Ian Stewart Suspended Indefinitely By Cubs

Ian Stewart, a one-time prospect with the Colorado Rockies, was suspended indefinitely for comments he made, criticizing the Chicago Cubs.

Stewart, who made the inflammatory statements via Twitter, has since apologized. However, the damage is already done and Stewart could be forced to forfeit a partial amount of his $2 million salary.

Stewart seems like a pretty interesting guy, although he is obviously not the brightest crayon in the box. He often engages fans in conversation and does respond to the constant trolls. He tweets about pro wrestling more than a grown man should, but is guilty of venting his professional and personal frustrations via social networking.

Stewart, who is still just 28, has dealt with a wrist injury that has hampered him the last few seasons. He hit 25 homers in 2009, with the Rockies, but has not been able to replicate that success since.

The Cubs exiled Stewart to AAA Iowa and he has not hit much since his demotion. Stewart is just a frustrated guy who probably should have deleted his Twitter account a few days ago. It could have saved himself an embarrassing situation.

I had a bit of a run-in with Stewart, via Twitter. I jokingly asked him what Cubs player 'has the biggest dong?' He responded with the 'are you gay' question. The hilarity of that incident can be read here.

The incident also makes the Cubs look kind of petty. The guy is clearly venting out of frustration. He is seeing his dream slowly die and he responded to a question with an honest answer. This is partially the reason athletes speak in cliches. Interesting to see what the fallout will be.

One Year Later...

Jesus, time flies sometime. I suppose it happens when we get older. For instance, my best friend and I were reminiscing about an amazing concert we attended. We were both stunned when he realized it was more than eight years ago. Kind of makes you feel old.

I am far from old, at the age of 28. However, I feel like I am just becoming a real adult. Graduating college, working a job that does not require me to wear a paper hat or a name tag. I suppose it has taken me longer to mature than many people in my age demographic. At least I got there eventually, right?

It is also dawned on me that a traumatic, yet life-altering experience(for the better) took place a year ago. The end of an almost four-year relationship. I suppose it was when I decided to make changes and try and become a better person. I have never really gone into the exact details publicly, but hopefully it can help someone realize that fucked up things happen, but you cannot let destroy you, nor can you let the actions of certain individuals allow you to alter your self-worth and self-perception.

At the time, the break-up was pretty sudden, but in retrospect there were definitely cracks in the foundation.  I remember one day, about two weeks before the relationship ended. She seemed pretty distant and a little depressed. I asked her what was going on, as I knew something was amiss. I tried prying into her head, to see if I could get some information. After ten minutes, I stopped and gave her the benefit of the doubt when she said that everything was fine. Clearly, it wasn't.

After three years of dating, I got a good job, which would allow me to leave behind my low-paying retail job and start putting the pieces together of building a life together. She declined possibly moving in together, because she wanted to save money to buy a car.

A few small cracks, but something that made question things for a minute. I shook it off and really didn't give it too much thought. Everything else seemed fine, so I did not devote a lot of time to such things. I worked, I went to school and life went on.

Right before we broke up, we had a fight. It essentially started with me not being on time picking her up for work, as she was often ran 30-45 minutes late when trying to leave work. The perils of dating a girl without a car. I got annoyed and told her that she was wasting my time and if she was gonna run late, she should have the decency to let me know, so I don't bake myself in 90 degree heat, waiting for her in my car.

The next day, I didn't show up on time and naturally she got off on-time. As she texted me, I told her I was on my way. She told me not to bother, that she would have someone else get her. After a fight later that night, he went two days without contact, as we are both stubborn people. That Saturday, we agreed to meet up and resolve the issues.

We went to a park in close proximity to her house. I knew things were bad because she kept her distance. Typically, even when annoyed with me, she walked close to me -- she kept her distance here. It made me think of all the things I studied about proxemics in Interpersonal Communication. Generally, we all have distances that we keep with individuals when talking, socializing and the like. Typically romantic partners stay in the 'intimate zone' with means they walk right next to us(usually 36 inches or less) which is normally what she did. Here, she was at least 10 feet from me. When we sat down at a group of benches, she sat a different bench. Oh, boy.

We talked and things seemed pretty good, fixed perhaps. When we walked back to the car, all hell broke loose. The conversation turned into a flat-out character assassination. I felt like a boxer, just being overwhelmed with punches. I couldn't get my hands up fast enough to defend myself -- I was being crushed.

Some of the things I was told: "I would rather not be around you most of the time. We have grown apart, I no longer want you in my life. I will always care about you, but you don't have a place in my life. I wish you no harm." There was also the cliche : "It's not you, it's me" and "we have grown apart."

I sat there, in my car stunned. I mean, with some of the shit that comes out of my mouth, nothing really surprises, shocks or offends me. I have been dumped and rejected any times before, but when the person you were with reduces you to a pile of shit, it hurts.

I am typically not one to raise my voice or get angry, but I was livid. Not so much for getting dumped, but for the way it was done. She was callous, cold, almost not human. I punched the steering wheel in my cars, screamed at her, then stared off into space for a good ten minutes. She looked startled, as if I was going to hit her or something. I would never. In that span of time, I saw a plethora of visions.

I thought of all the good times we had -- our first date, holidays together, laughs we shared, essentially all of the things we experienced together. I then envisioned the house, marriage, kids and other things that would never come to fruition. It was over. It was not meant to be.

I drove her home in silence, not sure of what to think or say. I had a lump the size of an apple in my throat, an uneasy feeling in my stomach. I was feeling sadness, anger, disbelief. Did I do something to make everything come apart at the seams? Who knows?

When we arrived at her house, she said bye and walked away -- I have not seen her since. There was no tearful goodbye, no hug. Nothing. No emotion on her part. I fought back tears -- it hurt like hell. I backed out of her driveway and drove home. A very long 15 minute excursion. Out of habit, I texted her I was home safe. Naturally, the text was never responded to.

There was not a lot of contact after that. We had an angry text conversation about 2 weeks later. After that, nothing. I tried to let it go. Tried to walk away. I found out 2 weeks later(through mutual friends and hacking her Facebook) that she already was dating someone and has pretty much been in a relationship since.

That was difficult to handle. I mean, almost four years and it seemed like the relationship meant nothing. I mean, when I got out of my car after we broke up, Facebook informed me that she was now single. Gotta love modern technology.

I extended a few olive branches, since were friends before we even dated. Her birthday was in January and I shot her a 'Happy Birthday' text for some reason. Naturally, it was never returned. It probably wasn't given a second thought. At that point, I deleted my number completely out of my phone. I suppose it was the final straw, time to just move on.

My point of writing this is not to put her on blast, or make me look good. The point is that you positive things can happen in a bad situation. I took the opportunity to finally start to fight against the anxiety and depression I have faced most of my life. I have dated a bit -- made a few new friends. I got a promotion, graduated from college. All very positive things. My life is going in a good direction.

Yes, the break-up can still be difficult for me at times. I mean, it was a huge, devastating blow to my ego. A blow that I may never completely forget. Instead, I have chosen to remember her in a positive light. We had a lot of good times and our time is over. We may never see each other or cross paths and that is okay. She has her life, I have mine. I am pretty sure we will never forget each other and I hope, at least, that she thinks of our time in a positive light. Things change, people come and go, but we are always stuck with ourselves.

The ending of the relationship showed me that I need to take care of myself, first and foremost. Like I said before "The Destruction of Everything is the Beginning of Something New." One journey ended and I am on another. I feel good about myself and my future.

Casting a New Captain Planet Movie

People love superheroes these days. The Avengers was one of the most successful movies in the history of cinema, grossing over $600 million last summer. The Iron Man, Batman and X-Men franchises have all been wildly successful. Bottom line: People cannot get enough of fictional characters in bad costumes. However, the box office is lacking the appearance of my all-time superhero: Captain Planet.

Who is Captain Planet? Well, my friend, let me tell you a story. Captain Planet was a cartoon in the early 90's about a green-haired, mullet-sporting hippie who saved the world from pollution, smog, used condoms and those plastic things that a six-pack of soda comes in. He was summoned when 5 queers put their rings together and he popped out, kind of like a genie and saved the day. His weaknesses include garbage, whale semen, Pabst Blue Ribbon and David Spade sitcoms(the worst pollution known to man). I am not sure why, but the show captivated me as a child.

Then you had the Planeteers. They were five kids from across the globe. There was Kwame, who was from Africa, Wheeler who was straight out of Brooklyn, Linka who was from Russia, Gi who was from China and Ma-ti who was from the Amazon, or some shit. They traveled around, mushroomed-stamped those bastards who can't separate paper from plastic and whatnot. There was one episode when they tried to stop a villain from killing elephant's for their tusks. In short, the Planeteers were pretty annoying.

However, it was entertaining. I think I learned some lessons from the story. I used to get all the toys that came with the fruity rings they used on the show. I had the 'water' ring that summoned the power of water. My older sister was running her mouth, so I pointed the water ring at the sink, then turned on the water and splashed her in the face. Captain Planet, bitch!

Anyway, it is high time that a Captain Planet film is made. I was thinking about some choices that would make me want to get out and see this blockbuster. Here are some ideas:

Tom Cruise as Captain Planet: A fruity, weird, self-righteous superhero with a green mullet? This is the role Tom Cruise was born to play. They will need to use a little CGI, as Cruise is like 4'10, but he would be a perfect choice. Cruise needs a hit in the worst way and a Captain Planet trilogy is the best way for him to start.

Tyler, the Creator as Kwame: I need a young black guy for this role and Jaleel White is too old and not beefy enough. Tyler is a controversial ass rapper or something, but the kids like him for some reason, so he gets the role here. If Don Cheadle wore makeup, he would be an option here as well.

Rupert Grint as Wheeler: The little ginger from the 'Harry Potter' movies is an obvious choice here. Jesse Eisenberg would work too, but he is probably above starting in this shit at this point. Grint will need to fake an American accent to pull it off.

Aaron Yoo as Gi: Yes, I am aware that Yoo is a dude, but I cannot think of any Asian bitches. I am pretty sure Yoo could pull it off, I mean look at that pic. Take away the pink lipstick and it looks like a dude to me.

Jennifer Lawrence as Linka: I love Jennifer Lawrence. I would marry her, right now, on the spot. I don't care if she is the biggest bitch on the face of the Earth. Naturally, she is a good fit here. Plus Lawrence with a Russian accent? Can you say bonertime? Boing.

That Indian motherfucker from 'Slumdog Millionaire' as Ma-ti: I don't know that guy's name from Slumdog, but he is brown, so he gets the part.








In terms of a script, Hoggish Greedly, a pig-like villain wants to turn trash into an army of cyborg's that plan to make everything look and smell just like Mexico City. There is no hope. Until, a gang of five queers will stop at nothing to save the world. Together they summon Captain Planet, a possibly homosexual crime fighter who hates trash. Coming to theaters in the summer of 2015.

Jose Canseco Is A Colossal Piece of Shit

Jose Canseco is a horrible person. He is ignorant, narcissistic,delusional and psychotic. He is the has-been who charges hundreds of dollars for autographs and challenges other washed-up celebrities to fights. He has not played Major League Baseball in 12 years, yet still claims he can hit 40 homers. Sure, buddy.

Jose Canseco also has a verified Twitter account -- one that boasts over 500,000 followers. What can I say:  people like train wrecks. I was one of those followers until Jose blocked me, after I called him a cunt for posting his ex-girlfriend's address on Twitter.

Canseco has been busy these days -- he plays for the Fort Worth Cats, an independent baseball team that plays in something called the United Baseball League. I am sure the dopes who own the team think that the poster-boy for cheaters might put a few more butts in the seats. To his credit, Canseco has found steady work in independent league baseball for years. He won't give it up, because, well what else is he going to? Box? Star in reality shows? Nope, playing baseball against sub-standard talent is all he has left.

In the latest Canseco news, he has been questioned in a sexual assault case in Las Vegas, where Canseco currently resides. The news was made public when Canseco took to Twitter to announce the information himself. It was not leaked by the media, nor the police, but Canseco made an announcement under his own volition. If you were being investigated for sexual assault, would you feel compelled to announce it to the world?

To make matters worse, Canseco posted the name of the alleged victim and challenged her to take a polygraph test. Canseco has yet to be arrested or charged for any crime. Could it be possible that Canseco  made up the whole thing for attention? Who knows?

Canseco did an interview with 105.3 The Fan, based out of Dallas. When the hosts asked Canseco about the sexual assault, he hung up.(The interview can be heard here). Later, Canseco's agent explained that Canseco did not want to talk about the case. Okay, dude, you can share it with the world via Twitter, but cannot answer the question in a radio interview? Sure, makes a lot of sense.

For what is worth, I predicted that Canseco would end up incarcerated at some point. He has some weird obsession with an ex. He has even posted her contact information several times via Twitter My followers and I predicted a murder-suicide was inevitable. An accusation of sexual assault comes as no surprise to me. I hope the charges are false and no woman was exposed to his minuscule genitals against her own free will.

Canseco is a vile, delusional creature. Jose claims he can still mash, but hit a robust .194 in 2012 for the Worcester Tornadoes, who play in something called the Canadian-American Association. He has played in Yuma, Arizona and Laredo, Texas in recent years. The fact that Canseco thinks he can still play professional baseball is quite laughable.

Hopefully Canseco just goes away soon -- the freakshow is losing its luster.

Is This Progress?

As I have documented here, I am still battling Social Anxiety Disorder, as well as mild depression. I got off of the wagon with treatments and medication, but I feel like I am focused and I plan on kicking my issues square in the balls.

One of the things that my therapist recommended, was to attend a class that essentially taught students methods on combating their issues. So far, I am not sure if the class is really going to benefit me, but will continue through it with an open mind.

For one thing, I am the youngest person in the class by at least 15 years. 75% of the people are probably in their 60's. These people are dealing with some pretty severe issues -- one that makes my phobia of socializing seem pretty trivial. One poor older lady is having suicidal thoughts over the loss of her husband. Another has not been able to find work for months. One lady is dealing with a marriage that crumbled over her husband's love of violence towards her and her children. My problems really do not matter, at least compared to them.

In the class, the therapist asked me one of the problems that I was looking to fix. I told him that about my lack of self-confidence and how I am perceived of others. Like many others who suffer from my issue, I actually have a high regard for myself. I think I am awesome, however, for some strange reason I feel as if others will only point fingers at me.

One of the things that I am trying to do, is to find and meet people dealing with the same type of anxiety and phobia's that I am. My doctor suggested that I try Meetup, which is a site that forms groups base upon common interests. There are a few for social anxiety, so it might be beneficial to swap stories and potentially forge new friendships. Over the last year, I learned that one cannot bitch about their predicament if they do nothing to change it. I am determined to become a happier, more well-rounded person. I am also determined to show the world what a unique and great person I am. So here I go...

Titus Young Might Be The Dumbest Man Alive

If you have not been following all of the drama surrounding former Lions WR Titus Young, then you are missing out on a sad, but funny story.

Young, who is still just 23, was a second round pick in the 2011 NFL Draft. He attended Boise State and looked at one time like he might be an excellent compliment to Calvin Johnson. But alas, the stupidity of Titus Young took over and he will never sniff the NFL again.

Young has been arrested three times...this week. No, I am not making that up. Young has achieved feats in stupidity and crime that most of us could never accomplish.

Earlier this week, Young was busted for DUI. While a DUI is one of the crimes I loath the most, his subsequent arrests really hit the funny button.

You see, because of the DUI, Young had his car impounded, which is a pretty normal procedure when you get busted for driving with a belly fully of Fireball and Hennessy. Young was then arrested a few days later, when he try to steal his own car from the impound lot. According to Pro Football Talk, Young was spotted on security cameras attempting to scale a fence.

Then, just last night, Young was arrested in San Clemente, California(a beautiful place by the way) for burglary, assault on a police officer and resisting arrest. The incident was reported when a woman phoned the authorities found Young outside of her home. A "brief" police pursuit ensued and Young ultimately ended up in handcuffs.

Young, has destroyed a career and pissed away opportunities must of us would kill for. While with the Lions, he once lined up on the wrong side of the field in protest and punched a teammate. The dude is obviously an idiot and a low-life.

Perhaps the biggest reason he was cut was not for the off-field transgressions, but for his obvious lack of talent. I mean, the guy could not even outrun the police. Young is supposed to be a world-class athlete, but he could not outrun the flabby belly of the law. Come on son, step up your game. You're fucked, buddy!

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Tim Lambesis Did WHAT???

What. The. Fuck?

That was my initial reaction when I heard that As I Lay Dying vocalist Tim Lambesis was arrested yesterday, on a charge that he allegedly hired a hitman to kill his ex-wife. Oh, that so-called "hitman" was an undercover cop.

According to the various reports, the police have been on the trail of Lambesis' murderous endeavor for quite awhile. In a report, the police say that they prevented a "great tragedy." Wow.

As I Lay Dying has been one of the most influential metal bands of the 2000's. They were nominated for a Grammy in 2007, for Best Metal Performance, for the song "Nothing Left." They have had three albums debut in the Top 15 on the Billboard charts and have played at some of the largest festivals in the world. The band formed in my hometown of San Diego, California.

As I Lay Dying is known as a Christian heavy metal band, as they write lyrics that are based upon their religious beliefs and their struggles within. The evidence certainly looks bad at the present time and I have tried to approach the situation from multiple angles.

First, is Lambesis that stupid AND crazy? I have no idea on the methods of hiring a contract killer. I mean, I do not think that you can find someone to whack your wife on Craig's List. Do you ask around? Just look for the craziest motherfucker you can find? How many people did he solicit before stumbling on an undercover cop? Pretty sloppy, Mr. Lambesis.

Next, how did the cops know what Lambesis was up to? Did he make threats against his ex-wife that led her to report her trepidation to the police? Did someone that Lambesis confide in go to the cops? Someone had to rat in this situation for the cops do know about the situation.

Then we get to motives. Lambesis is a pretty wealthy dude. According to Celebrity Net Worth, Lambesis has a net worth of $14 million. He owns a home in Del Mar, a very affluent suburb of San Diego. A divorce would wipe out half of his net worth. Money will make people do fucked up things.

Perhaps she was a crazy bitch. Maybe she had affairs with all kinds of guys while As I Lay Dying was out on tour. Maybe she was a gold digger, who hoped to get a piece of all the work and sacrifice Tim put in to make it as a musician. It is nearly impossible to make a living making extreme music, but As I Lay Dying defied the odds.

Ultimately, Lambesis' wife is the victim here. No one deserves to have their life ended by murder. If Lambesis did in fact, solicit the murder, he deserves the harshest penalty possible. Man, my head is still spinning.