I just finished trudging through Maureen Dowd’s rant on how the unfortunate athletes that are paid MILLION$ to play football are taken advantage of (http://www.nytimes.com/2013/01/09/opinion/dowd-he-who-knew-not.html). Clearly a slow day at The Times…
Well, let’s see, we’ve come from the gladiators at the forum to the gladiators on the gridiron…we could go back to having them fight to the death with cries of “Ave Ceasar, morituri te salutant”
Now, I could respond to her using all the $50 words I could muster, just to keep in step with her columnist style book, but why?
The fact remains that in the field of battle(uh, I mean sport) the players are subject to being sacrificed…be it due to a new injury incurred during a play/event or the aggravation of an old one. The PLAYERS KNOW THE RISKS involved…they stay in the game for monatary and ego aggrandizement…little else… I don’t see anyone holding a gun (registered with permit – of course!) to their heads…or any other parts of their anatomy!
But then, to the victor goes the spoils, Front Page pictures in (you guessed it!) the NY Times, and all kinds of other ego boosting accolades…
What’s the final solution? Well, we could all become bovinistic agrarianists, …but there’s really no fun watching farmers chase cows through the goal posts on Sunday afternoon…
And that’s the way I see it, From Where I Stand….
So long Debbie, we’re going to miss you.
If you had told me Sunday morning while I was drinking my coffee and slathering cream cheese on my bagel that in a few short hours I was going to get slammed with the news of Debbie’s passing, I’d’ve told you, “no way!”. Yet as the news confirmed and spread Sunday afternoon, the totally stunned responses around America echoed the same reply.
Many of us think through many kinds and types of events for contingency planning and ideas. This one never even came up on any radar screen as a possibility. Yet, here we are.
Most of us remember the smiles, long hair, energy and great hugs that were the Debbie we knew. The Debbie we all miss. The Debbie we will remember.
Disease takes many forms. Unlike a cold, diseases of the mind don’t leave us with sniffles, coughs and sneezes that are easy to treat. The pain doesn’t come from visible bruises, skinned knees or broken bones, but it is none the less just as real. Unlike liver disease, it doesn’t turn us a bright orange, yet like cancer it can be just as deadly.
Many of us are familiar with the movie, The Big Chill. This week we are experiencing our own Big Chill. For similar reasons and a similar catalyst, we are all meeting together again, many for the first time in years, others decades. Many of us recounting lives and times of yester year, all of us searching for answers to questions that plague us all. Questions that to most of which there are no answers to.
Yet from this chill comes a warmth. A warmth that comes from the renewed ties that bound us all together in the first place. And many renewings that take their own unique shapes and forms with each of us.
Also from this chill comes the warmth that we are not alone in this conquest and sojourn we call life. There is a Higher Authority that cares even more than we can. And even though, especially at times like this, while we don’t understand why or the big picture, we have the faith to believe he is in control and that when we are all reunited and the big picture explained, we will accept his wisdom as the best solution and path for all our lives. And, our Big Chill will melt into the warmth of a big reunion and celebration of victory.
But, for right now, we deal with the pain of loss. Lead by the memories of our pasts, we comfort each other and help each other through the chill of today, into the warmth of tomorrow. For tomorrow is our future. Tomorrow is when we’ll be all reunited again and we won’t have to ask “why” anymore.
As we bring this time and our celebration of the life of our friend to a close, let us look forward to the dawn. A dawn without disease and a day of renewed friendships and joy.
I’m Don Rima, and that’s the way I saw it, From Where I Stand.
Danica Patrick – Will she ever win more than the megabuck$ from endor$ment$?
Danica Patrick wrecked again. It’s becoming to be almost mundane and boring to read about yet another Danica Patrick wreck in the sporting news.
Her latest turn of misadventureous driving was at the Michigan International Speedway on Monday while she was subbing for Tony Steward in what was supposed to be a Goodyear tire test in Michigan, designed to prepare drivers for the Pure Michigan 400 race on August 19. You’d've probably heard about it more had the olympics not drowned out the rest of the sporting news.
Considering that this is Patrick’s 2nd wreck in less than a week, one has to wonder just how prepared she is and how concerned the rest of the track should be.
Perhaps she should just stick to being hot, sexy, enticing, seductive, and all those other things that she’s been known for all along, and leave the driving to Greyhound…
That’s the way I see it, From Where I Stand…