Why I Love Baseball

When the Yankees just recently clinched the AL East I was excited! After missing the playoffs last year, it feels great to have something to root for in October. When Rivera got the last out, by sweeping the Red Sox, I did the only thing that felt natural to me. I thought about calling my grandfather to talk about it. When I realized I couldn't, an empty feeling came through me. He passed away in the summer of 2008. I guess not having the Yankees in the playoffs last year made that time of year just float by. When I realized this will be the first Yankee playoffs that I will not watch with him I became really upset. I wanted to write about it, but it was just too hard. Now, as I get ready for day one of the 2009 ALDS, I decided I wanted to put some words down. Just a few, to show why I love this game.

As a kid I liked baseball, but for some reason or another I got out of following it through my teenage years. I always liked the Yankees. My grandfather watched them everyday. But I was just too busy when I was young to sit and watch a game or dedicate my time to follow them. Too busy with not so positive things. In 1995, I made a decision to change my life and my ways. I had decided to get clean from my destructive lifestyle. It was the toughest time of my life, and felt insanely isolated and alone. I would sit around all day waiting for a meeting at night with nothing but me and my thoughts... and that is never a good thing. I was doing good, but it was hard.

One day in the summer I was sitting on my mothers back porch smoking a cigarette. I was not in a good frame of mind. Back then I never let anyone in. I would just isolate, but with a good game face on. My grandfather saw me out there and said in his usual style, "A, U, Whattaya doin?". "Nothing", I said. He told me that the game was on and asked me if I wanted to watch it. I took him up on the offer. He ordered us cheese steaks and we watched the game together. I don't remember if the Yankees won or lost that day. What I do remember is that it got me out of my head. It was the first time in months that I felt OK. Even if just for a few hours.

This brought about a new addiction... to baseball. It kept me out of my head and focused on something other than myself. But best of all it created a relationship with my Grandfather that was amazing. We would watch so many games together, from regular season to playoffs. I remember being with him when Charlie Hayes caught the last out in '96. When they lost to the Indians the following year. How we thought this would last forever '98-'00. How we both felt like someone died in 2001. How we both jumped up out of our seats hugging each other and jumping up and down as if we won the game, when Aaron Boone hit the walk off against the Red Sox in Game 7. All the wins, all the losses, all the excitement. He was my best friend. He supported me in my toughest time, and did the best thing to keep me clean without even knowing it... he got me addicted to loving baseball again. I miss him everyday, and will miss him during this and every baseball season. I could go on forever with this story, but I think you get the idea. This is why I love baseball.

Can You Freebase a Burrito? A True Story

Whenever my friends and I sit and talk about addiction, the conversation is almost never about drugs. It may start with drugs, but usually finds its way into how messed up we all are without them. After being clean for over a decade, sometimes, drugs seem so far away. However, addiction continues to wreak havoc in all our lives. I was told when I first got clean that drugs were just a symptom of my problem. That addiction will manifest itself in my life in so many ways. I figured that it would be in relationships, friendships, and such. But I never thought addiction would get me again... in the form of "The Grilled Stuffed Burrito" from Taco Bell.

It was a typical day at work. The clock was moving slow, boss was in a bad mood, and I was hung over from 2 nights of staying up late feeling sorry for myself. That's usually my addictions first attack... get me feeling sorry for myself, and I will surely begin thoughts that will sabotage my life. It keeps me tired and very obedient to negative desires. I decide that a little lunch will do me good, and I head out to the local Taco Bell. I see a sign for the "All New Grilled Stuffed Burrito - A large, warm, soft, flour tortilla wrapped around seasoned ground beef, hearty beans, seasoned rice, a blend of three cheeses - cheddar, pepper jack and mozzarella, creamy Pepper Jack sauce, and Fiesta Salsa, then grilled to perfection. (You can also upgrade this item with marinated and grilled all-white-meat chicken or authentic carne asada steak.)" I put the actual description to illustrate what sold me. Even writing this makes me salivate.

When I held this warm burrito that was grilled to perfection, I knew it was going to be great. When I took the first bite, I had the same thought that I had when I did my first line of cocaine, "Where have you been all my life?” There are no words to describe how delicious this was. How comforting it made me feel. I no longer felt sorry for myself, the day no longer dragged... I was full... and I felt good... real good... too good.

For the next 2 weeks I ate the burrito everyday at lunch. I changed it up a little, sometimes with hot sauce, sometimes with chicken or steak. Every combination, better than the next. Can I find a way to make this even better, more pure? Can I freebase a burrito? I was hooked, and I had no idea. One day my boss asked me what I was doing for lunch and I told him that I was going to get a burrito. He said, "Joe, I've noticed you have been eating that burrito a lot lately." I could only respond the way an addict in true denial does, "I'm alright, I got it under control."

Another week of daily burrito consumption went by. The only outward sign of this affecting my life was the massive accumulation of hours I was wasting in the bathroom. There was only two explanations for this... either the daily doses of burritos, or the onslaught of Dysentery. Thankfully, I was living alone at the time, and had to explain myself to no one. My downward spiral was on, addiction had me in its clutches, and I chose to ignore all negative signs.

A few days later I found myself on the road for a TV shoot and hours away from any hook ups for my current "food of choice". I wasn't panicked because I knew this was a national chain. I asked the guy I was working for if he knew where I could find any. He said that he didn't think there was any in the area. From that moment on obsession grabbed me and wouldn't let go. Knowing that there weren't any in the area, made my cravings for one all the more strong. I would have compromised myself at that moment, just to smell one... or know that one was near. I frantically found a computer and Googled it. I found one 30 minutes away. Can I drive 30 minutes and make it back in time for our shoot? I had to try. I printed out the directions and left without telling anyone. I was in full addict mode on the way to his fix.

Any addict will tell you, that the act of going to get your stuff is always the best part. The anticipation is exhilarating. You run through all the scenarios of how great it will be once you get it. Will I get chicken, beef, or steak? Hot or mild sauce? Should I not get a drink so I could savor the flavor for hours? I was insane. I was speeding and looking out for police so I didn't get pulled over. I had not one second to give if I wanted to get back in time. Then, on my left, in the distance, I saw the purple sign with the big yellow Bell. I even turned down my radio for full concentration. My stomach started moving and growling in anticipation of the greasy goodness that was about to be had. As I approached I saw a no left turn sign and that the u-turn was a quarter mile up the road. I couldn't risk it so I pulled a screeching left, cutting off a car and found myself in the drive thru window. I ordered my burrito and pulled into the back corner of the parking lot. As I unwrapped, I noticed that it was not grilled. Not Grilled! But that's what makes it so great! That was the difference between that and lesser burritos on the menu. I was furious! But, I couldn't go argue with them to get another. It was lunch time and busy. I would have been late for the shoot. I looked at myself in the rear view mirror. As I was about to say to myself... 'Do you believe this?'... I paused. I looked at myself, and for the first time had a moment of clarity. I saw it all clear...and I was ashamed. I figured I would take a few breaths and calm down. I would eat this burrito and then stop... for good. As I placed this big, fat, greasy, devil in my mouth I started to cry. I couldn't even bite it. I looked to my left and saw a family staring at me. There I was, a young man with years of recovery from drugs, shamefully weeping in his car, with a burrito in his mouth. The woman asked me, "Is everything OK?”Without even taking the burrito out of my mouth I said, "I don't know." She quickly got her family away from me. I shamefully ate the burrito, and got back to my shoot in time.

When I got home that night I started to get honest with my sponsor about what I’ve been up to. We talked about the power of addiction and in all the ways in can affect us. I am proud to say that I went a whole year without the grilled stuffed burrito. My sponsor said it was unnecessary for me to give it up totally. It wasn't the burrito that was the problem. I just came to it in a vulnerable time in my life and that went out of control. He knew I was in a better frame of mind now. I decided to go get one and see what happened. Though I wanted one, when I got there, I felt like it was an old relationship that hurt me. Even though it wasn't the burritos fault, I thought it was best I stay away. I decided to look forward with my life, try something new. I went for the "Spicy Chicken Burrito - A warm, soft, flour tortilla wrapped around shredded chicken that has been slow simmered in authentic Mexican spices, seasoned rice, creamy Jalapeño sauce, and Fiesta Salsa." It sounded good... real good... too good. So, I did what any addict with clarity does when confronted with that strong an urge and doesn't know what to do... I got the hell out of there.

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Insomnia

*This is a Blog I wrote back in February 2006*

Insomnia

The insomnia I have been experiencing seriously sucks. It makes me exhausted all day and I cant wait to get home. I think I will sleep because I have been dragging my ass all day. But when I get home... nothing. I just lay in bed thinking. I think way too much. I think I might think myself into a brain aneurysm one night... I think.

Then I try to get the computer to make me tired and it does. So I roll to bed and nothing. I figure I will try a book, but then I pick a book that makes me think about other shit. So, I put the book away and figure I will watch TV. I'll put on something that sucks so bad that I cant help but fall asleep. So I find some infomercial with some tube that cooks pasta and vegetables with hot steam instantly. It looks cool, but I feel that it would be an insult to my Italian Grandmother if I even thought about using it. You see, I cant even stop thinking about stupid shit like that.

But after the infomercial repeats itself for the 3rd time, I start to get bored and tired. As my eyes close and I finally start to dose off, I hear a commercial for a home defibrillator. Now my hypochondria sets in, and I need one. I am actually listening to my heart beat. I'm wondering if it will stop. Now I know I'm not getting any sleep. I keep looking at the alarm clock and calculating how much sleep I will get if I fall asleep at that moment. My hypochondria has now reinforced my insomnia and now I'm thinking way to damn much. Because now if I have a heart attack, I don't have a home defibrillator, and I still have a lot I want to do with my life. I'm tired... tired of thinking.... tired of not sleeping... tired of being tired. I thought blogging would work, but it has not. Because now I'm thinking what you will think when you read this blog. I'm such a mess. Can anyone relate?

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