Water, Water Everywhere
And in some places in drought-ravished California even where it proves an embarrassment. The Roman Catholic Archdiocese of San Francisco installed a sprinkler system in its doorways. The system runs every half hour for about 75 seconds and soaks homeless people sleeping in the doorways of St. Mary’s cathedral. Homeless people sheltering in the doorways were duly soaked. Auxiliary bishop William Justice said the system had been installed to induce the homeless to find shelter elsewhere and avoid the feces and needles that were regularly found in the doorways, apologized, and removed the sprinklers. No comment on why the liberal politicians of San Francisco have not taken steps to prevent drug addicts and toiletless people from using the cathedral as a dropping ground.
That’s The Way The Ball Bounces
If you owe a bank $10,000 and can’t pay, you have a problem; if you owe a bank tens of millions and can’t pay, the bank has a problem. And if you owe a ballplayer $60 million, and he can play, but you wish he couldn’t so that you could collect insurance, you are the New York Yankees, and you have a problem. Alex Rodriguez is back from a season-long suspension and the Yankees are delighted, sort of. He has hit a few home runs in Spring training, which is good for the punchless Yankees. He has failed to collapse on his surgically reconstructed hips while trotting around the bases, which is not good for the Yankees, although good for the insurers who will have to fork over for his salary if he cannot play. The team thinks he might be useful at first base to substitute for a much-injured Mark Teixeira, but Alex, ever the team player, forgets to bring his new first-base mitt to practice.
All is not a bed of roses for the steroided star: the Yankees don’t want to pay him a $6 million bonus due when his next six home runs take him past Willie Mays’ total. They feel defrauded by the fact that Rodriguez’s home run total just might have been affected by the physical enhancement obtained from the cornucopia of drugs he relied upon early and late in his career, and which he once again swears he is not using. And speaking of roses, there is Pete Rose, former star of the Cincinnati Reds. No one has ever played in more games or gotten more hits than Rose, who played without any of infusions that so benefitted later-day players such as Rodriguez. But he is serving a life-time suspension for gambling: he bet on his own team. Rose has appealed for reinstatement and eligibility for induction into the Hall of Fame. Rodriguez had been reinstated and will technically be eligible for induction, although his election is unlikely. Meanwhile, he takes in $30 million per year while Rose -- Pete Hustle, as he was known -- hustles autographs in hotel lobbies. Ask yourself: which player, both flawed, would you prefer your children select as a role model? And surely this is a case of income inequality that offends even the most ardent defender of the fairness of our income distribution system.
Old Saws Still Relevant