Stay Classy

(Wow, it’s been a while since I’ve posted anything, huh?)

Most days, I commute to work via Caltrain, which is its own daily set of adventures.  For instance, this would’ve been a bit of a problem for me today:

However, today, I drove in, since I was going to be staying a bit late at the office.  The drive from Los Gatos to San Francisco is usually pretty uneventful, since I leave the house early enough to miss most of the traffic.

I’m heading north on 280, cruise control set just shy of 80 mph, hanging out in the left-most lane, minding my own business.  A Nissan Pathfinder came racing up behind me, tailgating me, which is never fun when you’re going that speed.  I flipped on my turn signal, indicating that I’d get out of his way just as soon as I could comfortably pass the Toyota Prius to my right.  The Pathfinder jackhole, however, was far too impatient for my safe driving.  He darted into the gap between me and the Prius, as I was just starting to change lanes, forcing me to swerve back into the left lane.

The jackhole pulled parallel with me, and held up a NY Yankees hat to his window as if to shove it in my face, then stepped on his gas pedal and swerved in front of me, forcing me to hit the brakes so I didn’t clip his bumper.  Then he sprayed his windshield cleaner, which of course has the effect of spraying MY windshield, before speeding away at a much higher rate of speed than I was going.

All because I have a Boston Red Sox license plate holder on my car.

Stay classy, Yankee fans…

Red Sox Nation by Keith Knight

 

Passed over to me from Jessica C.:The comic artist is Keith Knight, who I’d frankly forgotten existed… but I actually have a few signed books of his comic strips hidden away somewhere in the house.  I had come across him at WonderCon several years ago, and really enjoyed his stuff.  Now I can add him to my Google Reader list, so I won’t forget about him again!

 

 

Explosions In The Sky

One thing you can count on with Texas is that they’ll do a great job with fireworks. Last night after the Red Sox beat up on the Astros, we stuck around after the game for the fireworks show. It’s pretty freaky seeing a ballpark turn into a convertible as the roof retracts! My iPhone camera couldn’t do justice in snapping a few photos of the fireworks over Minute Maid Park.

Fireworks

Let’s Play Three

We coincided our trip to Houston for when the Red Sox would be visiting, and we’d bought tickets for 2 of the 3 games in the series.  Last night was a satisfying win for the Sox… a come-from-behind win over those poor Astros, despite Bud Norris pitching a great game for the first six innings.  10 strikeouts, and no hits other than a leadoff home run by Marco Scutaro, until the wheels came off for the Astros in the 7th inning.  A six-run 7th inning by the Red Sox were enough to overtake the Astros on the scoreboard, and the Red Sox bullpen did what the Astros bullpen couldn’t do — hold a lead.  Unfortunately, Tim Wakefield couldn’t get the win, keeping him from getting closer to the all-time Sox wins record.

April and I will be at the 2nd game of the series tonight, my first chance to see Andrew Miller pitch.  It looks like the Sox offense will be in much better shape tonight, with Jacoby Ellsbury back in the lineup, and David Ortiz getting the start at first base with Adrian Gonzalez heading out to right field.  Alas, Darnell McDonald will also be getting a start, and he’s just terrible at this point.

We also went ahead and bought tickets for Sunday’s game, because we’re awesome :)

Let’s Try This Again

Six months ago, on January 1st, I started the “Post A Day” challenge on WordPress.  For the month of January, I was in good shape, going 31 for 31. Unfortunately, it only took a couple of days into February for my streak to be snapped. By mid-February, the ol’ blog was pretty much gathering dust and cobwebs.

Today, I kick off another attempt at “Post A Day”. Wish me luck! I’ve been wanting to come back and start writing again, and there’s a nice symmetry about starting again six months to the day of the last attempt. Coincidentally, I was in Houston on January 1st and now here I am in Houston again for July 1st.

April and I are visiting her parents for the holiday weekend, and not coincidentally, my Boston Red Sox are in town to play her Houston Astros in an interleague series. We’ll be catching the first two games of the series (tonight and tomorrow) at Minute Maid Park, my first chance to see the 2011 edition of the Sox in person.

The roof had better be closed tonight!

I’m All In

In honor of MLB Opening Day, we bring you the 2011 Red Sox Anthem, “This Is Boston”.

Even though the Red Sox don’t open their season until tomorrow, I wore my Red Sox jersey to work today.  I’m all in!

A Tradition Unlike Any Other One Shining Moment

Today’s Plinky prompt is:

What major sporting event do you get most excited about?

That’s a pretty easy answer for me… whichever championship one of my teams is in!

In the past decade alone, my teams have won six championships, so I’m a bit spoiled in this area.  Three Super Bowl wins by the New England Patriots (2002, 2004, 2005); two World Series championships by the Boston Red Sox (2004 and 2007); and one NBA championship by the Boston Celtics (2008).

Each of those championships is special to me, and I savor all of those wins.  They were exciting moments, and the runs up until those clinching wins were just as thrilling.

Finally!

The losses are just as memorable.  When the Red Sox lost the ALCS in Game 7 in 2003, I was distraught when Aaron Boone hit a home run off of Tim Wakefield.  In 2008, I was crestfallen when David Price was throwing fireballs past Jason Varitek.  I still don’t understand how the Patriots lost the Super Bowl in 2008, when Rodney Harrison was mauling David Tyree and the ball somehow stuck to Tyree’s helmet, after Eli Manning  incomprehensibly escaped Mike Vrabel, Richard Seymour, Adalius Thomas, and Jarvis Green.  Last year, in 2010, with six minutes left, I was positive that the Celtics were about to capture championship #18, even with Kendrick Perkins out for the rest of the game — no way would Ron Artest hit that shot!

Side Note: That night, after the Celtics game was over, I had my first date with April. I’ll savor that more than any championship!

If my team is not directly involved, nothing beats the clinching game in the Stanley Cup Finals.  Jim Nantz might say that the Masters championship is “a tradition unlike any other“, and some people may prefer the March Madness “one shining moment” montage, but for my money, let me watch the Stanley Cup get lifted by the captain of an NHL team.  And then hand it off to the veteran on the team who hasn’t won it before.  My eyes were definitely glistening when Ray Bourque finally raised the Stanley Cup in 2001, even if he was wearing a Colorado Avalanche jersey instead of the yellow-and-black spoked B of the Bruins.

Tampa Bay, The Retirement Home For Baseball Players

I’m at the San Jose Sharks game this evening with my brother, and writing this post on my iPhone, so it’ll be short.

I asked Alex, “What should I write about?” His suggestion was the recent signings of Manny Ramirez and Johnny Damon by the Tampa Bay Rays.

My reaction: Low risks for Tampa, and short money. The Ramirez signing in particular was very low risk, only one year at $2 million. If he’s not producing, or he’s a malcontent, he can be released without a big loss on the investment. Neither guy has a lot left in the tank, but combined, they start to replace the offense lost when Carl Crawford and Carlos Pena left as free agents.

The state of Florida has always been where old people go to retire, and the Tampa Bay franchise is no exception. There’s a precedent set by Wade Boggs, a former Red Sox star, goes elsewhere for continued success, then arrives in Tampa to reach a career milestone and finish his career. For Boggs, it was his 3000th hit, which came in a Tampa uniform. Damon needs two more productive years, maybe three, to get to the 3000 hit plateau. Manny is fairly close as well, but probably won’t play long enough to get to 600 home runs.

Either way, I don’t expect these signings to keep the balance of power with Tampa Bay in the AL East. My Red Sox reloaded with Carl Crawford and Adrian Gonzalez, rebuilt the bullpen with Bobby Jenks and Dan Wheeler and others, and can’t possibly have as many injuries as last year. The evil Yankees should be as formidable as last year, although not likely to be better.

The Good, The Bad, and the Ugly

Here’s a quick recap of my weekend.

The Good

Aren't we cute?

April came out for the weekend for my company’s holiday party.  We had a great time Friday night, and we spent a terrific Saturday together.  I can’t tell you how much this woman means to me.  To give you just a glimpse, here on Sunday, I dropped her off at the airport before 12pm… but leading up to that:

  1. She baked me an apple pie, a leftover from my birthday.  Look, people, anytime a girl bakes you a pie, she’s a keeper.
  2. She asked me if she could borrow a Patriots jersey.  I gave her my Tom Brady jersey to wear on the plane back to Houston.  Despite the fact that my team lost today in the playoffs, my girl was supporting my team.  That’s HUGE.  She would mean the world to me even if she wasn’t indulging me by supporting my teams.  I can’t tell you how blessed I feel.
  3. And a lot more… April, I love you so much.

And, a consolation prize on Sunday, I had a chance to commiserate with my brother Mark about the Patriots, and to Skype with his wife and kids.  Seeing my niece and nephew warms my heart after a heartbreaking loss.

The Bad

  1. April went back to Houston.  I was tempted to not bring her back to the airport.  I mean, really, what could she do?  If I didn’t drive her to the airport, she’d be stuck here, and then I win, right?
  2. The New England Patriots lost.  Bad enough, especially with the amount of trash-talk I’ve been doing over Twitter… but it also cost me $20 to Joey Parsons.

The Ugly

  1. See #2 in The Bad.
  2. April forgot her iPhone in my car when I dropped her off at the airport.  FedEx is good, but it’s not cheap to send a package next day over Federal Express.  As the guy at the FedEx Office location said, “The price has gone up in 2011.”

So… when do pitchers and catchers report?  Boston Red Sox, all the way in 2011!

PostScript

As I was typing this up, I was texting with a good friend, a fellow Patriots fan.  While we are both disappointed in the outcome of today’s game, we are both in good places in our lives.  When it’s all said and done, the sports element pales in comparison to the other things we have to be thankful for in our lives.  We can smile to ourselves when we talk about our respective ladies, and feel warmth in our hearts when we recognize true friends.  Miss you, bud, and I miss all of my old friends where the distance keeps us from hanging out.

Measuring Success

In some professions, the metrics for success are straightforward. A surgeon performs an operation – does the patient live or die? An auto mechanic repairs a transmission – can the customer drive their car home? A boxer lands punches – does the opponent get up from the canvas before the referee can count to ten? An actress auditions for a part in a movie – does she appear on the big screen come opening weekend?

When I narrow in on the software industry, there are some jobs that are pretty clear on success metrics as well. A sales rep has a quota to hit every month, every quarter, every year. A programmer has to write code that meets the product requirements he was given, and the finished product has to meet quality standards.

Not everyone in the software industry has such clear cut measures of success, though. I’m one of those people, where my job is hard to describe, even to my own co-workers, and my managers don’t always have a clear picture of what I’m doing from day to day. A lot of the time, even I don’t have a clear picture of what I’m doing from day to day, and there isn’t a specific end goal in mind. I’m the only person in my company doing my role, which makes it difficult to compare myself against other employees.

Every quarter, I come up with somewhat arbitrary objectives for myself that I propose to my management as the basis for my bonus pay. There may be some minor tweaking of those objectives by my management – dial this up a notch, dial this other one down a notch, replace this third one with another comparable one that they had in mind, etc.

Invariably, three months later, when it comes time to review the past quarter’s objectives and my attainment of those objectives, we have to fiddle with the results. Instead of doing A, B, and C, I wound up doing A, C, and D. D is comparable to C, so it’s all good. And I overachieved on B by 50%, so it’s fine that I missed the mark on A by 10%.

And so it goes, every three months. Today was one of those days when I met with my boss about my bonus objectives and setting the next measures of success.

Coincidentally, when I was driving home from work this evening, I was listening to sports radio talk about the baseball Hall of Fame results that were announced today. It struck me that the Hall of Fame voting this year illustrated that even baseball has difficulty with measuring success.

I have never used steroids, period.

This was the year when a pitcher (Bert Blyleven) made the Hall of Fame without meeting the previously-held standard metrics for success (less than 300 wins, no Cy Young Awards); and, a hitter (Rafael Palmeiro) was left out of the Hall of Fame despite exceeding traditional benchmarks that guaranteed inclusion (more than 3,000 hits AND more than 500 home runs).

The baseball writers who vote on the Hall of Fame ballots reviewed these two players’ performances and allowed for a fudge factor in the measures of success. For Blyleven, they were able to look past the “easy” numbers and realize that 287 wins for some pretty bad teams is close enough, when you add in 3701 strikeouts and a whole slew of advanced statistics that I don’t pretend to understand. For Palmeiro, the voters ignored the “easy” metrics, instead focusing on the positive test for steroids that earned Palmeiro a suspension – no matter how much finger-wagging he did before Congress.

A salesman can do whatever it takes to make the deal, taking shady orders, just so long as he meets quota. A programmer can cut corners to ship the code on time, sacrificing quality and fault tolerance, skimping on documentation, half-finishing features.

Sometimes you simply have to look past the established measures of success in order to evaluate performance.