This week we witnessed a couple of big explosions, that of a nuclear test conducted by North Korea and one at Wrigley Field conducted by Cubs pitcher Carlos Zambrano. Both were pretty sporty. However, there the difference is more than one being the test of a weapon of mass destruction and the other an emotional response after a close play at home. One was a deliberate premeditated act and the other in some sense a “crime of passion.” They are very different types of acts.
North Korea under the despotic Kim Jung Il decided to give the big fat flying middle finger to the United States, South Korea, Japan, China and Russia. It is interesting that even the Russians and Chinese seem kind of pissed about what the boy named Kim did. Kim now known as the “Great Leader” having been promoted from simply the “Dear Leader” is kind of wacky but in a dangerous sort of way. The surly North Koreans then decided that they no longer considered the 1954 armistice valid. This of course raised the pucker factor on the Korean peninsula and Japan. Nukes are serious stuff, ask the Japanese. I remember back in 2002 when my ship, the USS Hue City was deployed supporting Operation Enduring Freedom the Indians and Pakistanis came perilously close to a nuclear confrontation. We were in between the Indian and Pakistani fleets and their patrol aircraft buzzed us frequently. It was as my Captain said “A bit sporty.” Back in my days as a Company XO and Company Commander in Cold War Germany we waited for the day that the Russian would come across the Fulda Gap. While there I was trained as a Nuclear, Biological and Chemical (NBC) Defense Officer. The training was kind of cool. We got to learn how much radiation, measured in “Rads” that we could take and live. We learned about blast effects, fallout patterns and decoding EAM’s. The really cool yet scary thing was that the 1:50,000 maps we used to plot the fallout patterns showed our housing areas. It really brought home that this was not a game. When the nuclear plant at Chernobyl had its little meltdown the radiation cloud actually went over where we lived. I think this is why some people refer to me having a “glowing” personality. So what the nutty North Koreans have done is kind of serious. Of course they do crazy stuff all the time, but this appears to be their first successful nuke test and significantly raises the stakes. Of course I want this to pass as it is baseball season and for the first time I have season tickets. I don’t want a huge war to screw this up. Of course I want it to not happen at all, but if it does I would prefer it to wait until after the baseball season is over.
Speaking of baseball, Cubs ace Carlos Zambrano was suspended for six games following this meltdown.
Now I will not cast stones at Zambrano. He plays with passionate fire and really strives for excellence. I have seen him pitch and he is amazing. I love to watch him and only wished that he pitched for the Giants. I have a passion for what I do and want to be the best at that I can. Like Zambrano I have had similar meltdowns when I have felt like I was getting screwed, be it by an umpire or someone else. I have been tossed from church softball games, pulled aside by coaches and when I watch Zambrano doing his thing I want to hide because I have done this before…well I didn’t take a bat to a Gatorade cooler, but had we had one I might have. I have thrown things, kicked dirt on umpires and got in people’s faces. As noted in a previous post when I was in the Army I got thrown out of the officer advanced course and did not help myself by having a Zambrano like meltdown in the process. I was so lucky to have Chaplain Rich Whaley save me on several occasions both when I got thrown out and when I was the assistance course leader of my Chaplain Officer Basic Course. With my PTSD I had a number of meltdowns at the tail end of my Iraq tour, before I knew I was whacked out, and have had my moments since I came home.
Now to be fair to me, I am not proud of those kind of outbursts. I usually feel worse afterward because I don’t like being out of control. I like to control my emotions and stay calm. I am like a Romulan in that aspect. I try to keep myself in perfect control but can blow it big, unlike my Vulcan cousins. I have been fortunate. First I had people who helped ensure that I did not destroy my Army career. Likewise, I have had a number of people in my life since I have come back from Iraq help me learn to manage this. In fact I was able to step back from the brink at one Chaplain Conference where I thought the main presenter had ambushed me and violated essential facets of how cases are presented. I discussed the matter with my colleagues and run a plan by my Department Head on how to publicly address the situation, get my point across and not look like an ass in doing so. It was like doing a “brush back” pitch rather than a “bean ball.” I was controlled and afterward got out before I could do anything stupid while department head smoothed ruffled feathers. The audience was pretty much in a state of shock when I did this, many in sat in silence as I finished and a number of my colleagues who felt the same way as I applauded when I finished. I left the room and a colleague came out with me and walked with me for a while to make sure that I was okay. I avoided going nuclear. I didn’t get tossed this time. It was a victory. At the same time I know that when I start playing softball or old man baseball again I will get fired up, and probably like Zambrano tossed out. If I go into coaching I will probably have arguments with the umpires and hopefully they will not be like this classic Minor League blow up…talk about nukes. This one is for the ages:
Anyway, I do thank the Deity Herself from keeping me safe from my own tirades and am glad for all those who help me stay in the game and keep my head now. Because of them and others who have both helped and protected me in the past I hope to be able to mentor and teach others.