Friday, January 17, 2014

There is No Rhyme or SB reason for Nuthin .. #10 Fountain Blue Biogenesis Brothers

It's January 16th, it makes no sense to really be thinking about softball. 


None.

But the truth is that for all the deep shit I've been through lately that my enthusiasm for the game has not waned, Rather it is stronger than ever. And as long as I'm breathing "softball ain't dying on my watch."

The Front page of my blog reads 

"My name is Ric and I write about the real, the funny, and the absurd things that go on while playing New York City softball" 

and over the years I've become the epitome and the prime example of what happens when the power of the blog falls into the wrong hands, and inspires comments, thoughts, and in some instances change.

I've created a community and with great power comes absolutely no responsibility for politically correct ass kissing content as I remain the king of nonsense and controversy. I'm a modern day Rebel with a cause, who hasn't caused a revolution, but rather has promoted an Evolution of Thought. 

My job here isn't done, cause there's no rhyme or no reason for anything on January 16th. I could be mad, happy, silly, insightful, whatever, fuck it, as I just feel like talking softball or at least using softball to connect with you the reader. So it's time to spread the word cause I'm promoting my passion til I'm passed out. The best way I've usually promote my passion is through my corny addiction to Top Ten's, 
some times I've taken it too far, but it was usually always form the heart, Usually I list an entire Top Ten in every posting but today for no rhyme or reason this will be a first in a ten part series where I add a Top Ten # every day. I don't know where this will end, hell I barely now where it will begin, there's no method the pad and pen, the only message that I have to say is, I'm back at it again

Top Ten Softball No Rhyme or Reason

10 . Fountainbleau Connection ... Bio-genesis Boys... 

You have to be living under a rock to not know what's going on with Alex Rodriguez. We all know using Steroids and other PED's is foul. But is it me or why has everyone missed the softball connection with Arod.

Arod was rumored to get anti-aging assistance at the Fountainbleu Hotel in Miami




Well Softball Legend Dio Jackson

used to been seen a lot at the Fountainbleu Hotel in Miami. 

Recent picture shows Dio seems to have gone through anti-aging treatments







hmmmm

.... There's no method the SB pad and pen .. see you manana

Thursday, January 2, 2014

Letdown Blog PosterChild... 45 years and counting

After some of my more deeper emotional blogs I'm due for Letdown and when your searching for a Letdown who better than to blog about than my beloved than the NY Jets


They are the Poster Child for Letdowns


45 years and counting


What do they Jets have to do with softball? Actually football has a lot in common with softball, but we will leave that topic for another day. Let's back to football and in my best All Bundy voice
2 things I'm sure about is:
(1) I will always play softball
(2) And the day after I die the Jets will win the Super Bow
Let's get to the State of the Jets. They just went 8-8 and acted like they won the Super Bowl
Did I Miss something?

8-8 only yields apathy from me and reminds me of a favorite quote of mine from the Pop queen of controversy Madonna "“ have an iron will, and all of my will has always been to conquer some horrible feeling of inadequacy…My drive in life is from this horrible fear of being mediocre.” 

An 8-8 record to me is Mediocre and is not inspiring. Rather it is the worst record you can have in the NFl as you are right in the Middle. In the Middle sucks, your not good, your not bad. In baseball you wanna be strong up the middle defensively, but in football you never want to be in the middle in terms of your record. No playoffs. No Championship. No top draft pick. Nada

The Jets spin is that they over achieved and now are 40 million under the salary cap plus 9 draft picks.The Truth is Ryan did deserve to come back next year b/c the team is closer to 4-12, than 8-8 as there are numerous teams with worse records than us that are better or just as good as the Jets - Steelers, Lions, Falcons, Ravens, etc. We still don't have:
  1. A Proven QB
  2. Any WR's
  3. Any TE's
  4. Basically No Offense and a Head Coach who doesn't know how to run an offense
  5. Our defense wore down towards the end because our offense was so bad.
  6. A Smart Secondary as we traded away Revis. Cromarte is not a leader and will never take a pay cut. He's gotta go
  7. Speaking of Leadership. That's what we need. On the field play makers who make no excuses and lead by example

It's been 45 years and counting. I'm sick of mediocrity. It's such a Letdown

Monday, December 30, 2013

Luckiest Blogger on the Face of this Earth

What true baseball fan doesn't know about Lou Gehrig's brave famous Speech




Sorry for another sad blog guys, but yesterday I gave my own speech at my father's New York mass service.These services are for the living, to remember, to grieve, to recover. I just wanted to share the video with you, as well as list the speech below. I will blog about other things tomorrow as my enthusiasm for the game has never been stronger. Today I consider myself the luckiest blogger on the face of this earth. Thank you Readers (sorry for the 2 videos Caley cried and inteupted my camera woman)




Written version of my speech


“The days are cold livin’ without you
The nights are long, I’m growing older
I miss the days of old, thinking’ about you
You may be gone, but you’re never over”

Quote “You’re Never Over” Song from Eminem Recovery Album

And it is Never over, as my father may have died but he still lives in me and my brothers and I’m here today not to mourn his death, but rather celebrate his life.  

The best way to do that is to find a way to channel all this energy inside me and fight through this grieving process, as trying to process the significance of this loss just makes me nauseous, but something inside me Is determined not to let this depression take me hostage,  and freedom  for me is ask all of you to excuse me as I bypass a traditional eulogy and instead go with my corny affinity with writing Top Ten. And remember him that way. so without further ado Pop, this Top Ten is dedicated to you


Top Ten Things I wanted to remember about Samuel Ronda

10. New York – I’m glad this ceremony took place in NY as he called NY “UNFORGETTABLE”. He loved this city. The people. The diversity. The Action. He was a true neighborhood above 96th street guy

9. Kind & Generous - He was very popular in the neighborhood and kids especially loved him as always bugged out with them, gave out candy, and lent money. He got along with people from all different races and domination's. He even tried to learn their languages like Russian and Hebrew. He sounded funny but didn’t care.
 
8. Old School – He was true old school as he hated almost all new shows and movies except maybe the Sopranos. He didn’t know who Wolverine, Obi Won Kenobi, or Captain Kirk was; instead his heroes were John Wayne, Tarzan, and the Lone Ranger. As for technology I will never forget him justifying that he didn’t want to learn how to use a remote control b/c it was lazy and getting up and changing the TV was good exercise. Anytime I see a transistor radio I think of him as that’s how he listened to baseball games that weren’t on TV,

7. Football – My Father never touched or played football in his life except he fancied himself an expert and felt that every play regardless of the situation should be a passing playing. Running was a waste of time to him. All he wanted was PASS PASS PASS. Dan Marino and his receivers back in the 80s were his favorites.  That drove me crazy as I hasn’t a Miami fan.


6. Entrepreneur and Salesman – My brother Sam said our father was the best natural salesman he ever met; he could sell ice to an Eskimo in the winter if he had to. He had numerous grocery stores – some went well others didn’t. Regardless he always found a way to earn and get me through 13 years of Catholic school plus college.


5/4. Softball & Baseball– 1st time I ever remember anything about softball was when he and my uncles used to play. My dad always found a way to make the games interesting on the side, but he loved playing pick up on Sundays with his family. My uncles Efrain, Louie and Raul were my favorite players back then. Those were the good old days. As for baseball, he named his 1st son Wilhelm, after HOF Hoyt Wilhelm and he loved to blame managers. My favorite baseball memory with him was in 1986 when the Mets won we actually hugged, that was a rare event.

3, Mistakes – He made his. I made mine. Sometimes these father-son scars don’t heal, but as life goes on you have to realize he had his reasons and it’s unfair to completely judge as I wasn’t in his shoes. What you can do is learn from them (mistakes). I will not waste any time with my family. Astrid Alexandra and Caley I’m here for you always, and I will learn from the mistakes we made. It won't be easy, but I will connect with them. I don't want to feel this regret again. It's empty. I hate empty.

2. Hustler – he loved action, wagering, blackjack, shiesty hustles was his thing, and he sandbagged a lot “hacer el bobo”. He was a classic character. To him a night stay at the state hotel was just an inconvenience, but despite his hustles he was good. As mentioned above generous, friendly, not a mean or evil bone in his body

And the #1 Thing I wanted to remember about Samuel Ronda

1, Warrior - Ironically, I respected him more in the last seven years as with the help of my mother, who unselfishly did everything for him and kept him, alive

He fought cancer, a heart attack and numerous systems failures to truly enjoyed life, he was not afraid, and until recently had a very good quality of life. He often joked he was a cat as he had 9 lives and 3 days before he died he looked me in the eye and said “I WILL BOUNCE BACK “He was a warrior.

I was finally Proud of him. Proud to be your son.

It’s Never Over

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Ronda's Grocery... This is My Legacy

The picture below is my favorite softball memento
My Father Samuel Ronda is the last person standing in top row
When I used to live at my old apartment in New York I had this picture of my father and uncles Old School softball team, Ronda's Grocery,  hung up on the wall and used to have visitor play "Pick my father out" as the joke was all Hispanics look alike.... Lol

For the Record, Astrid, my wife, picked my father on the 1st try - destiny
Sam Ronda - far right

I guess this picture is my softball beginning.

My legacy.
I guess this picture is my Softball Legacy. My beginning.


Love it.

I've been looking at it a lot lately as after a brave 7 year battle with a rare form of gall bladder cancer my Father, Samuel Ronda, passed away last Wednesday
Samuel Ronda September 2013 with his Granddaughters

Sorry for another obituary blog everyone, in fact this isn't an obituary it's just the Truth. I wish I could do a top ten, a voice over, a rant, but all I have is the Truth and I just gotta get this off my chest.

My father was a good guy, loved by his family, popular in the neighborhood, a hustler and he made his mistakes. Plenty of them, but he did the best he could as he was able to provide me with a home and an education. Yet despite living with and knowing him my whole life we had issues. We weren't close, but we were also not far. Sometimes father and sons just can't , I don't know , just can't... connect/bond.

We both wasted a lot of years.
Some of it was his fault.
Some of it was mine.

Ironically, I respected him more in the last seven years as he truly enjoyed life, was not afraid, and until recently had a very good quality of life. He was a warrior.

I saw this coming and I was ready, regardless those father-son scars stay with you and so does the regret. All I can do going forward is take the good he gave me and learn from the mistakes we both made. I won't waste years or time with Alexandra and Caley

















It won't be easy, but I will connect with them. I don't want to feel this regret again. It's empty. I hate empty.


Our time together may be over but their still can be good done both personally and for others. Cancer is relentless and does not discriminate. I have already begun plans to form a Charity cancer tournament next year because we all know it's more than just game. Details will come in 2014 as I know all my softball warriors out there will go to battle against this dreadful disease.

Don't worry Pops, Ronda's Grocery will play again
and someday we will play together again
This is my legacy.

Thursday, November 14, 2013

Sad Insider reports R.I.P MR..

Our friend Marc Rosenthal passed away yesterday


Very sad

Marc's love & loyalty to the game was apparent. He was so blog worthy and I'm glad he and I became friends over the years. He will be missed.

A Sad Insider will remain shut down until Monday in respect of our lost friend. As all we are is dust in the wind