2012
03.30

I was thinking about writing something deep and profound about culture, history, and being a sports fan, but I realized it was too much trouble. There is a lot to research. It would be like writing a master’s thesis. And I am not ready to do another one of those.

So here are a few sports culture questions I would like to leave you with. I’d like to hear your opinions if you have any.

When did the phenomenon of fandom start? I would say it has grown from nothing to something in the last 150 years.

What was George Washington’s favorite team?

Where did uber-fandom start? Maybe in Europe? New York City?

Is love of sports the greatest American export?

Has the impact of sports been more successful and transcendent than democracy or capitalism? Even communist countries love their American sports.

Will it matter to history at all? Will people’s allegiances to sports club be a part of what is remembered about them? Will it be lumped in with the culture of a people – that they rooted predominantly for a certain athletic club?

Could fandom fill the nationalist void left by the fall of the nation-state?

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2012
03.29

In 2002, Richard Wiseman of the University of Hertfordshire conducted a study in an attempt to find a joke that people all over the world find funny. After pitting joke against joke, he found that the following joke and the most international appeal:

Two hunters are out in the woods when one of them collapses. He doesn’t seem to be breathing and his eyes are glazed. The other guy whips out his phone and calls the emergency services. He gasps, “My friend is dead! What can I do?” The operator says “Calm down. I can help. First, let’s make sure he’s dead.” There is a silence, then a gun shot is heard. Back on the phone, the guy says “OK, now what?”

I’ve been thinking a lot about humor since I got to Afghanistan. Not only because I miss doing comedy, but because after two weeks working with people from all over the world, I am learning that humor, laughter, and a cheerful demeanor are among the most powerful tools to bridging communications and cultural gaps. Some of the people I am working with are of English-speaking nations, but most are not. But for whatever reason, we all seem to make each other laugh. In only two weeks, I’ve laughed with people from Eastern and Western Europe, from down under and the real-life home of Middle Earth, and even from Afghanistan.

One of the funniest things I noticed also was that some bodily odor jokes also translate well. In one of my first days here, one of the personnel from one of our partner nations told a fart joke at dinner that made our whole party laugh. And then a few days later, one of my European co-workers took off his shoes in the office. I counted no fewer than three people from three different country walk by and remark that he needed to put his shoes back on.

So stinky feet jokes are universal. I never would have guessed.

Word has also gotten around that I performed stand-up comedy. I’ve told several people how did what I did on the stage. When a one of the local Afghans I work with found out, he talked to me about Afghanistan humor, which is definitely far behind American humor in terms of showbiz. But here in Afghanistan they laugh at folk tales of Nasruddin, a poor Don Chixote-like character who reacts to situations with wit, wisdom, and an odd way of looking at things. These tales have been passed on for generations through Afghanistan, Uzbekistan, Russia, Iran, Turkey, and much of the rest of Southeast Asia. Each Nasruddin tale has a twist on the end, some of which I have found funny and some that are definitely lost in translation.

Here is a Nasruddin tale:

MORE USEFUL

ONE DAY MULLAH NASRUDDIN ENTERED HIS FAVORITE TEAHOUSE AND SAID: ‘THE MOON IS MORE USEFUL THAN THE SUN’.  AN OLD MAN ASKED ‘WHY MULLAH?’  NASRUDDIN REPLIED ‘WE NEED THE LIGHT MORE DURING THE NIGHT THAN DURING THE DAY.’

And here is another:

OBLIGATION

NASRUDDIN NEARLY FELL INTO A POOL ONE DAY.  A MAN WHOM HE KNEW SLIGHTLY WAS NEARBY, AND SAVED HIM.  EVERY TIME HE MET NASRUDDIN AFTER THAT HE WOULD REMIND HIM OF THE SERVICE WHICH HE HAD PERFORMED.  WHEN THIS HAD HAPPENED SEVERAL TIMES NASRUDDIN TOOK HIM TO THE WATER, JUMPED IN, STOOD WITH HIS HEAD JUST ABOVE WATER AND SHOUTED: “NOW I AM AS WET AS I WOULD HAVE BEEN IF YOU HAD NOT SAVED ME! LEAVE ME ALONE.

They are definitely interesting little anecdotes.

I’m sure as I continue in my year in Afghanistan, I’ll find more pieces of the Afghanistan cultural and comedy scene. But for now, here are a few articles I found on comedy in Afghanistan.

Putting the Laffs in Laffghanistan – Splitsider.com, 17 August 2011

In Afghanistan, comedians joke their way to civic renewal – Christian Science Monitor – 23 Feb 2005

The Ministry Sends Up The Afghan Government – Splitsider.com, 4 Aug 2011

And here are a few on an Afghan-born, Florida-raised comic who returned to Kabul in 2001 and performed pranks and hijinks up until recently, when after realizing social progress was taking too long, finally moved back to the states.

This “Jihadi” is Armed With a Subversive Sense of Humor – Wall Street Journal, 19 April 2011

In Afghanistan, Performance Artist Packs Up His Bling – NPR.com, 7 Oct 2011

Aman Mojadidi – Good-bye Homeland – Slash.fr

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2012
03.26

In a continued attempt to make my mark on every site on the entire internet, I submitted another piece to another pro wrestling site. In my first submission to Fair to Flair.com, I discuss why I don’t think Isis the Amazon, a 6’9” pro wrestler/model/entertainer will ever make it big in the WWE.

Why Isis The Amazon Will Not Make It In The WWE – Fair to Flair.com

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2012
03.24

This poem was given to me by an individual named Richard L. Myers of Monett, Missouri. I went to Basic Training back in 1995 with Richard and although I kept this poem that I believe he wrote, I have never heard from him since. So thank you, Richard L. Myers. Thank you for a brilliant poem. Warning: it’s a bit NSFW and not for little old ladies.

The Joy of Taking a Shit

There are many joys in life it’s said
Though none like squatting on the head
Your pants are down, your cares are gone
You’ve got a few hours to sit on the john
You lock the door, you smile – so bold
You hope the toilet seat’s not cold
All of the cares of the world melt away
As you sit down to take your first shit of the day
The seat has a screw loose, you wobble, you totter
You hear your first turd plop in the water
You grunt and you fart, your piss starts to drain
You push it so hard you rupture your brain
You catch the first whiff of your brown steamy load
You feel like your bowels are about to explode
You drop the rest of your dump in the bowl
You wipe, you flush, the shit goes down the hole
You wipe one more time just to get the last bit
Yes, those are the joys of taking a shit
You hop off the pot and head down the hall
Oh wait, you turn around, you didn’t get it all
You yank down your pants, put your ass on the lid
You check out your drawers – thank God there’s no skid
A couple more turds come out – plop, plop, plop
You feel like this shit ain’t ever going to stop
Your head is now spinning, for you have to choose
Between Time, Playboy, Life, or your own local news
You pick up the Playboy – the reading is better
and that’s why the pages are all stuck together
You squeeze out the rest of your shit with a sigh
And reach for your new roll of T.P. – 2-ply
You wipe your ass and you say with a smile,
“Well, that oughta hold me – at least for a while.”
You flush, wash your hands, and walk out of the john
Leaving only the smell of your shit lingering on.
As you march off to go to bed for the night
You know that taking a shit is All Right.

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2012
03.21

Way back when All-Stars Wrestling of Florida was a thing, it was pretty cool. It was run by friends of mine and it was like we had our own little corner of the pro wrestling universe. Sure, that’s not a great way to run a business and ASWFL did in fact close after two years, but still it was fun to go to a wrestling show where I knew most of the wrestlers and the fans. After time, I even knew most of the staff at Strokers Billiards where the shows were held.

Anyway, while ASWFL was doing its thing in 2009 I attended a Florida Championship Wrestling event in Tampa and cut a short commercial for an ASWFL event. About a month ago, it surfaced on YouTube. It’s not my best commercial, but it’s here for history.

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2012
03.17

Just because I am in Afghanistan doesn’t mean I am going to stop writing. I need something to occupy my non-work hours, something to give me a sense of normalcy, and something I can relate to the folks back home about. So I’m going to keep writing, everything from short stories to comedy to feedback on the few American things I can see and hear over here (we do have a few US military-provided TV networks).

One of the subjects I would like to keep writing about is baseball and more specifically, the Tampa Bay Rays. A few months ago, right as I was getting ready to leave, I was asked by Steve Slowinski of DRaysBay.com if I would like to contribute to their annual pre-season book. Of course, I couldn’t turn that down, as the DRaysBay annuals have featured some of the best Rays-related writers and also a few prominent national baseball writers. The problem for me, however, was time. Did I have the time to fit writing a quality baseball post into my already hectic schedule preparing for my trip?

Writing the piece for DRaysBay took a little longer than I thought, but I finally finished. Unfortunately, Steve informed me that the annual wouldn’t be available as in previous years, instead they would feature the contributions on the site, which is one of the two biggest Rays blogs, my more common spot, Rays Index, being the other.

So here is the link to my contribution to DRaysBay, and the first of what I hope to be many writing pieces I am able to do while here in Afghanistan. Enjoy!

The Quest for 2 Million: 12 Ways to Help Market the Rays – DRaysBay.com

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2012
03.13

(This post originally appeared on Bus Leagues Baseball.com)

By the time you read this I should be on my way to exotic Afghanistan. But I thought this was a great video and I thought it was definitely worth sharing here. Hopefully I’ll be able to post periodically during the season, but if not I think this video of wounded veterans working out with the Nationals at their spring complex in Viera, Florida (coincidentally, the town I grew up in) was a great note for me to go out on. Take care.

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2012
03.10

Here is another one from the binders from an Article and Essay class I took in Spring of 2002. Interesting to read where my mind was at when I was 24. (Note: Some slight grammatical edits made based on the professor’s comments.)

Have you ever had the feeling you committed a crime?  A crime not of the legal sort, but one that makes people look at you as an outsider, an outcast.  For me, it has been tough to admit that I have grown away from the mantra of Christianity our society is based on.  Growing up in a patriotic, Catholic family causes a lot of pressure and not much open responsiveness.  Sometimes I have felt like I am wrong, like I have committed a heinous act and will spend my afterlife burning in Hell.  Other times I feel more liberated.

If I had to pick a date, I would say my change in belief started in 1997.  I was in the Army then, hanging out with my friend Scot.  Scot was a big fan of the rock band the Doors, and he especially admired the band’s late lead singer, Jim Morrison.  Morrison’s rebellious attitude had a large influence on Scot’s life, his favorite saying being “Think for yourself, man.  Don’t let others tell you how to be.”

Being around Scot influenced me.  I started writing down my thoughts, turning some into poems and some into meaningless scribble.  More importantly, however, I expanded my musical outlook, listening to more rock music (hip-hop was my thing at the time), and started my own Doors CD collection, closely rivaling Scot’s.

One interest I have in music is digging into the music’s roots, finding out who or what influenced the lyrics and/ or the music.  Doing this with the Doors uncovered a world of thought that would eventually change my religious ideals.

I discovered Jim Morrison was an admirer of Aldous Huxley, author of the book “The Doors of Perception,” from which the band derived its name.  I bought the book in summer 1998, shortly after Scot left the Army.  I was on my own.

I read “The Doors of Perception” while stationed in Bosnia in fall of 1998.  To summarize, Huxley records his experiences using mescaline.  He writes of a “one-ness”– being “one” with the world while under the influence- contrary to the world of labels and materialism.  I was so moved by Huxley’s ideas I wrote a four page response documenting my own views on materialism and “all-inclusive individuality.”

In my essay I started to compare my own Catholic upbringing with the ideas of nonmaterialism and materialism.  These ideas are the basis of numerous religions.  For example, I wrote that even Satanism, the “opposite” of Christianity, has its roots in materialism, its followers divulging in lust and self-gratification.  As I was writing the essay, I attended the Catholic services held in the Bosnian chapel, still unsure whether I was ready to believe what I had written.

After leaving the Army in the summer of 1999, I enrolled in Florida State University.  One of the first classes I took at FSU was a humanities class covering the eras of Medieval Europe to the Enlightenment.  In this class I learned of the Catholic Church’s empirical control over medieval common people using practices such as pardoning and inquisition.  I continued to drift further and further away from my upbringing.

As time progressed, I followed a literary link from Aldous Huxley to Jack Kerouac, purchasing Kerouac’s “The Scripture of the Golden Eternity.”  In the book, Kerouac takes his own Catholic upbringing and merges it with Buddhist ideals.  “The Scripture of the Golden Eternity” affected me like “The Doors of Perception” had earlier.  After reading it, every time I attended Catholic Mass with my family I would compare the priest’s message with what I had read.  I didn’t dare tell my family about my newfound beliefs.  I was afraid of the repercussions I would face.  Not that I was afraid of being disowned or anything that drastic, but when I was younger, my parents sent me to Catholic school  for a reason.

After reading “The Scripture of the Golden Eternity” I started researching more about Buddhism.  Although I agreed with its philosophy and practice, I was timid to “announce” myself a Buddhist.  Along the same line, I could not declare myself an atheist.  I have noticed that people who announce a non-belief in God always seem to get strange looks and “normal people” act very apprehensive towards them.

In the aftermath of the September 11 attacks on America many people responded with outcries of “God Bless America.”  I disagreed with the attachment of God to America, surprising a lot of people, including my parents.  My thought was that religion caused the ideals behind the attacks.  Shortly after, I tried to tell my mother I no longer believed in the Catholic faith.  She was not ready for the discussion and claimed she didn’t want to talk about the subject.

Currently, I am more at peace with myself than ever before.  My views may not be the most popular with my family or the rest of our God-based society, but I am not following a mantra I am uncomfortable with.  I know I can be the best person, best family member, or best American I can be and still subscribe to my own philosophy or faith.

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2012
03.09

(This post originally appeared on Bus Leagues Baseball.com)

As the Rays have grown in prominence in the AL East, their blogosphere has also vastly grown in size and expertise. Only a few years ago, there were but a hand full of Rays blogs. Now there are quite a few covering all aspects of the Rays organization, from the big league club to the low minors.

One of these new Rays blogs is Rays Digest.com, edited by John Gregg. Since starting Rays Digest, Gregg has been one of the growing number of voices discussing the Rays minor league system. This offseason, Gregg took his coverage up a level and conducted interviews with players and personnel from all levels of the Rays organization. Since we here at Bus Leagues Baseball are suckers for a good interview, I figured I would promote Gregg’s interviews here and share them with as many people as possible. Take a look and enjoy.

Charlotte Stone Crabs Broadcaster Kyle Bonn – 2/19/12

2B Ryan Brett (Part 1) – 1/31/12

2B Ryan Brett (Part 2) – 1/31/12

Scout Rico Brogna (Part 1) – 12/15/11

Scout Rico Brogna (Part 2) -12/17/11

RHP Matt Bush (audio)- 2/22/22 (premium)

LHP Shay Crawford (Part 1) – 2/10/12 (premium)

LHP Shay Crawford (Part 2) 2/11/12 (premium)

SS Johnny Eierman (audio) – 2/15/12

Princeton Rays GM Jim Holland – 11/30/11

OF Mikie Mahtook (Part 1) – 11/7/11

OF Mikie Mahtook (Part 2) – 11/8/11

SS Brandon Martin – 2/6/12

Charlotte Stone Crabs Broadcaster Grant McAuley (Part 1) – 3/1/12

C Justin O’Conner – 1/13/12

Scout.com National Baseball Expert Frankie Piliere – 2/11/12

RHP Jake Thompson – 1/12/12 (premium)

C/OF Stephen Vogt (Part 1) – 12/31/11

C/OF Stephen Vogt (Part 2) – 1/2/12

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2012
03.07

Many, many moons ago, I was a young baseball fan growing up on the not-so mean suburban streets of Melbourne, Florida. Times were different back then. It was a time when you had to memorize phone numbers and Cheers ruled nighttime television. But despite the chaos and tumultuous times, there was one video (on VHS, of course) that always helped me though the darkest of days. It’s guiding light and steady beacon of humor comforted me from October to February every year, reminding me of better days ahead.

And of course, it is now on Youtube. It is with great pleasure that I share with you: Baseball, Funny Side Up – the greatest blooper video ever made.

There is so much goodness in Baseball: Funny Side Up. From Tug McGraw’s off-beat humor to Bob Eucker to Earl Weaver to funny nose glasses night to Pete Rose to Roger McDowell and Howard Johnson (two of my favorite Mets!) to mascots to the voice of the immortal Mel Allen. Personally, this is baseball at a more innocent time, before I knew about drugs or gambling and long before anyone knew about steroids. And now, as I watch it at 34 years old, I am reminded of the 11 year old me who wanted nothing more than to play baseball everyday until his arm fell off. It was a fun time to be a fan and Baseball: Funny Side Up was a big part of that.

So before this season starts, or before you watch your first spring training game of the year, take a half-hour and watch the epic three part (should be four, but one part is missing) saga that is Baseball: Funny Side Up. I’m sure you will enjoy it.

If not, I’ll kick dirt all over the plate, turn my hat around, and throw you out of the game. You’re outta here!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

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