Break.

First off, I love to write.






I have been writing (for free) on the internet for almost 10 years. It all started with reviews for IMDB in 2004—with Ace Ventura: Pet Detective being my first review. I have written over 200 reviews for IMDB, and over 500 articles amongst my 3 blogs in Blogspot.



So as you can see, I love to write.



However…I can’t continue, not for now.




Life happens sometimes. Every once in a while it drains all your dreams, aspirations, momentum, drive, and desires. It happens to the best of us, it happens to the worst of us. It happens on different periods of your life, it is guaranteed. You can try to hide from it, you can try to avoid it, you can try to take on confrontation head-on. Or you can cower from it. But the inevitable is, you will run into rocky time periods. And now I have hit it.

On a creative standpoint, I am hitting rock bottom.


My motivation to continue these three blogs has disappeared. To figure out why, it would require hours of ranting, hours of screaming, and hours of psychoanalysis and I just don’t have the energy to explain. But the inevitable has arrived, and I find myself opening up these pages with the biggest case of writer’s block this side of the hemisphere.


In writing, you need time, you need space, and you truly need a drive. You don’t get help when you write, this isn’t one of those types of hobbies that allows for you to seek help and pass the baton temporarily. Anyone can give you tips, but it is all up to you to tackle the work you are writing. Writing is you versus the prose. Writing is you alone against the empty canvas. If you don’t have it, you don’t have it. It is a tough, brutal, sadistic battle.


So I am taking a true blue break. I have taken breaks in the past, but they were always short-lived, they were always brief, and they never truly became breaks. This one is legit. This is the real deal. I have nothing. I have absolutely nothing left to give.


How long is this break amongst the three blogs going to be? No idea. I want to say that I will start again next January with the new year, with a fresh new start. But I truly don’t know. It pains me to do this, and I want this stretch to end as quickly and as swiftly as humanely possible. But I can’t guarantee anything. Maybe I am walking away from all this. I don’t know. It may seem silly now, but I see a blank space in the coming months. I don’t see much ahead.



In simple terms, I don't have the drive, the edge, the "eye of the tiger" to continue this....for now.



I have nothing left. For now.


We shall see in 2014 if the drive comes back.


Until then, take care. Thanks for reading, thanks for participating, thanks for putting up with me, and hopefully down the road I can continue this hobby.







I hope.













Goodbye.

A Night at the Opera: 9/10

The comic timing of the one-liner is a lost art, and there are very few in the cinematic field that has that special delivery.

A Night at the Opera should be the how-to guide for all aspiring actors that want to pursue the skill. But it's more than just the quick-paced jokes and subtle innuendo, Night at the Opera is arguably the most complete Marx Brothers film as we get a combination of opera, romance, comedy, music, and best of all each Brother having their chance to shine on the big screen. With a plot to loosely tie in all the mayhem this is one of the best films of the early cinema era.

This movie follows the brothers playing a manager, a dresser, and a good friend of an aspiring singer running into each other as an opera in New York is about to be underway. Unlike most Marx Brothers movies which usually featured a take-no-prisoners approach, this time the chaos is unveiled to combat the villains in the story. This gives the Marx Brothers an actual dosage of humility and allows us to actually root for them as opposed to feel sorry for all the innocents that get trampled by their insanity.

Like the best of comedies, you get a little bit of everything: dialogue humor, physical humor, subtle humor, visual humor, and of course all the hilarious innuendo of Groucho Marx. And although the romantic subplot and the operatic moments might be a bit much, it at least gives us a chance to breathe and relax after the machine gunfire of jokes that the Brothers can through in a limited amount of time. There is clearly a better director/writing combination to catch the Marx lightning in celluloid.

The talent of the Marx Brothers is on full display here, and if you ever want to truly see what they are capable of, this film is their best example. Groucho's comic timing is amongst the best in film history. Harpo and Chico are excellent with the physical stunts and can play a mean piano. And just wait until you see Harpo have his fun with a harp in the middle of a musical interlude.

Not just a great comedy, but one of the best in the history of the medium. A Night in the Opera starts out strong, rushes through with great bit after great bit, and finishes off with a great climax that displays excellent cinematography, stuntwork, and physical humor that has made the Marx Brothers a staple in American comedy. It ages well, holds up well, and remains a gem after all these years.

The Smoke and Mirrors of the 2013 Tampa Bay Rays

Denial.



No way. That’s it? Its over? Really? So soon? Impossible. I must be dreaming. Just a couple months ago the Rays looked like the best team in all of baseball. Just a couple months ago it looked like nobody could stop us. A few months ago the offense unexpectedly was going nuts and was complimenting the lights-out starting pitching. At one point Joe Maddon was forced to bring out relievers on a pointless game just to give them some action in a ballgame since there were so many complete games being thrown. So the truth is, no, this is not happening.


Anger.



NOT FAIR!!! WHY!?!?!?!!?!?!??! Why against the Red Sox?!?!!? Why at Tropicana Field? Never mind that, why in the heck are we still playing in Tropicana Field? The downright worst ballpark in America, the only ballpark stuck in the 80s, the only ballpark that actually openly contributed to a loss on the home team!!!!! Not another empty year!!!! Not a single championship in its entire history. All I want is one. And then we can give one to the Cubs, Pirates, Mariners, and Nationals. Well…not the Nationals.

But perhaps this is karma, because of our AWFUL FANS. 90+ wins, and still last in attendance? I know our stadium is a crock of nonsense, but Oakland has a major sewage issue and managed to draw more fans. Miami has an owner that is obviously screwing over the entire area of South Florida and they drew more fans. The Astros have a combined record of 162-324 in the last three seasons (They have only won 1/3rd of their games) since 2011 and still draw more fans than the Rays. The organization is heavily invested in charities, giveaways, and always has a staff of likable players. Surely fans should reward the team with at least a couple visits to the Trop, right?

Tampa Bay has a population of over 4 million people, and 20% of them being in the 18-34 range. Surely the Trop can do better than just 1.5 million visitors. They have to. We are going to lose this team in five years, and it will be YOUR FAULT Tampa! Not mine, because I made four treks over to St. Petersburg this year. I did my share. Ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. P.S. There are teams in the 1950s that obtained more fans than the Rays. Honestly, do the research.


Bargaining



I will trade David Price for just the mere opportunity of a new stadium or a move to Orlando. I will trade my soul for the destruction of Tropicana Field. I will trade Roberto Hernandez for a bag of potato chips. I will trade Jeremy Hellickson for a banana. I will trade Fernando Rodney for some of the late-inning pitchers of the past---Soriano, Balfour, Benoit even.



Depression                                                                      



What’s the point? I have pointed this out in years prior, in baseball a great fanbase is honestly essential towards the path to success. And yes awful fanbases like the Rays make the playoffs, but the last time a team won the World Series without much of a fever from the home crowd was the Florida Marlins in the 2003 season (#28 in attendance). Some can argue White Sox in 2005, but 28,000 a game during a tough economical period isn’t half bad.

But honestly, how can this franchise go the next step if the fans won’t support it, the city politicians doesn’t want the scenario to improve without doing some stupid expensive moves, and MLB might move the franchise altogether within the next decade? How can the Rays possibly maintain this level of success with so much uncertainty? Am I a fool for following such a sluggishly-supported franchise, potentially knowing that they might cease to exist soon? It’s not like they are the Brooklyn Dodgers that shockingly moved despite amazing attendance.

We could never obtain the heights of Red Sox Nation, Yankees Universe, Redbird Nation, Lovable Losers, Bleeding Dodger Blue, among others.


So what’s the point?

Down the road, all our starting pitchers will move elsewhere, all our rising stars will head elsewhere, we are going to lose David Price in the off-season, we will not be able to afford certain breakout stars like James Loney, and ultimately we are going to reply on begging, borrowing, and dealing for the next several years until we get a major change whether by ownership, stadium, or city.


What’s the point?





Acceptance




And this is where I stand today, on the final step of grief. It has taken me a while to collect my thoughts and write about this simply because once again I had invested so much to this team, and I was so thirsty for a World Series berth and a World Series win---dreams I knew would happen if all the gears had been in motion like we had anticipated. If the young pitchers had matured a bit, if Longoria took it to the next level, and Maddon maintained his crazy methods, why wouldn’t we be the Beasts of the AL East?

Unfortunately the gears all moved in different intervals, and never together. When Longoria got hot, the offense was cold. When the pitchers were on fire, the offense got even colder. When the offense was persistent, the bullpen faltered. And in the final month of the season, it was a microcosm of the entire year as the offense couldn’t deliver in the clutch, the bullpen ran out of steam, the young defense was making some game-changing mistakes, and the starters with its relatively young cast was struggling to succeed under the September pressure.

And of course, the fans didn’t support this team either, and the grumblings towards this issue was expanding to the MLB front office and even Bud Selig. One can only imagine how Tampa would play and look if it had gotten the backing similar to how the Cardinals fans treat their players—especially the younglings.


But no more talk about the fans, because I know by now you are sick of it. And I have written about this issue so many times before.


Now we are coming to the main issue of the Tampa Bay Rays: we aren’t a very good team. We have absolutely no right to have ever entered the postseason, and this has always been the case since the 2011 season when we lost the incredible core of the 2007-2010 players. We have no right to have over 90 wins--------again. As a Rays fan I am allowed to be upset by not beating the Red Sox (Because I personally can’t stand that squad), but this will cloud the fact that the cluster of players we have at the helm could never succeed in any other city (Except maybe St. Louis, that can make gold out of lemons).

Rodney is an extremely inconsistent pitcher that lacks a consistent delivery---even though 2012 showed the potential he can bring to the sport. Longoria’s first major season that lacked a time-crunching injury shows that he has yet to truly enter the next level of offense, even if his mere presence and outstanding defense is the heart and soul of the Rays. The best batter on the team was James Loney, a player that was rejected by practically all of baseball—and he bats better away from Tampa.

Jose Molina is an expected out. Jeremy Hellickson has been figured out by the rest of the league. Matt Moore pitches 80 times before inning 4. David Price cannot pitch in the postseason. Roberto Hernandez is pure misery. Desmond Jennings has yet to step out of Carl Crawford’s shadow. Sam Fuld is an extremely hard-working man that can never bat over .200. Jake McGee has ONE PITCH. Matt Joyce has offense swings like the Hulk has mood swings. Wil Myers is talented but at times has the demeanor of a poor man’s Robinson Cano (Which has resulted in many defensive gaffes). And lastly there’s Luke Scott being……………Luke Scott.

This team’s performance does not match their win total at all. So the question is how, and why can a team with three straight years of having the worst batting average meshed in with such swings of inconsistency land a Wild Card berth? Two things: Joe Maddon and the contagious effort level of playing Rays baseball. Joe Maddon remains the best manager in baseball because he makes players look good, he disguises the weaknesses with strategic move after strategic move---ranging from the good to the pure crazy. The only reason the Rays won Game 3 was because Maddon actually did a double-switch, allowing for a rested Lobaton to smash a home run into the history books.

Joe Maddon takes bad players, throws them around, and transforms it into a winning situation. He gets only 5-6 innings out of most of his pitchers and manages to preserve the win most of the time. He will place players in absurd spots just to see if they can hit out of a slump. He will assign rookies to pitch and play during crucial games and crucial moments. And most amazingly, he does this without ever overusing the young players---keeping them fresh and healthy for the next season. Alex Torres is a great example of this, as he delivered a microscopic ERA while throwing enough innings to make his presence known.


In other words, under nearly any other manager, the Rays would be a 70-92 team guaranteed.


I accept the 2013 Tampa Bay Rays and the record they wound up with because we were never playing like a playoff-bound team; we just had many spurts of caliber baseball followed by lots of frustration. It has taken me a very long time to accept our run because I knew we were capable of more. I knew that if all the players were on top of their game simultaneously, then barely anybody could stop us. Just ask the Baltimore Orioles, New York Yankees, Texas Rangers, and Cleveland Indians---all teams we personally eliminated.

We survived back-to-back-to-back must-win games. We won four straight elimination games. We gave the Red Sox a pretty good fight (well…after Game 2 anyway). We honestly had the momentum in Boston up until Wil Myers letting go of that easy pop fly. Who knows what would have happened if he had made that catch. Dominating Matt Moore with just one runner on first and that first out being made? Totally different scenario as opposed to 2nd and 3rd with nobody out.

However the final step in overcoming grief involves acceptance, involves accepting the final outcome, involves finding some inner peace with the insane season of baseball that we experienced (which is still going crazy by the way, as the 2013 playoffs have been amazing). The Rays were a good team taken to new heights thanks to their crazy-yet-incredible manager that was eliminated by a deep talented team with destiny and redemption riding the wave. Just wasn’t our year again.




Just wait till’ next year baseball. The Rays shall attempt to rise again.





Just wait and see.






My other Rays end-season recaps.

2012 Rays Recap
2011 Rays Recap
2010 Rays Recap