basketball
September 23, 2009
- The crescent moon is the end of a bracket. It hangs in the sky without nails. One minute I look and it is clearly visible, the next it is barely there at all. The black copse of trees beyond in the field to the south, appears to bow down and pay homage to this spectacle as I do at the dining room table, a candle lit in a blue glass holder that my mother in law gave to me many years ago. There is ...
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September 19, 2009
- The basketball game is in the fourth quarter with only 6 minutes left to paly. Spain vs. Greece. And ever since about the halfway mark of the 3rd quarter the Spanish team has been flying. the score is Spain 73 and Greece 54. The Spanish team is on fire! the Greek team is tired and can't keep up when the game turns and spain heads for their on basket to score.It is still an exciting game ...
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September 15, 2009
- I recently sold "It's Your Choice! Decisions that Will Change Your Life" to Loving Healing Press. It should be released before the end of this year. I'm one of those people who are always looking for wisdom. Whether it's from the mouth of a babe, the sight of the ocean, something you are reading, or a decision you made that turned out to not be so wise and boy are you ever going ...
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June 26, 2009
- It poured with rain all night long and the drops made pitter patter sounds on the skylight and I blamed them on the fact that I did not sleep so well. I got out of bed at five thirty am and headed downstairs to brew some coffee and let the dogs run free. I could see the Cuckoo Man out on the road. I have never seen him so late into the month of June before this year. Usually,come mid June he ...
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May 28, 2009
- "In Los Angeles he is a legend. Yousay Raymond, they say Lewis. You say Lewis, they say Raymond."--Bob Hopkins, former New York Knicks assistant coach Raymond Lewis died this week. He was the greatest basketball player you never heard of. His is a tragic story of Shakespearean dimensions. A story of enormous, wasted talent. The tale of an inner city black kid who was given bad ...
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April 14, 2009
- I drove down to the bowels of the country today, back into a lost place, the Ireland that I had thought no longer existed. Middle son had a training in Thurles, Tipperary and so we headed off at nine am to make the two and a half hour journey. Actually, just writing two and a half hours doesn't sound long at all but when you have to navigate narrow roads and potholes and tractors and dangerous ...
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March 31, 2009
- There are russet and yellow and white sails swishing by in the rear view mirror, the eaves of the houses I pass appear that way to me today. The sky is clear and the daisies dot the hedgerows like freshly fallen snow. The birds sing and I sing along. I look at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes bright and blue. I wave to strangers. I am light as thistle down drifting in the breeze. I ...
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March 28, 2009
- It's March Madness, which means living and breathing college basketball for many people. Everyone is watching the college teams as they make their way to the Final Four. I must admit that I have only once participated in filling in the brackets and watching as my teams got knocked out of elimination; however, despite that, I really got into it and watched almost religiously for each game's ...
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March 22, 2009
- Today is Mothers Day in Ireland. I woke up to a lovely card from my three sons. It is a reproduced lithograph and shows the back of a woman's body sitting on a diving board. She is clad in a black swimsuit. The sea below her is a teal blue. I related to her immediately because I feel like that sometimes. Do I stay sitting on the board or jump off? Most of the time I sit and....I gaze. ...
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March 11, 2009
- Stanley Kessler’s father taught school with the guy who hired ushers for Penn football games. Stanley and I worked the fall of ‘56 and again in ‘57. You got $1 a game. You walked the ticket holders to their seats on the long, wood benches that ran up the sides of Franklin Field. You flicked the seats with a rag. If you had a rich alum or a sport on a date, you might catch a tip. I worked ...
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