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I am bored. School is over, well, for three weeks anyway. That is my summer vacation. It is Sunday night and I sit here at my desk, staring at my computer screen, waiting for it to come up with some sort of entertaining idea. Nothing.


I am bored. My social life right now is trivial. It often has been. I only have myself to blame. I cannot sit here and toil for friendship to come. I must pursue.

I am bored. For most of this day, I have done nothing. Go to church, yes. Do a few chores, yes. Play XBox, watch TV, watch a movie, eat, go on the computer? Yes. Now I sit here dabbling on with this ego-centric blog.

I am bored. My mind feels dull. A little numb, mostly dull.

I am bored.

Big Papi

In response to the naming of David Ortiz on the 2003 banned substance list, I wrote my reaction to the situation 3 weeks ago. I have now gotten around to posting it:


When I first heard that David Ortiz’s name had come up on the anonymous 2003 testing list, I was not surprised. I mean, he was a power hitter. Steroids give you power. Do the math! (I like math). It made sense. When the BoSox won their first world series in 86 years, it was largely in gratitude towards Manny Ramirez and David Ortiz. But then Manny tested positive for female fertility drugs (he would later cry that the media wasn’t considering his feelings). Soon, it wasn’t too far of a leap to be suspicious of Ortiz, if not already. But then Ortiz came out this preseason and condemned the use of steroids, saying,

“I would suggest everybody get tested, not random, everybody. You go team by team. You test everybody three, four times a year and that’s about it. Ban ‘em for the whole year. I know that if I test positive by using any kind of substance, I know that I’m going to disrespect my family, the game, the fans and everybody, and I don’t want to be facing that situation.”

People applauded him. Yay Papi!! Finally, someone said what we were all thinking (smiley face). Oh, what? David Ortiz's name is now on the 2003 banned substance list? Wwwhhaatt?? So now he was labeled as baseball’s biggest hypocrite. I, myself, couldn’t disagree with Big Papi’s preseason rant. As far as he knew, no one was going to find out about any banned substances. He had now given up the stuff (what ever that stuff was), and was clean. His slumping numbers clearly showed it. And so why not condemn the juice? Forget about the past! Testing was now too strict, and the consequences were too severe. So why not condemn anybody and everybody for being dumb enough to still use.

But on July 30, 2009, David Ortiz got his hand caught in the cookie jar. He inevitably condemned himself and became the new victim of the “steroid” test leaking. But of course, Ortiz said he never took steroids. Yet again, he was a hypocrite now, and no one cared. Besides, too many people had heard too many lies and seen too many fingers being wagged. No one was going to believe a baseball player.

It turns out this anonymous testing for substances in 2003 is not the most accurate, let alone anonymous test out there. After David Ortiz's name got leaked, information was revealed that just because a player's name was on that list, it did not mean that he took any banned substances. In fact, the testing methods used in the survey were behind normal procedure, and lacked quality. Let alone the fact that certain kind of legal nutritional substances could trigger a positive test.

So now we don't know what Ortiz tested positive for. Was it steroids? Was it female fertility drugs? Or maybe it was Flintstones chewables. Ortiz said he was careless in 2003 and took many supplements that he did not have enough knowledge about. Well great. Now I don't know what to believe. It seems plausible that a supplement taking Ortiz could test positive for this misleading test. But what is more important is that we fans have no clue anymore. We may know about ARod, Bonds, and McGuire, but many names still loom ahead. Has Derek Jeter shot up? What about others, like Evan Longoria (sorry Eva, maybe I'll find something to write about you one day... one day). Or dare I mention Pujols? The only thing that has seemed to keep fans sane is the idea that somewhere, somehow, there was a list of 104 players who tested positive for steroids in 2003. But now it may be less than 104 players, many of them didn't even test for steroids (in fact, it could just be a substance that wasn't banned or some GNC prduct), and a lot of the testing was kinda shabby in the first place. In a sport where we barely trust our players, we now barely trust our media. I guess we just don't know anything, anymore. Play ball.

Travis

8:00pm on a Wednesday. The time of a bible study in the dorm I was residing in. I had not been to one in a long time. Too long. But I was trying to change that. We all met on the ground floor in some piano room (I'm assuming because it had a piano in it). The building was old, over a century old, and air didn't circulate well in hot, summer days. But luckily this was still early March in Columbus. We wouldn't have to worry about the heat for a couple more months. The brick-lined room with green carpet small, ceiling windows gave the impression of a 1920's style basement.


Everyone sat down and talked. I'm sure I talked a little bit, maybe started a conversation. The girls left and did their bible study somewhere else. Us, guys, stayed. His name was Travis (maybe you figured that out by the title). He had a Bible in his hand that he seemed to stumble through. But something was different about Travis. When we started to read, and spent time just reflecting on the passage, he would often dig his nose into his bible, pouring his eyes over the pages. They say you can see some one's soul through their eyes. That night, as I glanced at Travis, I caught his soul yearning for every syllable he read. His Bible may have been new to him, but it wouldn't be for long.

Weeks went by and as we started to hang out at Bible Study and Campus Crusade for Christ. We started to enjoy each others company. Soon, the guys of Bible study were a tight knit group: myself, Tom, Kuo, Kurt, Travis, Jake. I found myself with a close group of friends.I remember sitting in Travis's dorm while watching him sit on his bed. His elbows were propped up against his knees as he tried to hold his head up. In the end he would get through it. But at the time, what he was going through was what seemed a pretty devastating crisis. It was tearing his world apart.

I sat there and almost waited to see his faith fall apart, just like his world. He was a new Christian, and I was prepared to see him become like so many others: just turn away from God when times become hard. Even I myself had done it on numerous occasions, occasions not as difficult as his. He started to talk about how he was reading his Bible a lot more. Praying every chance he could get. That the only thing keeping him going was God. Somehow, in someway, Travis gave everything up to God. I was shocked. Sure, this is what you're supposed to do, but that doesn't mean it is the average. I didn't hear him blame God, get angry, or curse. Instead I would come into his dorm room and see him devoutly reading his bible as Christian rock music blared in the background. I suddenly became aware that his faith, although young, was solid.

A few weeks later, us guys went to a party on North Campus. It was pretty boring (hey, it was on North Campus) and Travis was feeling burdened, so him and I walked back to South Campus. As we passed libraries and classrooms, it was quite apparent that he had a lot on his mind. We ended up sitting at a bench at mirror lake, watching the fountain burst 20 feet high and splash down onto its many inhabitants: ducks. For the next hour and a half we talked. I will never forget that night.

Unfortunately, as summer came along, things changed. School was out, and so was the social life of the dorms. Both of us worked, and we hanged out less. Next year came along, and we did not hang out much.

I regret having been less of a part of Travis's life over this past year. If there is anything I could change, it would be that. I often lie to myself and tell myself that Travis is my best friend. I know that I don't hang out with him much, and I know that he has closer friends. But it is such a privilege to have him as a friend that it is an honor to know him. When us guys would all hang out, it would be Travis that knew what to do and where to go. He was a year older than us, and had been on campus for one more year, but I realize that we often looked to him for much more than how to get to Oxley's. You see, Travis is what we call a man's man. He is likely one of the smartest and wisest guys I know of his age, and shows great leadership. His faith is strong, and his friendship is stronger. I find myself looking up to him as what kind of person to be. (sure, you can say I have a man-crush on him, but I just recognize great people when I see them)

He is now headed to Iraq. Is he scared? No. I am not surprised. He loves his duty, and is ready to serve. I am looking forward to seeing him next August. I can't wait to see the Sergeant and be able to hang out with him again. Until then, I am sure I will be sending him many care packages.