds’ performance, “I’d prefer to believe this is all on the up and up,” but 85% of respondents to an ESPN Sports Nation poll believe Bonds has used performance-enhancing drugs.

Meanwhile, very few current players will publicly rip Bonds. These guys understand the pressure to perform. They may not particularly like him, but they admire his talent and respect the contributions he makes toward his team’s success. Moreover, these guys have dealt with, or perhaps are still dealing with, the temptation to use performance-enhancing drugs. Judging from the wall of silence offered to George Mitchell’s investigation into steroid use in baseball, the players’ perspective is simple: look the other way. See no evil; hear no evil; most of all, speak no evil—not about yourself, but especially not about your teammates.

If nothing else, ballplayers are realists, recognizing the sports industry for what it is—a multibillion-dollar transnational empire. With that reality in mind, is it reasonable to discount Bonds’ accomplishments? By all accounts, Bonds was already the best player in baseball before he allegedly used steroids and other performance-enhancing drugs. What about the countless other ballplayers who were secretly juicing and competing at the same time? Even the “magical” 1998 season, when fans embraced Mark McGwire and Sammy Sosa as they pursued the single-season home run record, now seems more chemical than magical, as both players are strongly suspected of steroid use. In “Love Me, Hate Me: Barry Bonds and the Making of an Antihero,” Jeff Pearlman reports that in an alleged 1998 private conversation with Ken Griffey Jr., a conversation Bonds denies and Griffey reportedly does not remember, Bonds expressed frustration and jealousy over the fan appreciation enjoyed by McGwire and Sosa, and Bonds decided to take steroids the following off-season, figuring that he may as well enjoy the same benefits himself.

So, how do average fans who grew up innocently loving baseball process these sobering revelations? Like most baseball-loving boys growing up in the ’80s and ’90s, my brother and I collected baseball cards. My brother’s most prized treasures were two mint-condition rookie cards: Ken Griffey Jr. and Barry Bonds. Of course, these two shared more than center stage on my brother’s trophy shelf: both possessed a baseball pedigree, having grown up as the sons of former major leaguers; both were five-tool superstars who could hit for average and power, steal bases, and win Gold Gloves in the outfield; both players have averaged 41 home runs per 162 games played over the course of their careers. In short, both were the best players in their respective leagues throughout the 1990s.

Yet after their alleged conversation in 1998, Bonds’ and Griffey’s paths diverged in the next decade. From 2001-2004, the years in which Bonds is accused of juicing, Bonds won four consecutive MVP awards, stringing together an incredible stretch of mind-popping statistics including the single-season record 73 home runs in 2001 and batting titles in 2002 and 2004. Meanwhile, the injury-prone Griffey strung together long periods on the disabled list. But now the tables have turned again, as Griffey enjoys a strong bounce-back season while Bonds is greeted with boos wherever he goes.

Certainly, Bonds’ aloofness and hostility toward the media has not endeared him to some, but is he really the villain that he is made out to be? What has Barry Bonds done that is so bad?

By most accounts, it seems that Bonds’ biggest crime is his physical transformation from the wiry lead-off hitter as a rookie in 1986 for the Pittsburgh Pirates to the bulky, hulked-up slugger of today. It’s true that Bonds broke into the big leagues as a 21-year old, 190-pound lead-off batter who hit line drives and stole bases. He still hit his share of home runs but did not become a middle-of-the-lineup threat until 1990, when he won his first of three MVP awards in the 1990s by recording his first 30-homer, 100-RBI season. Meanwhile, he averaged 34 stolen bases per year in his first 13 seasons. While steroids may have made him bigger, it seems they did not make him faster, as he has not accumulated even 20 steals in a single season since 1998. So steroids must have turned him into a home run hitter, right? Yet even before he allegedly began juicing in 1999, Bonds had already won a home run title with 46 in 1993 and finished among the top four in six other seasons.

I tend to agree with Chris Rock, who said, “At worst [Bonds] pulled a fast one on us.” As Rock pointed out to Bob Costas recently on HBO, “You have to have a rule in place to break a rule.” While most outside San Francisco believe Bonds to be guilty of taking performance-enhancing drugs, baseball did not have steroid testing in place until 2002, and Bonds has never tested positive for steroids (though he did allegedly test positive for amphetamines in 2006.) Even if he did take steroids, Bonds still had to work tremendously hard to get bigger, stronger, and better. He still had to hit home runs against major league pitching.

As bleak as his legacy may seem now, only time will tell how Bonds is ultimately viewed in the annals of history. While Bonds is criticized for not being more like the universally respected Aaron, Aaron himself was knocked for not being like the larger-than-life Babe Ruth. Unlike the folk hero Ruth, who ate and drank prodigiously, chased women, and clashed with teammates and authority figures, the quiet and private Aaron kept to himself and steered clear of the spotlight. Unlike the spectacular Ruth, who blasted moon shots high into the sky and deep into the bleachers, Aaron yanked line-drive lasers barely over the fence. Unlike Ruth, who amassed some of the most incredible single-season performances ever, including the fabled 60-homer mark in 1927, Aaron never hit so many as 50 home runs in one year. Yet years later, Aaron is admired for his enduring humility and consistent excellence.

Perhaps one day Bonds will also be remembered in a positive light. The good news for Bonds right now? There is even worse news breaking in other major sports, like the Tim Donaghy gambling scandal in the NBA and the Michael Vick dog-fighting indictment in the NFL. And baseball does not have a monopoly on performance-enhancing drug scandals: just recently, cycling’s doping epidemic surfaced again at the Tour de France, and professional wrestler Chris Benoit killed his family in a violent rage. In the end, the controversy over steroids may fade, but the home run record will remain… at least until A-Rod breaks it in five or six more years.


Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Flight of the Conchords - Hiphopopotamus vs. Rhymenoceros

Here's a couple of kindred FLICKsters, Jemaine and Bret, riffing around their FLICKnames

Goonies.com gobbles up Mr. Pacman...

world-record holder, hot sauce magnate Billy Mitchell for an exclusive interview! Almost.

Unsurprisingly, Mr. Pacman isn't easy to corner. Goonies.com kingpin and original FLICKster Noahbk has been searching for Mr. Mitchell for a few days. Yesterday, upon realizing that he had inadvertently referred to Billy as Ricky in his original e-mail, Nbk feared that B-Mitch had eluded him just as he's skirted so many pursuing ghosts over the years. Thankfully, Noa the Boa Konstrictor (a FLICKname coined by Lady FLICK, dp's better half) received an e-mail this morning from B-Mitch promising an interaction soon.

dp looks forward to hearing Mr. Pacman's story behind the story of winning the Holy Grail of the '80s arcade by FLICKing a perfect game through all 256 levels of Pacman. Be sure to tune into Goonies.com for his answers to Noahbk's insightful questions. Also, you can play all the classic games like Pacman, Frogger, Burger Time, Space Invaders, etc. right from goonies.com. Check it out!

NBK, from one FLICKster to another, I wish you luck. Tread carefully, big cat. Check that: tread nimbly. B-Mitch might just pull the old pop-off-the-screen-on-one-side-and-come-out-the-other trick.

Then again, I wouldn't worry. A guy who gets up and answers fanmail at 6:22 a.m. isn't likely to flake on his word. I mean, the dude signs his e-mails, "Never surrender, never." Only a true champion won't surrender in the second never.

In any case, Ms. Pacman is no doubt the greatest video game ever and continues to thrive today, having morphed from the arcade to video to computer to cellphone. It's definitely still the best in its original arcade format, though. From the Sunset Pizza Hut in Waukesha, WI to Tommy's Pizza in Cambridge, MA to Miss T's Barcade in Los Angeles, dp has literally FLICKed a Ms. Pacman joystick his whole life.

Seriously, if you're ever in LA check out the Barcade. It's an awesome dive with $2 beers, great greasy food, plus all kinds of old-school arcade games and pinball machines. It's even got the old arcade RBI Baseball with the all-time greatest teams like the 1927 Yankees with Babe Ruth, Lou Gehrig, Tony Lazzari, Bill Dickey, and the rest. Unless you believe B-Mitch's groupie stories of the '80s arcade gaming scene, the Barcade is also about the only place in the world that you can find supermodels elbow-to-elbow with supernerds, in a sort of Napoleon Dynamite meets Charlie's Angels way. You gotta love L.A. sometimes.

Tuesday, September 25, 2007

Brewers 2 behind Cubs after Fielder hits 50th in 9-1 win over Cards

Prince Fielder hit his 49 and 50th home runs of the season to lead the Brewers to a crucial 9-1 win over the Cardinals. In addition to being the youngest ever to hit 50, Fielder joined his father Cecil in forming the only father-son tandem to both hit 50 in a single season. Combined with NL Central leader the Cubs' 4-2 loss at Florida, the Brewers inched to 2 games back with 5 left to play.

Fielder strengthened his MVP candidacy with the clutch performance. Hearing the legions at Miller Park whose cheers drew Fielder out of the dugout for curtain calls after both blasts, dp thinks the MVP will be Fielder's provided the Brew Crew sneak past the Cubs and into the playoffs.
FLICK. just let it go.