Posted on: September 21, 2010 1:46 am
Edited on: September 21, 2010 1:47 am
Sometimes, life just treats you right. Now I know that sports are not supposed to be the end all of our existences, and many of us know that for a fact. Yet sports provide us some spice, some variety to the everyday business of living. This weekend was one of those weekends where things just seemed to go right for once.
First, my alma mater, the NW Missouri State Bearcats bounced back form the Championship hangover with a very convincing win in Omaha against the always tough Mavericks of Neb. Omaha (UNO). The 58-23 win was a good way to bounce back. Also helps for future reference that Josh Baker, a D-1 transfer from Delaware (due to medical problems) had 3 TD catches. He'll be important in a drive for another berth in the D2 playoffs.
My Royals avoided the cellar in the Central with a win Sunday over the Indians. Okay, it's not Earth shattering but hey, you take all the positives one can get in a forgettable 2010 season for them. Still, it's a good sign if your team isn't last in their division.
The Chiefs went to 2-0 with a squeaker over the Browns. WHOOHOO. A 2-0 start is just fine and dandy with this fan. Beats 0-2 for sure and at least for a second week, we lead the AFC West. Defense looks way better than last years and special teams are very good too. Hopefully the offense gets untracked soon. For now though, the Sunday win is a needed balm to the souls of beleagered and bewildered Chiefs fans who have had little to cheer about since mid 2007.
And to top off the weekend, Clint Bowyer from Emporia, Kansas.....90 miles down I-35 from KC, won the opening race in the NASCAR Sprint Cup Chase by going by an out of gas Tony Stewart and winning the Sylvania 300 in New Hampshire. For years there were no local drivers to root for in NASCAR. Now with Clint, Jamie McMurray (who finished well too) and Carl Edwards all from the area (area in the Mid-West meaning if it is within 3 hours) to cheer for, it is fun to follow them and actually see them win races. His victory moved him all the way from 12th to 2nd in the standings. It will be fun to see all of them race here at home in 2 weeks.
So overall, not a bad weekend. Add Mizzou's victory and it was a sports weekend that was indeed, a very good one for my teams.
Posted on: September 6, 2010 11:31 pm
Well folks, I just guaranteed that for the next 5 years, the central portion of the Midwest (KC) will recieve exactly no measurable snowfalls. Not over a 1/4 inch of snow will fall in any one snow event as the weather folks now like to call them. And just exactly how can a simple nonmeterologist like myself make such a bold prediction. It is easy. See, I just bought a snow blower for the first time in my life. Yes sir, exactly one year too late, instead of shoveling 70 feet of driveway free of 20 inche of snow, I could have been zipping along, blowing snow into my neighbors yard, building a barrier to prevent his large dogs from yellowing my pristine snow.
But no. I had no foresight last year to make such a purchase. Then again, a 15% off sale at Lowes plus a 50 dollar coupon and a 50 dollar gift card made yielding to temptation all too easy. It isn't the biggest Troy-Built they make, but it isn't the smallest either. It was the one right below the one that was DOT rated for clearing Interstates. Yes sir, I am ready now for that wet white stuff to fall from the skies. Just one problem though. The last time I bought a sled for my son, it didn't snow enough for two years. So, I figure it may be five years before I'll get to use this baby. Just about the time it will no longer start, even though I will lovingly go crank 'er up once a month in the winter, we'll get another 20+ inch blizzard. Then the trusty plastic snow shovel in the corner once more will make a grand exit from the garage, scooping snow one heavy shovelful at a time.
Yes sir, this may be the best investment in climate control I have ever made. Sorry kids, you really didn't want those snow days.
Posted on: April 29, 2010 6:29 am
Wednesday was a typical busy day at work. The scrap metal business is good once again with the recovery of prices, especially the last few months. As I was waiting on customers, pondering what to blog next and bemoaning the fact my laptop is currently inoperable, my wife calls.
The details are unimportant about the match last night. What was important was a group of kids came through a day they never wanted to happen and played their best VB of the season, winning all three games. Even the three girls who go to other schools got into the spirit of the day when their teammates told them about Ally. Instead of yelling our team name before the last game, everyone yelled ALLY as we broke the huddle. I've never been prouder of a bunch of kids I coached or happier for a team, including a fantastic group of youngsters who went 20-4 for me one year.
Posted on: April 20, 2010 5:46 pm
It is always entertaining to read questions magazines ask their readers. Men's Health is no exception. I enjoy my subscription very much and find many of the articles very useful for maintaining a healthy lifestyle. Right. the only way I'm going to accomplish most of the things covers in the mag is if I sleep with my head on it every night and somehow by osmosis I end up lighter, buffer, younger looking, and maybe better at typing. Inside each edition is usually a bunch of questions of interest they ask some men somewhere. Never D2Moo though. So. I would like to give my answers to the current month's questions.
Q. Are you satisfied with the way you look shirtless?
A. Not really, although the dogs seem to like the fact I look every bit as furry as their mom and dad.
Q. Do you plan to whip yourself into shape before summer?
A. Sorry, the only whipping in my future is Cool Whip, and a lot of it.
Q. Describe a time when you felt extremely self-conscious about the way you looked.
A. Other than right this minute? About a minute ago.
Q. If an attractive woman asked you to a nude beach, would you go?
A. After my heart attack, I would be happy to go provided there were no whaling ships within 500 miles of the beach.
Q. When were you in the best shape of your life?
A. At birth. It's been downhill ever since.
Q. Which is better for your self confidence: Lean physique, large muscles, good hair and skin?
A. All of those are nice but large quantities of cash is even better.
Q. Which strategy would best transform the way you look: Weights, diet, or cardio?
A. It's a toss up between being a prisoner of the Taliban and abduction by an alien spaceship looking to do medical experiments on humans.
Q. What is your best physical asset?
A. Small children can use my stomach for a trampoline w/o needing expensive netting to keep them from falling off.
Q. Would you prefer to be taller or leaner?
Q How often do you weigh yourself?
A. Everytime I travel and the truck scales are open out on the interstate.
Q. What would you do if you had a lot of back hair?
A. What do you mean if? Can it be transplanted to the bals spot on my head, or would it look like I sprayed that instant hair junk on my head?
Q. What's the best compliment a woman has ever given you about your looks?
A. Can't decide between you don't sweat much for someone your size and with looks like those, you don't have many problems with inscects and mice at your house do you?
Q. Do you groom "down there"?
A. Of course. I have so much hair on my toes that if I didn't comb them forward on my big toe, my socks wouldn't go on properly.
Thanks for putting up with this variation off the normal blog. I see these Q and A's in magazines all the time, Always wanted to lampoon them Hope you enjoyed this and if your answers are all too similar to mine, welcome to the club.
Posted on: March 18, 2010 9:54 am
So, it's 5:30 AM. Outside the door of our timeshare, 21 floors up, I hear loud talking. Real loud talking. Wakes me and the Mrs. up. Note, never wake the Mrs. up that early unless its to leave for Hawaii or to inform her she won the Powerball. Anyway I get up, fling the door open and there are three college age guys, looking over the railing and drinking beer. I informed them they just woke us up, I was pissed, and they needed to go to the lobby or back to their room. They apologized and walked away. As I tried to get another 1/2 hour of sleep, which didn't bother to show up, the old brain started thinking. Didn't they think of anyone but themselves, or were they even thinking at all?
At this point, I will confess i probably was a bit too boisterous as a college student as well. Hopefully I never woke anyone up in the wee hours of the AM though. Well, at least not talking loudly ouside anyway.
In all phases of life in 2010, it seems the main topic on everyone's agenda is, well, themselves. Intentionally or unknowingly society leans towards pleasing yourself these days. How often do we run into people who believe if you don't lead your life exactly like them, there is something wrong with you? A lot more than 25 years ago so it seems. Even those who volunteer to do chairty work often do it for the attention. My wife knows several people who work with charities just to be seen and add to their social standing. No love for the project or the folks being helped.
Maybe I'm over reacting. Maybe we were always this way as a society. There are just so many more of us now it becomes easier to run into the selfish. Technology has broadened everyone's opportunity to expose their souls to the world for good and bad, especially with the internet and social forums like Facebook and even CBS sports somewhat. Or, technology allows us to turn inward more with being on-line too much or quietly tuning out the world with out MP3 players and I-Pods (although kids love to share all those crazy applications they can download to the I-pod touches, especially my son and his 32G worth of storage). We have more media selections and programming to fill. As humans we tend to enjoy watching the foilables of others. That bad behavior rubs off on everyone though.
Thanks for letting me vent a little here everyone. Somehow and someway I hate to see us a society become more me oriented. Many called the 70's the Me Decade. We were rookies compared to what's going on today. I'm to the point I don't even like to use I in a sentance unlees I can somehow find a better way to talk about how I'm feeling and my thoughts.
And if you don't like my blog today, too bad. If it hits too close to home or if you don't see things my way on this, I feel sorry for you.
Posted on: January 25, 2010 5:17 am
This morning, my mind began to wonder about the topic for the next edition of the Moo Report. the old brain had been tossing around a few ideas whrn an article in the Kansas City Star on Sunday morning (24th) by Sam Melling struck me as one heck of an interesting subject. First, here is the link to read the whole and lenghty article.
There’s another reason this is no small thing. It’s what he went through between 25 and 43. Too much of his 30s were miserable, with knees that felt full of rust and knives when he walked. Stairs were impossible. If he dropped something, it stayed dropped. Bending down took too much effort.
Ten years ago, when the pain was the worst, doctors found no cartilage in his knees. Just bone on bone, they told him, and those knees needed to be replaced.
“That didn’t sound too fun,” says Segui, who starred at Bishop Ward. “I thought, ‘How about I get on drugs?’ ”
So he did, adding human growth hormone to the steroids he had taken on and off from 1994 to the end of his career in 2004. He still injects HGH every day by prescription — one of baseball’s first admitted performance- enhancing drug users continuing through retirement — and there’s obvious pride when he says his doctor calls him “my healthiest patient.”
Segui is a marvel of modern science, with workouts that last up to four hours a day, all fueled by a synthetic drug banned by all major sports leagues. There are sprints and core work at his home in Johnson County, weights at the gym, and he laughs at how — before the drugs — he couldn’t walk to the kitchen without pain.
He is also, perhaps, the future of how the rest of us view what are now illegal and labeled “performance-enhancing drugs.” If they work this well, and can be used legally with a prescription, experts say it’s a matter of time before our attitudes about them shift.
This begs the question, is there a legitimate use for HGH and other synthetic hormone treatments if administered by a doctor? What would constitute proper usage?
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Bartke is famous in certain circles for using growth hormone to keep a mouse alive for 1,819 days — nearly five years, and five times longer than the expected life span. He won 20,000 British pounds (about $32,000) for the project.
The implications for humans are obvious: a sort of fountain of youth that’s already attracted thousands.
“It definitely works, there’s no question about it,” Bartke says. “You will get stronger, your muscles will get stronger. That’s why the athletes take it.”
But Bartke is always careful to stress that the long-term effects of growth hormone are mostly unknown, and that it should be used only in rare circumstances and with a legitimate doctor’s guidance.
Growth hormone is the most likely to become socially acceptable. Science still needs more testing before it can go mainstream. But if that happens and you start to see your grandmother become less frail with a certain treatment, it becomes harder to make the case that it’s dangerous to a linebacker.
Our bodies naturally produce human growth hormone. It is an essential substance for our muscles, bones and tissue to grow and strengthen. Over time — and particularly after 40 years — our bodies produce less growth hormone.
This is a part of the aging process and why we get weaker and slower, with less energy. Synthetic growth hormone was developed to treat certain diseases in children, but is often prescribed to adults whose bodies aren’t producing enough of the hormone naturally.
HGH was added to the NFL’s banned list in 1991, and to baseball’s in 2005. But there is no reliable test for the drug, which has been shown to increase muscle and cut fat. It’s become popular among older people looking to slow the aging process.
Among them is Ed Lothamer, a 68-year-old former Chiefs lineman who lives in southern Johnson County. He takes HGH and testosterone. Despite his age and a list of injuries from an eight-year pro career, he works eight-hour days and maintains regular workouts while many of his former teammates ache and limp their way through retirement.
“I’m telling you: I wake up every day and I feel good,” Lothamer says. “I do believe it does absolutely work. I want to keep going in life, and I feel good. I don’t know if it’s a panacea, but I think it’s something that makes me feel better.”
If a doctor can prescribe HGH for those of us away from the sports fields and arenas, why can't medically supervised treatments be used on current players if their situation warrants?
Fans of 50 Cent, Timbaland, Wyclef Jean and Mary J. Blige didn’t seem to care when those entertainers turned up in a steroids and HGH investigation last year.
“We’ve accepted it among other entertainers,” says Charles Yesalis, a Penn State professor with 25 years researching drugs and testing. “Why not accept it among sports entertainers?”
Well, maybe we have. Most experts and industry insiders say performance enhancers are just as prevalent in the NFL, but the public and media seem less interested in the details.
Major-league baseball has been rocked by drug scandal after drug scandal but — even with lots of steroids backlash — spent much of the last decade setting yearly records for revenue.
Dan Lebowitz is a former bodybuilder now in charge of Northeastern University’s Study for Sport in Society. He saw the influence of drugs on his old sport decades ago and knew it was just a matter of time before they took over “major” sports like football and baseball.
The reception has him convinced that we’re moving toward acceptance.
“Football, in many respects, is already the expression of how we accept PEDs,” he says. “It’s the way our entire culture thinks about everything. The anatomy of the woman, anatomy of the man, everything: Our culture is geared toward bigger, stronger, faster. More is always better.”
Would sports be better served by leagalizing certain PEDs and placing the use of those under league supervision? League doctors would see what was ones were needed and prescribe a safe program od usage. Is that possible or too complicated in todays sports. Also, if the general population begins accepting it for their own use, can acceptance of athletes usage be far behind?
Segui hasn’t talked like this in years. Not to a reporter, anyway. He was among the first pro ballplayers to admit that he had used performance-enhancing drugs three years ago. His original motivation was a statement he saw from former teammate Jason Grimsley about a conversation they had regarding HGH.
Segui’s name had been redacted, but he felt sure it would get out eventually and become tangled with worse scandals. He went public and quickly grew tired of people he thought were unwilling to listen with an open mind.
But now he likes hearing what these doctors are saying about attitudes changing. Segui thinks of himself as walking, sprinting, weightlifting proof that drugs currently banned by major sports leagues can be beneficial with no negative side effects.
Steroids should always be banned, Segui says, because athletes could never be trusted to take them responsibly. But he sees growth hormone differently, because it’s something our bodies produce naturally.
He says his levels were abnormally low, which was causing the problems with his knees. Daily injections of HGH — insurance picks up most of the cost, so Segui pays about $180 for a box that lasts 15 days — merely put him back to normal range where he can enjoy a better quality of life.
Simple stuff, right?
“In 20 years,” he says, “it won’t be any big deal. You’ll think of it like vitamins.”
After reading the whole article, here is my view of the topic. I do not believe that all PED usage is bad. If your HGH levels are below average, doctors could bring your levels up to normal. If the acceptable range is 5 to 13 and you're a 3.6, leagues should allow their athletes to be treated with the sport's approval and supervision. Levels could be raised to mid levels, say a 10 max in this instance. Same with testosterone as well. Same with creatine and other natural substances in our systems. Again, these are medically supervised regimens, not purchasing pills from someone a teammate knows or getting a shot in the butt by a trainer. I am still against use of PEDs that have long term negative side effects, even with a doctor's okay.
One of the evolving issues with HGH and other drugs is what constitutes cheating.
There was a time — we’re talking hundreds of years ago — when mere training and practice were considered unseemly in amateur sports. Viewpoints have been changing ever since.
Proponents of HGH often compare its use with Lasik eye surgery, in that each corrects deficiencies that some of our bodies have. Competing with naturally decreased levels of growth hormone is a disadvantage, just like bad eyesight. So why can’t doctors help treat both?
Gary Wadler is the chairman of the World Anti-Doping Agency’s prohibited-list subcommittee. He says the three most important criteria used for prohibiting a drug are performance enhancement, risk to health and violating the spirit of sport.
If a drug fills two of those, it could be banned — but not necessarily.
“These regulations are based on science, not on whims,” Wadler says. “The laws are quite clear.”
The question then becomes whether over time science can reduce the health risks, and whether the public will begin to see it less as a violation of spirit and more as physical improvement — like taking supplements.
Posted on: December 21, 2009 8:55 am
I promise I'll get back to the some fun and weighty sports topic in my next blog but I need to do a tribute to the only real life hero I ever had...my Dad.
He passed away peacefully Sunday early just after 1 PM Central from complications of kidney failure and a heart attack. He had been battling ailments for a long time and finally he just ran out of energy to fight. He lived to be 84.
The important idea though is what he meant to me as a youngster and adult. Yes I had those who I admired down through the years. Astronauts, sports figures both well known and sometimes not well known, and those who battled great odds to succeed to reach a lofty goal were those I admired greatly. But they were not my real heroes. Dad always was. From his wry and dry sense of humor (he would have scored some points on the caption contests well run on Sportsline) to knowing when to fight and when to let others have their way. He showed me how to support a family. No, I didn't turn out exactly like him and that's good. Dad always thought everyone needed to be different and societies get in trouble when too many people think exactly alike and don't question authority enough. I think 21 years as a Marine and 20 + years at the post office taught him that. He also showed me that even heroes have faults and it is okay to be human. Learning from errors and moving on, not dwelling on them, was as valuable of a lesson as he ever taught me.
He even showed me how to handle adversity here in his last years. Only at the end did he really complain about the pain and how tired dialysis had made him. It is very hard to let go of our heroes. Sometimes we must though. Now, maybe it is my turn. Sometime in the distant future, a now young man will hopefully write about how his dad was his true hero growing up. If I accomplish that goal with my son, I will have paid my hero, my Dad, the ultimate compliment.
Thank you one and all for your support and kind words during these last and very difficult 16 months. Between the Mrs. and Dad it has been rough at times. Posting on sportsline has probably done much to take my mind off their problems and provide a temporary diversion for me. Again thanks.
Posted on: November 24, 2009 7:39 am
Well, here I go in my first attempt to create a Blog on sportsline. Been meaning to do this for awhile.
So, after some soul searching, what was going to be my first topic. Something astute about a burning sports debate of the day? Nope, the subject could only be one topic. Our watchdog from work, Rowdy. Got back to work Monday after taking care of my wife all week. Yes, she is in pain but judging by how many chores she had for me, and her supervisory advice, she is recovering nicely. First thing they told me was Rowdy dog had been put to sleep last Friday. He was having problems and finally started coughing up blood. Not good at any age, but for a 14 year old dog, disaster. So the subject was set. i had to write a tribute to one of the best dogs I had ever known.
Rowdy came to us as the runt of a Rottweiler litter. Some customer of our business came in and had this little pup left. We needed a dog so we took him. At once you could tell this dog was different. He talked with his eyes. As he aged, we found out that we could tell his moods by how he looked at you and the expressions he made with his eyes. We also found out he was pretty dang smart as well. My father-in-law could count on him to stay by his side at 3AM during alarm calls at work. He would go with him throughout both buildings and even to the property and building across the street. My wife's dad always felt secure with Rowdy's presence.
As he aged, his personality sharpened. He hated most truck drivers and other dogs. Except on driver who came in a lot with his small son. For some reason Rowdy liked the young boy and never growled at either of them. Eventually, we did not have to put him in the back room when they came in. rowdy also didn't go crazy one day when a customer brought in their young Rott pup. Old Rowdy just looked at that dog through our office window and kept turning his head like he was looking at himself as a pup. Never barked, never growled, just looked.
The best examples I can give about Rowdy's personality are these. One was a game I played with him somply called the biscuit game. I would give him his milk-bone for the day and set it down in front of him. I would say, give me that biscuit. He would immediately growl and put his paw on it or hover over it like a lost treasure. More give it here's would result in more barks and fierce growls. The I'd snatch the bone up. He would just look at me like I had taken a child from it's mother. Then I'd give it back and he would wolf it down.
The second was the drunk brother-in-law incident. He lived sometimes, betwen wives or girlfriends, in an apartment on our property. One night, extemely lubricated, he came into the yard early in the morning and passed out in his car. The front gate wide open. Rowdy patrolled the gate all night. We could see on our security tapes our dog walking back and forth for hours on end, even chasing a car away that tried to drive in, probably thinking we were open. I gave him extra biscuits that day for his work.
A couple of years ago, we added some young pups because of his age, Rowdy showed them the ropes, teaching them who to bark at and how to look tough when someone approached the gate. Rowdy and the young male developed a rivalry though, and after a nasty fight, we needed to keep them separated. A side yard now became his home. As his vision started to wane, you could see the personality drain a bit from the eyes. He tried to be his old self, but he was starting to age badly. Finally he had two bouts of intestinal problems. The vet tried to save him but the second round of problems indicated it was a losing cause. My only regret was I wished I could have been there at the last, I always tried to give him some attention every day, I would have liked to scratched those old ears one more time and told him, "You did pretty good for an old dog."