The Paparazzi Need To Be Held Accountable…….Finally!

10 Jul

The quote from the police officer is at the root of the problem. “You give up your right to privacy when you become a celebrity.” This is what was said to Justin Beiber when he was pulled over for speeding while attempting to elude overly aggressive paparazzi. “You give up your right to privacy when you become a celebrity.” Are you kidding me? How is that possible? How is it that the people in charge of upholding the law and protecting everyone equally, have somehow developed a skewed view about how the law applies to famous people?

Now let me be clear. I’m not some celebrity worshipper, least of all, a Justin Beiber fan, but I am also not a person who thinks that these people deserve no sympathy just because they’re rich and famous. They are human beings, who should be protected by the same laws that every other person is. Yet, the paparazzi are able to violate the privacy of these people everyday, without fear of prosecution.

Where in the law books is the chapter on loss of privacy rights? Where does it say that it is legal to photograph people through the windows of their homes, as long as they are famous, but if you do it to your sisters best friend, you go to jail? Where does it say it is legal to invade a persons personal space by standing in front of them and blocking their ability to go where they want, or get into their vehicle, but if you do this to a stranger on the street, you would be arrested for intimidation? Where does it say it is legal to hide in bushes or follow someone in your car, with a bunch of other people, surround a person with those vehicles, and prevent them from going anywhere, but if you do that to a high school principal, everyone involved is going to jail?

I understand that being famous does have some privacy issues that are to be expected. Being interupted at dinner by a fan. People photographing you while you are out in public. Knowing that anything you do, that can be seen by other people, is going to make news. These things are expected and generally acceptable. This is because the people who do these things are, for the most part, fans.

However, thanks to the people of the world who are celebrity sycophants, and spend millions of dollars per year on every mag and rag at the checkout counter, demand has gone through the roof. It gets worse every year, and the celebrities rights are being violated more and more. It’s criminal. Literally. Yet, it takes something completey outrageous by the paparazzi before the law ever gets involved. I still don’t understand why that is.

The argument I often hear is that the celebrities need the paparazzi, so that’s why they don’t raise a stink. My response to that is, and always will be, who cares what the celebrities want. If the police know that someone beats their wife, the wife has no say about whether or not charges are filed. If you break the law, you break the law. Period! So what gives?

I’m really beginning to think that it’s all about jealousy and envy. ‘They’ have it so much better than ‘me’, so big deal if they have to deal with the paparazzi. How many people could utter those words after Lady Di was killed while trying to escape overly aggressive paparazzi? Nobody. As usual though, that’s old news now, and we are right back to no one caring. It’s ridiculous and I just do not understand why it continues to happen. I think it’s only a matter of time before a celebrity dies, or even more likely, kills one of the paparazzi. Either by accident, or on purpose. Oh yeah, I said on purpose. I must admit, that’s the one that I would like to see. Call me a jerk all you want, but anyone who chooses to be a paparazzi for a living is not high on my list of honorable people. Believe me, it would definitely be one of the real scumbags of the paparazzi who would get it.

Ultimately, it would be nice if law enforcement, and the courts, would just do their jobs and treat paparazzi the same way that every other person would be treated for doing the same things. It seems pretty simple. You may give up SOME of your privacy when you become a celebrity, but you don’t deserve to have the rest of it TAKEN from you.

Reggie Jackson Can Suck It!!

6 Jul

It has been nearly a year since I sat down and wrote my first blog. For every subject I have written about, there are 3 that I have not. Usually this is due to a lack of time or just a lack of passion to write at that moment. Every once in a while, I will see or hear something that reminds me about a topic I have been dying to write about, and it motivates me to finally do it. Today, is one of those days.

Yesterday, my buddy Dave posted a link on facebook to a story in which Reggie Jackson was commenting on current Hall of Famers that he didn’t necessarily believe deserved to be in. On its surface I was only slightly miffed by his comments because I have always considered him a guy who overvalues himself. This is not to say that I think he doesn’t deserve to be in the Hall, but merely that he benefited from longevity, and playing for good teams. However, as I read the list of names he considered to be questionable, I saw a name that made me want to knock his old, arrogant ass out. That name was Jim Rice.

Before I drop some knowledge on everyone reading this blog, let me clearly state that Jim Rice was my childhood hero. I know by admitting that I am compromising my integrity, but I assure every reader that I will bring nothing but facts to my commentary. If you come away from this blog with the feeling that it was biased, please feel free to stick it to me in the comments section. I can take it. Here we go.

Both players saw their first action at age 21. Although neither of them played much, Jackson had nearly twice as many at bats as Rice, 118-67, yet only 3 more hits. Rice had a better average, on base percentage, and slugging percentage. They both had 1 homerun. Jackson had more double and triples. I only mention these numbers because it establishes the trend that exist when you compare these 2 players.

In their first full seasons in the league, Rices stats destroy Jacksons. They had roughly the same amount of at bats, yet Reggie only beat Rice in 4 catagories. HR: 29-22, 3B: 6-4, BB: 50-36, and SO: 171-122. Rice led in Avg, Hits, RBI, Runs, OBP, & SLG%. Rice had one of the 10 best offensive rookie seasons in the last 40 years and the only reason he finished 2nd for rookie of the year was because his teammate, Fred Lynn, actually had a better rookie year. He also finished 3rd in MVP voting……AS A ROOKIE! To be fair, Jackson finished 27th for MVP his rookie year. We are 2 years into these players careers and Rice had him beat in both. Time for more facts.

Over the next 11 seasons, the prime of their careers, Rice had much better numbers than Reggie. Avg: .307-.275, Hits: 1991-1561, RBI: 1174-1040, 3B: 45-27, while Reggie only lead Rice in HR: 339-328, and 2B: 306-300. Those 2 stats are very close in comparison to the ones that Rice led. Jackson did dominate one stat though. SO: 1389-1084. They both finished in the top 5 in MVP voting 5 times during these 11 years, both winning 1. Jackson was a 9 time All-Star, Rice made it 8 times. We all know that Reggie had some awesome playoff numbers, and I truly recognize those accomplishments, but he played on far better teams than Rice, and was able to showcase himself more often.

The real story here is the fact that after these 11 years, 13 years total in the league, Rice broke down and Reggie didn’t. Reggie racked up HR’s while batting below .255 in all but 2 of his last 8 seasons. He also racked up SO’s. He may have finished his career with 563 taters, but in his 21 years in the league, he finished with less RBI than Rice had in his 11 year prime. He only batted .300 once and in the .290′s two other times. If not for an injury plagued last season in the league, Rice would have finished as a lifetime .300 hitter, instead of .298. Reggies legend is well deserved but in their prime, Rice was the better player. No better example can be given than comparing their MVP seasons. Jackson finished with 32 HR’s, 117 RBI, & a .293 AVG. Rice had 46 HR’s, 139 RBI, & a .315 AVG. You tell me which one of those guys you would want on your team for a decade? Call me a homer all you want, but only a Yankee suck up would choose Reggies 10 best years over Rices. AND THAT’S WHY HE’S IN THE HALL, JACKASS!!!!!

No Better Time Than The Present

20 Jun

As I am due for a sports topic, I figured today was as good a day as any. So, here goes.

It is my opinion that the NFL needs to find a way to completely, and properly, realign the entire league. I know this sounds sacreligious, because people don’t want to break up divisional rivalries that have been going on for years, but how can you rationalize the Dallas Cowboys being in the NFC East, or the Colts being in the AFC South? Furthermore, it is my contention that no 2 teams from the same state should be in the same division, unless there are more than 2 teams from that state. i.e. Florida and California. The only unique decision I had to make on realignment was keeping Kansas City and Saint Louis in the West and putting Dallas in the South, with Houston. The reason this is a little unique is because Dallas and Houston are both further West than Saint Louis and Kansas City. This has to be done because next to the West, the South is the region with the second least amount of teams to pick from.

I tried as hard as I could to keep current divisions as intact as possible. However, I did not let long standing rivalries dictate anything. If the Cowboys can leave the NFC East, than the Lions can leave the NFC North. With that said, here is a current map of the locations and divisions of the entire NFL.

Now, you get a clear view of how out of place Dallas and Indianapolis are, but you can also see that Miami looks out of place, too. As does Baltimore. You can also make an argument that Buffalo belongs in the AFC North. In the end, both the AFC and NFC West remain untouched. 4 of the remaining 6 divisions have only 1 change. It is the AFC East and North that have the biggest alterations, as I have 2 teams from the AFC North moving to the AFC East. Additionally, to keep with my philosophy that 2 teams from the same state should be in the same division, but different conferences, I had to have 1 team from Ohio go to the NFC. That meant moving a team from the black and blue division to the AFC. I felt that Detroit was the low man on the totem pole in that division, so they were the one to go. So, this is how I think it should look.

AFC

EAST. NORTH. SOUTH. WEST

NYJ. IND. MIA. OAK
PIT. CIN. JAX. S.D.
BAL. DET. TEN. DEN
N.E. BUF. HOU. K.C.

NFC

EAST. NORTH. SOUTH. WEST

NYG. MIN. T.B. S.F.
PHI. CLE ATL SEA
WAS. CHI. N.O. ARI
CAR. G.B. DAL. STL

This format allows a rivalry like the Steelers and the Ravens to remain intact, while simultaneously putting them in the East, just like their natural local rivals in the NFC, Philly and Washington. If you use your minds eye to look at the map above with these changes in mind, you will see no overlapping of colors.

I know that this will never happen, but it should. The NFL could use some new rivalries. Having lived in Dallas for 4 years I can attest to the fact that the Cowboys and Saints would be an awesome rivalry. The AFC East would be the best division in football. Carolina would benefit, financially, playing against the big markets of the Northeast. All in all, I just think it would be a nice shake up for a very successful league that is only in the headlines for safety and lawsuits right now. If it happens, just remember where you heard it first. ;-)

If Only It Were Possible

12 Jun

I stole this from a blog called, ironically, Jeff Likes to Rant. Well done, Jeff. Love it.

Dear Red States,

We’re ticked off at the way you’ve treated California, and we’ve decided we’re leaving. We intend to form our own country, and we’re taking the other Blue States with us. In case you aren’t aware, that includes Hawaii, Oregon, Washington, Minnesota, Wisconsin, Michigan, Illinois and the entire Northeast. We believe this split will be beneficial to the nation, and especially to the people of the new country of New California.

To sum up briefly: You get Texas, Oklahoma and all the slave states. We get stem cell research and the best beaches. We get Elliot Spitzer. You get Ken Lay. We get the Statue of Liberty. You get OpryLand. We get Intel and Microsoft. You get WorldCom. We get Harvard. You get Ole’ Miss. We get 85 percent of America’s venture capital and entrepreneurs. You get Alabama. We get two-thirds of the tax revenue; you get to make the red states pay their fair share. Since our aggregate divorce rate is 22 percent lower than the Christian Coalition’s, we get a bunch of happy families. You get a bunch of single moms. Please be aware that Nuevo California will be pro-choice and anti-war, and we’re going to want all our citizens back from Iraq at once. If you need people to fight, ask your evangelicals. They have kids they’re apparently willing to send to their deaths for no purpose, and they don’t care if you don’t show pictures of their children’s caskets coming home.

With the Blue States in hand, we will have firm control of 80 percent of the country’s fresh water, more than 90 percent of the pineapple and lettuce, 92 percent of the nation’s fresh fruit, 95 percent of America’s quality wines (you can serve French wines at state dinners) 90 percent of all cheese, 90 percent of the high tech industry, most of the U.S. low-sulfur coal, all living redwoods, sequoias and condors, all the Ivy and Seven Sister schools, plus Harvard, Yale, Stanford, Cal Tech and MIT.

With the Red States, on the other hand, you will have to cope with 88 percent of all obese Americans (and their projected health care costs), 92 percent of all U.S. mosquitoes, nearly 100 percent of the tornadoes, 90 percent of the hurricanes, 99 percent of all Southern Baptists, virtually 100 percent of all televangelists, Rush Limbaugh, Bob Jones University, Clemson and the University of Georgia. We get Hollywood and Yosemite, thank you.

Additionally, 38 percent of those in the Red states believe Jonah was actually swallowed by a whale, 62 percent believe life is sacred unless we’re discussing the death penalty or gun laws, 44 percent say that evolution is only a theory, 53 percent think that Saddam was involved in 9/11 and 61 percent of you crazy bastards believe you are people with higher morals than we lefties. By the way, we have all the good pot, too. You can have that dirt weed they grow in Mexico.

— Anonymous in California

When???

5 Jun

When will WiFi be free EVERYWHERE?

When will our politicians stop sucking so bad?

When will people, outside of Miami, begin rooting for the Heat? Oh wait….NEVER!!

When will I get to sleep with Monica Bellucci? Oh wait….NEVER!!

When will people stop underestimating the Celtics?

When will my ship finally come in?

When will bigots stop using religion to hide their hatred of gays?

When will Jason Plaud try out for Americas Got Talent?

When is the Queen of England going to die?

When are Americans going to stop caring about the Royal Family?

When is Kim Kardashian going to take a break from famous dick?

When will ANY city be as good a sports city as Boston?

THE HOPPAH? THE HOPPAH!!!!

When will climate change cause an utterly unthinkable catastrophe?

When will my wife find a job in Boston?

When is someone finally going to expose the corruption in the NBA?

When will someone knock out Rush Limbaugh?

When will the next American Civil War happen? It’s inevitable people.

When will Brad and Angelina finally get married?

When, if ever, will they make a sequel to The Italian Job?

When, if ever, will they stop making James Bond movies? Hopefully, never!

When will there ever be another show as good as LOST?

When will the right come back towards the middle?

When is 5G coming?

When do we finally make “contact”?

When will Cowboy fans realize that their team is no longer relevant?

When is the longest day of the year?

When are people going to stop saying two thousand twelve? It’s twenty twelve. I wasn’t born in one thousand nine hundred seventy. Get with it people.

When are we going to stop using the death of a guy, who was no different than me, to determine what year it is?

When is ESPN going to become credible again?

When will we have a great American heavyweight champion again?

When will a police department ever just admit an officers wrong doing, and prosecute him?

When will my dog stop barking for stupid reasons?

When will ALL my Facebook friends “like” my blogs, so I can get more followers? It’s not that hard folks. ;-)

When is Jane going to sleep with Lisben?

When is the leaning tower just going to fall over?

When will someone discover the cure for old age?

When will they stop letting Magic Johnson talk at halftime? Dude is aweful.

When will they finally find a successful show for Christian Slater to star in?

When is someone finally going to find something alien in the Great Pyramids? Maybe an iPad 22 or Tupac and Elvis playing dice.

When will I write something that gets me discovered?

When did Nelly Furtado get kinda heavy?

When will the Matrix be a reality? That may be an oxymoron.

When will this country get its head out of its ass?

When will EVERYONE have the same rights?

When will my back pain go away?

When can I start getting $35 in my account if my bank screws up?

When will I do a blog like this again?

A Mothers Day Blog To My Big 4.

13 May

I couldn’t possible let Mothers Day go by without saying something about the Mothers in my life, and what they mean to me. So here goes.

To Susan Young, my biological Mother:

You gave me life, then you gave me life experiences. When we moved to Oregon in 1975, and then Idaho in ’78, I didn’t like it very much, yet you still found all kinds of things to make things interesting. Camping, fishing, skiing, and great road trips. When I turned 11 and I wanted to move back to live with my Dad, you made it happen. I know that could not have been easy. When I reached high school age, and got great at baseball, I would always pass up playing all-stars in the summer to come see you. When I got to be 16 and decided that I really wanted to stay and play, you understood. Another decision that could not have been easy. The next year you came to Boston, for the first time in years, to see me graduate. It was great having you here. After you left you were diagnosed with M.S. That was nearly 24 years ago. In that time I have seen you go through the ups and downs related to the disease. Through it all you have always been a fighter. Refusing to let it beat you or define you. A fact that anyone who really knows you would ever doubt. Unfortunately, during this time period we have seen each other a whole lot less. Life can do that sometimes when people live so far apart. It has only been with my move to Dallas that we have had the chance to see each other every year. I am so grateful for that. I know that we haven’t exactly had a typical Mother/Son relationship, but I have always felt your love reaching out to me, no matter where in the world we were. Just know that my love for you was always doing the same thing.

To Madeline Chick, my Step-Mother:

Where do I start? In the beginning I would consider our relationship to be somewhat indifferent. We got along pretty well, and had some real fun together, but there was always a little something missing. Even today, I’m really not sure what it was, but something was absent. Then I reached my teens and everything went to hell. At the time I was convinced it was all you, but now I can say it was likely all me. Somehow, no matter how badly we got along, you still managed to have some semblance of faith that I would turn things around. How you did it is beyond explanation. I was a complete dumbass and I’m surprised you didn’t just choke the shit outta me. Thankfully you didn’t and I actually did start to wise up. Somewhere along the way I began to realize how much I loved and respected you. You were my Mom, not my Step-Mom. In many ways, you did more to mold me as a human being than my real Mom, because I had spent so much more of my life with you. Before long, we began to build a strong relationship and now it is about as good as it gets. I am truly appreciative of all the lessons I have learned from you. The easy ones and the hard ones. I hope you know that I cannot imagine having a Mother any better than you. I love you with all my heart and always will. You’re the best.

To Nedra Griffin, my Mother-in-Law:

Gigi. There are so many things that you have done that I am so thankful for. We met in the 90′s but by no means had any type of relationship. You were just Alicia’s Mom. Then she moved to Boston to be with me and things changed. I remember when you would call to talk to Alicia. I would see your number on the caller id and I would always answer the phone instead of just handing it to her. I truly enjoyed that 1-2 minutes of banter we would have before you guys would talk. You always cracked me up. I used to think that you had some Boston DNA in you because you could drop an F-bomb with the best of ‘em, and your sarcasm was spot on. Not typical traits from a Texan. Ever since we moved to Dallas in ’08, you have done more for my family than I can ever thank you for. From letting us stay with you during our transitional periods, to taking care of Quentin and Addison on nearly an everyday basis. I know it has not been easy for you at all, but you’ve done it anyway. Quite honestly, I don’t know where we would have been without you. When other men bitch and moan about their Mother-in-Laws, I rave about you to anyone who asks, and that’s no bullshit. I am honored to have you in my life and I love you dearly.

To Alicia Chick, Mother of my Children:

I don’t think it’s any secret what I think of you. You are my wife, my friend, my world. More importantly, you have given me 2 unbelievable children, while also assuming many motherly duties with Aidan. For someone who had no parental experience when she came to Boston, you definitely hit the ground running and learned on the fly. Together we learned the do’s and don’t of parenting very quickly. When it came to having our own child, I knew you would do great. I can still remember you waking me up at 6am on Thanksgiving morning, in 2006, to tell me you were pregnant. You were officially a Mother. It’s been over 5 years since that day and you are proving to be excellent at it. I love when I am watching them and one of them does something that reminds me of you. It always puts a smile on my face. You are engaging, smart, and caring and that is constantly apparent when I see the way our children are maturing. You always remember the little things and are quick to quietly remind me when I am not doing something I should. You are stern, but fair, and your children always come first, as it should be. On the flip side, your kids absolutely adore you with every fiber of their being. Seeing the complete joy in their eyes when you would come home from work everyday. Every. Single. Day. Simply awesome. You are everything that a Mom should be. You do a phenomenal job and I am so happy to know that our children have a Mother like you. I love you, Babe. You’re the best.

HAPPY MOTHERS DAY

Now You’re A Man, But You’re Still My Son.

26 Apr

Today is April 26th, 2012. 18 years ago today I was privileged to welcome Aidan Carruth-McKay Chick into the world. He was my first child, and quite possibly the individual most responsible for the person I am today. Not necessarily because of anything he did, but simply for just being my son. On this day, his 18th birthday, I would like to take the time to point out some things that have happened in those 18 years. Some are significant and others are very matter of fact, but ultimately they are all memories that I will never lose.

The day you were born I was a 23-year-old dumbass. I didn’t know a damn thing about what it was going to be like to watch your mother give birth. You were already about 3 weeks late and so your mom had to be induced. We had waited all day for her to go into labor, so when it finally happened I was ready to go. I can’t recall how long it took for you to pop out, but when you did it was about the most insane thing I had ever seen in my life. Thanks to the internet, it is no longer in the top 10. When the nurse pulled you out, cut the cord, and cleaned you off, you had the most ridiculous conehead. It was so bad, I thought something was wrong with you. Of course, it was completely normal, and within a couple of days you stopped looking like an alien. It was a long, hard day on your mom, but by days end, you were both resting nicely. So began the journey.

For your 6th birthday we took a trip to Dallas. This would be the first time you would meet Alicia. We drove to San Antonio for the weekend and went to Six Flags and Sea World. I still remember the fact that you were actually tall enough to ride most everything. For cryin’ out loud, you were only 6. We hit your first real roller coaster and had a blast. I still have the pic to prove it. Later we did the lazy river ride and managed to stay dry. Well, when I say we, I mean you and me. Alicia got soaked by the big bucket dump. Too bad for her. 30 minutes later we stood on the bridge at the bottom of the flume and got completely annihilated by the splash. If I had not been holding on to you, I think it would have blown your butt right off the bridge. The whole weekend went great. Our first true father/son event. Awesome.

A year and a half later, we made the first official trip to D.C. to celebrate Thanksgiving with my Moms side of the family. It was the first time I had seen my grandparents in almost 10 years, and probably 15 since I had seen my Uncle, Aunt and cousins. I was so happy to have you with me for that trip. The whole weekend was excellent and your behavior was fantastic. I could not have been a prouder Dad. When we drove back to Boston, we went at night to avoid traffic. You tried so hard to stay awake through the night, but unfortunately, you didn’t pull it off. I look back at that ride home and still remember that hilarious song parody we heard on the radio………”Put it in a frame, and hang it on the wall.” I have never been able to find that song on the internet. Man, we laughed so hard. It was perfect.

Around your 10th birthday, we decided to get a dog. After lots of searching, we had finally chosen one. In the days leading up to getting him, we had all picked a name we each liked. Alicia wanted Toby. I wanted Fenway. You wanted Dallas. We were going to decide when we got home on which name to go with. On the way back from picking him up in N.H., we had to stop at the pet store to get all the things we were going to need. While Alicia was in the back of the store, you spotted a tag maker at the front of the store. You grabbed me and told me we needed to get him a tag. I told you we couldn’t get one until we officially decided on a name. Without missing a beat, you said that you would vote for Fenway then. It made perfect sense to me, so the tag was made. When we got in line to pay and Alicia saw the tag, she wanted to know what happened to the vote. Again, without missing a beat, you said there’s no need to vote because you’re gonna lose 2 to 1 anyway. We now had a 4th member in the Chick clan. We should have named him Stupid.

Then came my wedding day. You were my best man. You looked amazing in your tux. I was so glad that I chose you. I couldn’t think of a better way to show you how much you meant to me, on the most important day of my life. Virtually everyone who attended the wedding said something positive to me about you. How mature you were being. How handsome you looked. How happy I looked to have you there, by my side. It was phenomenal. I don’t think that I had ever loved you more than I did that day. You truly made my day complete in every way, and I could not have been more elated. We were now a family.

In addition to these few specific events, there have been numerous other, but no less important memories. The day you finally figured out how to block a shot in basketball, and then proceeded to swat the crap outta every ball that any kid on the other team attempted to shoot. I thought you were a star in the making, but sports just wasn’t really up your alley. All the days of listening to you get better and faster at playing Smoke on the Water on your guitar. Then listening as you actually started having a play list of songs you knew. It saddens me that you have drifted away from the guitar. I think you were most at peace when you were playing. However, just like the sports, I never forced you to do anything you didn’t want to do. You deserve to make your own decisions, even if I don’t always agree with them.

So, now you’re 18 years old. It’s almost impossible to believe how fast you got here, but you’re here. I just want you to know that even though the road has been a little more than rough along the way, I will never judge you for being who you want to be. I just hope that you will always value my advice and won’t be afraid to ask for it…….ever. The world is what you make of it, and your word is your bond. Don’t be untrustworthy, work hard, and always be there for the people you value most, and sometimes for people you don’t even know. Loyalty is the backbone to a life well lived. I am confident that your future is bright. I am proud of you, and I love you very much. Happy Birthday.

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