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Too much to say.  Not enough time to say it.

Of course, I’d be better off if I wasn’t compulsively watching episodes of the failed series Commander In Chief online.  That show’s like watching an off-brand toy train wreck.  It’s fun to see Rod Lurie’s fake West Wing–complete with aping of Martin Sheen’s back-to-the-camera pose, Photoshopped a gauzy monochrome–completely derail and threaten to spoil the entire Eastern seaboard with light sweet crude.  But I’d much rather be playing with my Legos, and I don’t know why I can’t pull away.

But I don’t.  I watch in one window and read the news in another.  And sometimes, things I read get to me.

Sometimes, they REALLY get to me
.

Forget the Mets history.  Jerry Koosman is sixty-six years old.  He served in the military.  But he cost the United States $80,000, according to the judge.  So the hell what?

Know what the United States’ gross domestic product was in 2008?  $14.3 TRILLION. 

When you try to determine what percentage $80K is of $14.3 trillion, your calculator breaks.

He’d paid back the taxes.  He’d apologized.  He’d shown remorse. 

And something tells me Koos isn’t exactly living high on the hog, wasting his nonexistent billions on Cristal to pour over buxom women in swimsuits, and inground pools in the shape of a hand giving the finger.

What gets to me, though–what REALLY gets to me–is this part of the report:

“The judge scolded Koosman for taking advantage of all the opportunities
the United States offered him, including the chance to play major
league baseball and win a World Series, then walking away without
paying.”

Excuse me while I spit. 

The U.S. ain’t gave Jerry Koosman nothin’, as My Sister would say.  Jerry Koosman and Joan Whitney Payson are responsible for the opportunities Koos took.  And given the care with which the system has, I’m sure, investigated the matter, let the record show that he was delinquent for three years beginning in 2002.  He pitched his last game on August 21st, 1985.

So unless their investigation was crap-poor, it seems to me he paid his taxes for another sixteen years before getting snookered by the morons who preach this “you don’t have to pay taxes” nonsense.

I fully comprehend that laws are applied so that others will be less inclined to break the law.  But when a man named Jerry Koosman–whom I know and a lot of Mets fans know but few others may know if you stopped them on the street and asked–has made restitution and apologized, you figure out a way to keep him OUT of prison.

You don’t fake leniency by only sentencing him to half of what the guidelines recommend, you don’t falsely frame his service to his fans and country, and you sure as hell don’t try to make an example of a man who’s by no means the face of a stupefyingly ridiculous movement.

He’s Jerry Goddamn Koosman.  Not Wesley Snipes.

And Wesley Snipes is still free on bail, pending his appeal.

U.S. District Court Judge Barbara Crabb?  Way to pick some low-hanging fruit.  You reek.

God.

I have more to say about other things, but I want this to stand for awhile.  I’m outraged.

**This is only about baseball in that this blog is ostensibly about baseball.  But, in actuality, there’s little about baseball here.  Happy Friday.

Got into an argument about visible web counters way, waaaay back, when I worked as an SEO manager for a website design “company.”

“Old skool” web design meant putting a web counter at your page’s footer, or somewhere off to the side in the header.  That went out with animated .gifs, Flash 2.0, and spelling “old skool” with a “k.”

There are plenty of outfits that will help a brotha out with analytics today.  (I don’t know why I’m spelling things the way I am this morning.)  I grabbed Statcounter for this blog a number of weeks ago, because it’s quick and invisible and easy and free for the first five hundred log entries.  If you’re stressed about keeping IP data, you can print the log before it kicks out entry #001 for entry #501, and so forth.

I’m not so much interested in tracking number of visitors as I am with tracking what people are reading, so I can provide more of the same.  For the most part, you’re coming to see what’s been posted, latest, and I thank you for that.  I’ve recently discovered some time savings that have allowed for more first-draft blathering; I edit posts during breakfast or lunch and then up they go.

Here’s the thing, though, and I’m not necessarily complaining: a lot of people are coming from a post I put together called “Scar Tissue That I Wish You Saw…” (click on the title to read the post).  A LOT of people.

There are photos from that blown game against St. Louis; there’s a breakdown of Jose Reyes’s injury epic as captured by folks at Metsblog.  There’s the title of the post.

I get the sense that people aren’t going for the photos, which aren’t that great–unless Big Man or someone of the sort got wind that I have a blog.  It’s not a secret, obviously.  But I’ve seen Big Man and have seen friends since; I imagine I’d’ve heard something about it by now.

It’s entirely possible that people are, like me, upset about how Reyes’s injury has been handled, and want to show each other just how ridiculous it all is.  On that, by the by, Newsday’s Jim Baumbach has a report, but it’s really more like a “Wha’ happen’?” piece.  You won’t learn much new.

Or, people are searching for the lyrics to the Red Hot Chili Peppers song, and the post is coming up.  I’ve tried every search I know through a number of search outlets.  Come up dry for my post on the first page, or second, or even third page.

Or, I’m being investigated for some violation of fair-use.

I have a decent enough handle on the law in that respect; no need to tell you why, or how I get my information.  This isn’t a case of me throwing up some Showtime series about a baseball player down on his luck and wandering the streets of sunny California for meaning and a little sumthin’-sumthin’ (egads, sumthin’s wrong with me today).  To be completely fair, HBO would have a more legitimate gripe with me if I did that.

But check out some of the folks checking out that post:

  • Pricewaterhousecoopers, LLP
  • The Times-Union
  • Warner Music Group

Not to mention a slew from Research In Motion, which is the company behind BlackBerry.  I ran a test with my BlackBerry and found that the resultant log entry is indeed labeled such.  Which makes no sense to me; Sprint is my carrier.

I’m somewhat paranoid, so I figure I’ve got about three minutes before I’m served with papers.  And not just by those representing the interests of the Red Hot Chili Peppers; in the past three months I’ve mentioned/quoted/alluded to, in big royal-blue type:

  • Chuck Berry
  • John McEnroe
  • Neil Young
  • the Obama ’08 campaign
  • Pearl Jam
  • Lou Monte
  • Paramount’s Chinatown and DNA Films/20th Century Fox’s 28 Days Later
  • 4 Non Blondes
  • Barry Manilow
  • Gwen Stefani
  • the Dropkick Murphys
  • Nat “King” Cole
  • Slick Rick (twice) and Doug E. Fresh
  • Go West

So.  It’s been nice knowin’ ya.