Ground Control Can You Feel Me?; Need Permission to land...
A few thoughts while working on Labor Day, listening to JFK's inaugural address, and balancing the duality of man - trying to figure out where everything went wrong, while trying to figure out how to rejoice in the moment.
Watched Wedding Crashers last night - apropos, in that my good friend VP tied the knot in a wonderful ceremony in the Queen City of the Sound on Sept. 1.
It was a little eerie during the scenes with Owen Wilson, sad and morose over the loss of Claire Cleary (Rachel MacAdams), delivering a sad-sack toast at a reception he was crashing.
In those episodes where art imitates true life, here's a situation where you hope it turns out like the end of the movie.
"If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich..."
Well, sports fans, welcome to your conundrum.
Your pointed question.
Your ethical dilemma.
Rodney Harrison admitted the receipt and use of HgH - human growth hormones. He said he used them to help to recover from some of the many career-threatening injuries he has sustained throughout his career.
Rodney Harrison is, er, was one of my all-time favorite New England Patriots. Not any more.
Rodney Harrison's play used to make me jump out of my seat and yell. It used to make me pick up my cellphone and call my friends and yell obscenities.
Rodney Harrison's play was inspiring, as he went 100 mph and put forth 100% effort, 100% of the time.
Now, it's tainted. The "how-the-shampoo-is-he-back-playing-already?" questions now have their answer. A chemically-enhanced answer.
I'm sorry. For all the venom and bile spewed at the feet of Barry Bonds, Mark McGwire, Sammy Sosa, Rafael Palmeiro, etc... Rodney Harrison might not deserve all of that - and to his credit, he has "manned up" and admitted his guilt and offered his apologies - but he does deserve to have his accomplishments demerited.
As a Patriots diehard, I'll look forward to seeing #37 back on the field. I'll look forward to his hard hits and all-out play. But I'll also attach a label and stigma to it.
Cheating is cheating, no matter who does it.
"Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths, and encourage the arts and commerce."
Nice to have the farmhands making significant contributions for the Red Sox this time of year.
Can we expect a Johnny Vander Meer from Clay Buchholz? Doubtful. Heck, he might not start again in the regular rotation.
And that's fine.
But if you can pick up wins from the likes of Buchholz, Lester, get offensive (and defensive) contributions from Brandon Moss and Jacoby Ellsbury, then it's all gravy.
I feared the loss of Manny Ramirez would cripple this team. Not that they've been hitting the cover off the ball, but putting a gaping hole in the 4-spot means that everyone bumps up a spot. And that means JD Shampoo goes back into the 5-hole.
But if they can continue to string together some pitching, some timely hitting, and a little bit of luck, it'll all come together. We hope.
Magic number: 20 and counting.
"Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, in order to assure the survival and the success of liberty."
Congrats to Pedro Martinez for making it back to the bigs for the Mets' stretch run. Hard not to still admire Petey from afar. And it's equally as hard to see him in the blue and orange 45.
Still not the strangest 45 in professional sports, but nonetheless...
And double congrats to Appalachian State.
Nothing like rolling into town, banging the homecoming queen, stealing her rich boyfriend's wallet, and leaving with a wagon full of glory.
I'm sure there's a nicer way to put it, but shampoo it, I'm working on Labor Day. I'm entitled to my return to the BFC.
Speaking of which, good to see Johnny Rags - the BFC's long-standing card-carrying member.
Status: nauseous and annoyed.
That's about it.
Whew, feels good to let TLBR take the mean, bad, angry voices out of my head.
And thanks for reading. The voices are YOUR responsibility now. Feeding time at 7, noon, and 7.