I spend far too much time on twitter. I quit it for 6 months once and it was a glorious time of being invisible. But I missed some friends and also had to get back on to do the 2nd annual Beemie Awards. But it’s also lots of fun to mix it up with racing people, tell jokes, bust chops and also have a community during sad times in the world. I recently had my living will/directive drawn up and asked to have my ashes scattered in Red Rock Canyon just west of my beloved Las Vegas. Maybe put a small rock or identifier in the ground if it’s possible. I can’t think of a better place or view to have for eternity. That canyon is the place I’ve found the most peace in this life. So why not the next one too?
But I thought about what will happen on twitter when I kick the bucket. So I’m asking the following people to please do the following things.
@TheRaiderFan–Please make at least 2 offensive jokes about how I died within 20 minutes of my reported death. They can be about how I died, fat jokes, anything. Just make sure you lose at least 5 followers after them because they’re so mean.
@RidindirtyDavis–Please Post a picture of LWGK pouring a cherry slurpee out on the beach at 9th avenue where you told me to park and bring quarters.
@CarlyKaiser–Use full words instead of abbreviations going forward. I’ll rest in peace knowing “Awkies” “Totes” and “Obvi” are no longer being used.
@EJXD2–Please tweet a joke about me being alive shortly after everyone hears I died then delete it after people get mad at you.
@Zweber–Please put a $20 show bet on the first 1/5 shot you see after I die.
@Barbaro1420–Please comment how my poor decisions led to my death and blame the liberals for my demise.
@downthestretch7–When you take over a racetrack someday please announce that I was your first choice for the announcer at the track, but I couldn’t take the job cause I’m dead.
@losponies–Eat a beef taco with cheese and a little Tapatio on it and then scream to the sky “YOU WERE RIGHT BEEM!”
@ABRLive/@danonymous–Please do a “twitter reacts” blog post with screenshots of people reacting to my death. Make sure at least one of them is from someone who says I was an asshole.
@BrianWSpencer–please make sure Rivelli does another commercial soon.
@ThoroughbredAR–Please brag about how you had $200 on the under of my death date.
@LDMcPherson–Doug remember you get 4 industry Super Rants per year. Use them wisely. I have told a few people to keep an eye on you and make sure you don’t go over that limit.
@BombsawayBob–While everyone is leaving messages of sadness about my death please play a Inverted Pyramid Superfecta at a small bullring track.
@PenelopePMiller–Please make your own award show call the Penelope’s where you give out awards for best GIF usage.
@TravisStone–Say “And the Race is On” at the start of the Kentucky Derby and give my novel Southbound a plug while they’re running down the backstretch of that Derby.
@LaffitPincayTV–You and Brandon Flowers from the Killers were my only two man-crushes in life. Just sayin.
@Starting_Gate–Retweet every comment made about me on twitter for 24 hours after my death. All 14 of them!
@TVGMike–Please do my eulogy on TVG and make it better than Todd Schrupps Hollywood Park speech.
@LaonCamps–Please repost that tweet about the White Sox GM loving “old brothers.” It cracks me up everytime I think about it. #LeMoyne
@Chare889–Please make the Evening Replay my call of the 2007 Cradle Stakes. It might take some work to find it but you can do it. Old Man Buck won it.
@Godarkhorse–Tweet out “Dude” with a little sad emoji next to it.
@StarryDay93–Post a link to a super sad emo song that nobody other than you and 4 other people in Maryland have heard and say it’s in my memory.
@StribLove–Remind everyone that anything I said on twitter was mostly a “work”.
@NateBalser–Watch after Murphs and when he tweets something stupid yell at him.
@Gabe_Prewitt–Turn a job down. Just one. :)
@InsideThePylons–Please Say something nice about a harness executive.
@CasseRacingNC–Name a horse “Beemie Awards” and make sure it’s one that’s good like Tepin.
@alyssejacobs–One day at Aqueduct when you have to buy the two hot dogs cause they won’t let you by one, give the other to a down on his/her luck gambler.
@Horsemandon–Put up a poll asking “Now that Beem has croaked who is gonna fill the gap of fake awards show and bad radio personality in racing?”
@AndySerling–During a major American event or a national tragedy, please tweet out your Aqueduct selections and analysis all at once to throw off everyone’s timeline.
and finally….@PortlandMeadows–Normally when an announcer dies they run a race in silence to honor them. I’d like to have an entire season at PM run in silence.
It’s been quite interesting to watch how people on social media and in person react to the news when a famous person dies. Prince died this week and to be honest, it really didn’t hit me at all because I never really connected to his music in any way. He was monumentally talented and a great guitar player, but as I said, his music never had any effect on me. So it was strange to sit back and watch the outpouring of support and memorials to someone I really hadn’t seen any of my “friends” online ever mention. I don’t doubt that many were huge fans, but he hasn’t done much since the age of twitter so it makes sense. I found that most of the week consisted of people being really affected by the news and sharing online while many of us who weren’t affected were texting one another saying “people are going crazy about this.”
At some point I had the thought, jeez these people are overreacting. That was until I thought about how I felt when musicians I did connect with died. But Jason, “you didn’t even know these people.” That’s a line that comes up when referencing people’s reactions to when famous people die. But here’s the thing. I could argue that I spent more time in my room and my car with Layne Staley and his singing than I did with most of my friends and even most of my family. There’s a reason when artists die the reaction is often more severe than when someone merely famous dies. I’ve never had any real reaction when a president died or like when Steve Jobs died. I mean, it’s sad anytime anyone dies, but to me artists share emotion through their works and that’s where the connection comes from. There were people who were grieving to Prince’s passing this week who had danced to his songs at their senior proms, at their weddings, on roadtrips, and a million other life experiences. That’s why their reactions were so visceral.
The other question I saw pop up this week was “does how someone dies effect your thoughts on them.” For me, 99% of the time the answer is no. If someone hurts or causes injury to others in the act of their death, that’s the exception. But if they hurt themselves, or overdose, or cancer, or jump of a bridge, that doesn’t effect how I look at their life. Because the death is only one part of the life. And while it’s often the freshest memory at the time, it’s not what’s important. I don’t care if Prince OD’d or had cancer or AIDS or slipped on a banana peel. He impacted millions of people in a positive way. How could that ever be a bad thing? I’ve always hoped when I die be it at my own hand or from being so overweight or from a car crash or old age, that my friends and family would focus on the good times we shared.
Anyways, a bit rambling but I found the reaction on social media and my reaction to the reaction interesting and wanted to jot down some thoughts.
Today is a happy day for me as it was 2 years ago my novel Southbound was published. I’ve been fortunate to get to do some cool things in my life. I’ve travelled and seen most of the country. I’ve gotten to host radio and tv shows. I’ve recorded a CD with my band Stabone, and gotten to announce horse races for a living. But of the things I’ve done, Southbound is probably the thing I’m most proud of. Not because it’s some great literary accomplishment, although I do think it’s a good story. But because it was something that I set my mind to and accomplished. It was a 3 year process from when I first started typing it up to the publication date. Which I’m told is actually not that long in the book world.
The first draft poured out of me. 82,000 words in just three and a half months. My fantasy at the time was to run away and become a full time gambler, even though I knew it would end badly. But I had quit gambling 7 months before I started writing it and honestly it was all I thought about. Southbound changed quite a lot from first draft to publication. The great people at Pandamoon Publishing offered tremendous insight and ideas. The biggest change was the original ending to the one that is in print. Southbound was originally a suicide note of sorts. Not necessarily of life, but of a lifestyle. It was me putting the bullet in the head of the gambler in me. It really did start out just as a therapeutic exercise and turned into much more. A bit of an irony is that my original ending had the character perishing in a cheap hotel room as that’s always how I saw that fantasy ending. And I’m typing this from a cheap hotel room🙂
I could go on and on about Southbound and what was happening in my life during the writing, editing and eventual publication. Things were not good. It was a painful time for me. But part of what helped get through that time was Southbound. It was always there for me. I remember sitting at home the day it was published and thinking “What the hell am I going to do now, I have nothing to work on?” For three years I had a project to focus on and now it was done. It was a strange feeling. But I love you Southbound and am as proud of you at 2 as I was the day you were born. Thanks for being in my life.
Today I heard of the passing last night of another friend and colleague from River Downs, H.M. “Humie” Johnson. Just a week or so ago we lost another member of that racetrack family, Jeff Riedel. Humie was a character of the racetrack, one of my favorite folks there. He was probably 70 or more years old when I got there in 2006 and his office as the “stall man” was right behind my desk where I took entries in the morning before the races. Humie was a long time trainer and eventually switched over to working on the backside at the track. He was ornery but extremely lovable. He took to me right away.
I’ll never forget a few days into me being there he said “Hey Mr. Announcer, come here,” summoning me to his office. “Where you from buddy?” he asked. I replied “I just moved here from Portland.” Humie sat back in his old creaky chair, I could tell he was going into deep contemplative thought. He replied, stone cold serious, “Portland, that’s up in Seattle right?” I died laughing. He thought Seattle was a state. I never corrected him, so I like to think he went to his grave thinking that.
Humie also gave himself the nickname “The Big Dicked Daddy from Cincinnati.” He claimed that all of his female admirers called him that but I’m pretty sure it was self diagnosed. He’d come strolling in “here comes the big dicked daddy from Cincinnati,” with a big grin on his face.
Humie kissed my mom’s hand when she came over to visit and he’d ask me all the time how she was doing with the look of love in his eyes. She was probably 25 years younger than him but he didn’t care.
He was a lovely guy and a total character. This has been a tough week with both him and Jeff’s passing. I had only talked to Humie a few times since I left Cincinnati in 2008 but each time I did he was always excited and we had a great conversation. I’ll really miss him.
Been some drama on the old twitter machine lately. People fighting, arguing, unfollowing, blocking, and being called the “Wrong Crowd”. When I decided to come back to twitter I made My Twitter Ten Commandments that I’ve been trying to follow. Sure I stray from them like anyone, but I always come back to them during times of strife on the net.
- Thou Shalt Not Retweet Compliments
Don’t do this. All your friends will DM behind your back saying “what an arrogant asshole.” or “we get it someone liked Southbound”. But I’ve yet to meet anyone who likes when a public handicapper RT’s people telling them nice pick.
2. Thou Shalt Not Tell Others who to follow or not follow
It’s nobody’s business who you follow other than yours. If you like someone who everyone else thinks is an asshole, so what. You find something interesting about them. If I hate seeing someone pop up in my timeline cause my friend is talking to them, just block the person I don’t want to see. But don’t ever let someone tell me what I should have on my timeline. Ever.
3. Thou Shalt Not Get Mad When Someone Unfollows
I used to use one of those Unfollow tracker services and all it did was bum me out. Then I realized, it shouldn’t. That doesn’t mean they hate me. It means they didn’t want to read my stuff at that point in their life. And that’s just fine. So followers, please come and go as you wish. I have times when I have to take a break from people who I genuinely like, but they are tweeting about annoying shit.
4. Thou Shalt Not ask “Follow me so I can DM you”
My email address is on my website in the contact section. And if you don’t want to look there it’s firstname.lastname@example.org I’m just not a big fan of this move cause then when I unfollow a couple hours later you’re going to think I’m a dick. Which I probably am. So don’t make me have to do that.
5. Thou Shalt Not Say “THIS” and nothing else when posting a RT
I just don’t like it so I don’t do it. You can keep doing it but just know I hate you a tiny bit when you do.
6. Thou Shalt Not Answer Jokes
I still do this and it’s the hardest one for me on the list. When someone says something funny I should just laugh, tell them it’s funny, fave it, RT it or just nod my head in approval. Not try to add to it and make it about me. I hate when people do it to my jokes so why do I step on theirs?
7. Thou Shalt Not Say “I/We gave out that trifecta”
No you didn’t. You picked 4 horses and 3 of them hit the board. You didn’t give out shit unless you specifically said box the 4 horses in the trifecta for $24. Also…..nobody is gonna box your 4 horses in a tri box.
8. Thou Shalt Not try to take away anyone’s livelihood
This one really pisses me off. Because I don’t like someone on twitter doesn’t mean I should @ mention their company and say they’re bad just cause I don’t like them. That person is trying to eat and feed their family and make a living. Never do that.
9. Thou Shalt Not Out anyone
If someone has their account on private or posts under a pseudonym, they must be wanting the privacy for a reason. So I shall let them have that. And if they are rude or mean or whatever, I shall simply unfollow them and move on.
10. Thou Shalt Not insult people whose politics are different than me
Seriously, nobody likes political twitter person. But if I’m gonna make political posts I should never put someone else down or insult them cause they don’t agree with me. We all have different pasts that have led us to our present.