A Good Walk Spoiled

A little known fact about myself: I'm not afraid to walk a good distance if I have to. One day in 2004, I walked about 12 miles on the Pinellas Trail from the Tyrone area of St. Pete to Largo to the apartment where I lived at the time. I did that on a warm late September day, staying hydrated here and there.

Last Thursday, I thought I would walk a couple of miles from an appointment I had to my home in Pinellas Park, where I live now. I hadn't walked that great a distance in a while, but I figured as long as I had water with me, I'd be fine.

Right? Wrong.

I'd gotten almost half way thru the trip, and all of a sudden my body felt I had gone 12 rounds with Mike Tyson. I was walking slow, and had started to waddle a bit. I had to call a friend to give me a lift back home, realizing I was in trouble.

By the time I got back, my body was reacting like it never had before. I was getting light headed, and struggled to get in with my key. I plopped on the bed, taking the ice pack I had to keep my water cold and applied it to my forehead. A bit later, I was fine.

What the hell happened, though? My body never reacted like that, ever. Was it the heat? It was a rather warm day in Florida, about 95 and no rain. I did wait until I got about half way through my walk before I went to my water, so maybe that contributed to it.

I just think I got older, and thus not as acclimated to my environment as I once was. So, I leave this here as a cautionary tale.

Blood Circus

The NFL preseason kicks off in two weeks, but something I read on Tuesday has curbed my enthusiasm for the coming season.

There was a study done on 111 deceased NFL players recently, their brains donated for research. The families of these ex-NFL athletes, for the most part, feared that they had CTE, brain damage from playing football.

Here's the story as the New York Times had it. You're welcome. 😁

It turned out that their fears were well founded. Out of the now departed 111 players, they've found CTE in 110 of them, a rate of over 99 percent.

It's going to be hard not to think about this when autumn rolls around. These athletes are well compensated for the injuries they will endure, no question. But, I can't imagine a child or young teenager looking at this and thinking there might be other sports to play that don't take such a toll on body and mind.

Language Barrier

Perhaps I should have known something was wrong earlier on in the evening.

Friday night, I'm watching the Rays game with Texas. I'm also on the computer which sits to the right of my TV in the bedroom, which prevents me from noticing the ore-game show has no sound. I don't have the TV on mute, so there should be sound.

I do some chores and get back to the game at about 7:30. Now there's audio, but it's in Spanish. Again, I'm not generally concerned about it, so I fiddle around on the computer some more. I know the Spanish announcers will go into some high pitched exclamations if something good happens, plus it could be some sort of technical issue on the broadcasters end.

Midway through the game, it's still in Spanish. Now I'm thinking its something wrong on my end. I pour through the various audio settings, and restore settings to their defaults. BOOM! There's the voice of Dewayne Staats calling balls and strikes.

Somehow, my TV had found and switched over to the SAP audio channel. Don't know how it happened, but it did. Weird.

Educating Pandora

Technology, especially late in the second decade of the 21st century, is ever evolving.

There's so many apps you can get on your Android or IPhone that most of us don't really play around with it all that much. It's kind of like revolving addictions, really.

Recently I got hooked into Pandora, the service where you pick an artist and it delivers a radio station based on that artist and music like it.

But as in the case with many applications for your phone and computer, there are hidden intricacies and nuances that make the apps addicting. In the case of Pandora, there are "thumbs up" and "thumbs down" buttons you're encouraged to press to fine tune the station.

What I've learned is not to hit "thumbs up" too much, or you'll hear that same damn song every time you fire up that particular radio station. Hit it when it plays your favorite artist, but not too frequently.

Example: one of my stations I'm fine tuning in Pandora I call Goodfella Radio. A lot of the Rat Pack, modern day crooners like Matt Dusk and Michael Buble, some older music from mob movies, stuff like that. It'll want to play "Mambo Italiano" by Rosemary Clooney. But it's Goodfella Radio I want, not Good People Of All Genders Radio.

For some reason, the station wants to play Harry Belafonte music. Don't get me wrong. I love Harry. His Carnegie Hall album on 8-track was the first album I ever heard. But he's not a perfect fit for this niche I'm trying to develop.

That's the addiction. Thinking of what fits on the station you develop and what doesn't. Looks like it's hooked a few people other than me.

Orenthal Rides Again

CNN covering the O.J. Simpson trial moments after he was found not guilty, October 3rd, 1995.  F. Lee Bailey, Robert Kardashian (Kim’s dad) are to O.J.’s left, Johnnie Cochran on the right.

We are a society still too fascinated with a former pro football player named O.J. Simpson. Myself included. Thus, it was no surprise to me that the news world stopped covering the besieged Trump presidency to cover the parole hearing that turned Simpson into a free man come October.

I’ve been of the opinion that Simpson did indeed murder his wife and Ron Goldman, once I got over the disbelief that such a thing could happen. But, we have trials in our country for some decent reasons, and Simpson was able to get off hiring the best defenders money could buy. He wasn’t as lucky in civil proceedings, and as we know, an armed robbery in Las Vegas costed him his freedom in 2008.

Hopefully, a 70 year old Simpson has smartened up and can live the rest of his days away from the tabloids. But being the narcissistic person he seems to be, I doubt it.