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  1. Wednesday, January 21, 2004

    this morning i started the new pete rose book 

    boobsit’s good. and it’s surprisingly funny. the busses were crazy today. packed as always. the busdriver had a little situation where he was talking to himself. he had a cell phone thing on but he wasnt on the damn cell phone. people come up to me and ask me questions. some even smile. i keep thinking, wait, me? i look like scum in the morning. today i had a green flannel, a five dollar Los Angeles trucker hat, black cords that were baggy and wrinkled, a daypack, bags under my eyes, crazy wild fro sticking out from under the hat and going every whichway.

    is this the way to wilshire and normandie?

    who? me?

    living in hollywood without a car is not only not a big deal, but yesterday it was perfect.

    i walked a few blocks to sunset and stood at the busstop for a minute. then i decided to walk west to the next stop. a little circulation couldnt hurt the wheels, i thought. got to the next stop and noticed that i was in front of a church. inside the church there was a room where a dozen or so interesting looking characters were talking to each other.

    after further review it looked like people who had just gotten out of jail

    thats right,

    people who looked sorta like me.

    i didnt stare. i looked at the crosses carved into the wood and i wished i had gotten my camera out of my true loves car the other day. then the bus came.

    we rode down to vine and i got out at the archlight and walked across the street and went right into the theater.

    no parking to deal with. no doors needing to be locked. no remembering of what level your $23k debt was sitting.

    i paid the $11 for my movie ticket without a care in the world.

    barely drank my $3.50 soda

    walked across the street after the movie and browsed karisas favorite store in the world: borders books.

    picked up a deeply discounted calander with the rose book, paid and walked up to hollywood blvd looking at the stars in the sidewalk like a tourist.

    ah yes, tony bennet, frank sinatra… wait Frank Sinatra! i looked around the dark barren sad little stretch of sidewalk on Vine where the chairman of the board’s star sat and i kept moving. don knotts, cary grant, clark gable, michael landon

    michael landon?

    soon i was turning the corner on hollywood blvd and seeing that patrick swayze was going to be performing Chicago at the pantages for three weeks.

    then i remembered that michael landon was on bonanza after all

    decended into the subway and soon i was home.

    today bob mould taught me that usa today has a blog! who knew they have had one for years! apparently im not hip.

    hollywood walk of fame + amy + science blog

  2. Tuesday, January 6, 2004

    pete rose is one of my all-time heroes 

    koons not just baseball heroes. he didnt let being a slowfooted whitetrash uneducated slackjawed yokel stop him from getting more hits than anyone who ever played pro baseball.

    they say hitting a round ball with a round bat is the hardest thing to do in sports and pete rose did it more times than anyone.

    he wrote a book that i bought when i was 12 called How To Hit Better Than Anybody.

    most baseball players — check that — most Hall of Famers have a hitting milestone of 3,000 hits. get 3,000 and you’re guaranteed entry into the Hall of Fame.

    Pete Rose had over 4,000 hits but he is not in the Hall of Fame today because he was accused of betting on baseball.

    Ever since the Chicago Black Sox scandal that John Cusack was involved in about 100 years ago baseball has been hypersensitive about gambling. sadly they should have paid more attention to betting AGAINST your team as opposed to betting ON your team.

    The Black Sox took money to lose the world series. Huge difference between throwing a game and believing in your team so much that you’d put your money where your scorecard is.

    Anyhow, when Pete was manager of the Reds he got involved with some criminals who ratted him out and exposed his troubles with gambling. It was never revealed that Pete bet AGAINST the Reds but Bart Giamatti, the commish of baseball didnt care. He banned the greatest hitter of all time from baseball and in doing so the IRS threw Pete in jail for tax evasion for not claiming his gambling winnings with his annual taxes.

    Giamatti was struck down by GOD and his successor chose to be just as hardheaded and continued to ban Pete and keep him from his rightful place in the hallowed Hall of Fame in Cooperstown.

    Before Giamatti croaked he made a deal with Charlie Hustle. he said as long as he didnt fight the action being brought against him, that he would be eligible for reinstatement into baseball in 2-3 years. Hick-ass pete actually believed the commish and didnt fight the fist and got f’ed.

    he never admitted to betting on baseball until now and they had never proved it. all they had was the testimony of guys who either were in prison or had spent some heavy time in prison. thats whos gonna keep out the all time hit king?

    only reason pete rose is admitting that he bet on baseball is to sell a book and get in the hall of fame

    which is an awfully pathetic place to put somebody in and baseball should be ashamed.

    pete rose is everything great about the american dream. he wasnt fast or powerful or pretty or smart but he gave his all and became a winner and the best hitter of all time.

    the front office of major league baseball should not be in the business of tearing a man down so they can then honor him for eternity.

    the all time hit king deserves bettor.

    aarons baseball blog + eric case + see thru skin + so lonesome