This is where I'm going to post some comments to my letter from Stern, et al., re-explaining the decision to suspend Amare and Boris. A FULL WEEK after the suspensions four days after the Suns were eliminated, Stern and Jackson decided to explain themselves yet again. Why? Why did the email go out on the day of the Draft Lottery?
I'm just going to pick apart some lines. Sort of a brainstorm before the more focused and articulate response comes out.
I have to put something in out of order, because I don't know where it goes, but its bugging me. Someone (maybe more) in that national media said that the suspension really hurt because Amare and Boris were primarily responsible for guarding Duncan. Well, maybe in Game 1. Please, don't try to do us any favors; get your facts straight so I'm not lumped in with your un-educated opinion.
To paraphrase The Bard once again, "Methinks Stern doth protest too much." This is where the fun begins:
"Thank you for taking the time to contact us about the suspensions of Amare Stoudemire and Boris Diaw of the Phoenix Suns. Although we probably will not change your mind, we wanted to share with you the rationale for the rule and the facts requiring our decision."
Translation: "Let me patronize a little more. I seem to still keep getting heat for this thing and you babies should just listen."
"Although we probably will not change your mind ..."
Condescending is not a strong enough adjective here. They know we just can't get it through out little heads and wanted to take the opportunity to point that out again.
"The Rule
Rule 12, Section VII(c) of the NBA Official Playing Rules says: 'During an altercation, all players not participating in the game must remain in the immediate vicinity of their bench. Violators will be suspended, without pay, for a minimum of one game and fined up to $50,000.'"·
Okay? But where are the terms "altercation" and "immeidate vicinity" defined. A wrote one about this already. How can you have a "bright line" rule that creates "strict liability" if the terms are not defined? Come on, Dave, you're supposed to be a layer.
"The purpose of the rule is to prevent an on-court altercation from getting worse by making sure that players on the bench do not become involved -- whether or not they intend to."
So, intention is not a part of the decision? Didn't Stern talk about Duncan's "intent," "body language," and "facial expressions" on the now-infamous Dan Patrick Interview. Dave, so we're sure, which part should I be writing down? That which you email me or the words that you utter?
"The fewer the number of players on the court, the less likely it is that an altercation will escalate and the more likely it is that the referees and coaches will be able to restore order without serious injury to players or to fans."
This is why he makes the big bucks.
· The rule doesn't look to the intent of the players leaving the bench and it does not distinguish among the curious, the peacemakers or those seeking to become involved in the altercation.
Tim Duncan and Bruce Bowen?
"The reason for this is simple -- the players on the court have no idea what a player's intent is when he leaves the bench and in the heat of the moment they may well assume the player is approaching as an aggressor. Thus, the language of the rule is firm: 'violators will be suspended.'"
I'm not going to re-hash this one as everyone has already linked to all of the other exceptions that have been made. Did all those guys in the Knicks-Nuggets "altercation" that came off the bench get suspended? I dont' know.
"· This is not a rule that can be enforced on a case-by-case basis"
Then, why have you done so in the past? And with Bowen and Duncan? It gets a lot better below when he starts talking about the intentions of Amare and Boris. Buckle up.
" -- if a player were able to leave the bench and later argue his case and avoid a suspension, there would be more players leaving the bench."
Do you really think so? Perhaps it is true. Of course, most employees are allowed some sort of hearing before being punished. I may be able to live with this comment, though.
"And because the rule has been applied consistently over the years, bench-clearing incidents have been rare."
It has not been applied consistently.
"Overall, the leaving-the-bench rule, together with others, has succeeded in dramatically reducing the amount of fighting in the league and all but eliminated serious injury during fights that do occur."
It was in place before the Brawl at Auburn Hills, right? Yeah, it was a great deterrent there.
See, this is the problem with making statements based on anecdotal evidence. That's about as logical as saying, "There's a large rock in my front yard and I've never been attacked by a bear. Do you want to purchase my bear-protecting rock so as to safeguard your family?"
In order to prove this statement, you need, at a minimum, the following:
1. An analysis of the frequency of fights in which the benches clear (or are largely emptied) both before and after the rule.
2. An analysis of the seriousness of the injuries occuring during bench-clearing brawls before and after the rule.
3. Evidence, probably based on player interviews, examining why they did not join into on-court altercations. Step 3, of course, only happens if the empirical data from 1 and 2 supports your hypothesis.
"· Teams and players are reminded of the rule before every regular season and again before the playoffs. Teams try to ensure that their players comply with the rule by both reminding them of it and assigning assistant coaches the job of keeping players in the vicinity of the bench when incidents do occur."
As soon as the coaches could, they turned around and tried to keep everyone back. They did a good job. Again, though, please give a definition of "vicinity" that is less vague than "between 1 and 25 feet from your seat."
"· As soon as Steve Nash was fouled, both Amare and Boris ran toward the scene, each ending up over 20 feet away from the Suns' bench and near the altercation."
So, every hard foul is automatically an "altercation"? That's interesting.
In any event, "immediately" after the foul, nothing was going on. Nash was in a heap and Horry was walking away like a boxer after a knock-out blow.
"Despite what many have said, they didn't 'walk' a few feet from the bench and they didn't 'wander' onto the court."
Are you saying they ran over to Nash? Maybe they did, I can't remember right now.
"· No one knew what the players' intentions were when they left the bench and they could very easily have gotten involved in the altercation had it spilled over in their direction."
I think we can agree this happened very near the Suns' bench. If they had stood up and the "altercation" spilled over toward them, would they have been in trouble.
At this point, you may want to stop me and say, "That's quite a few 'what-ifs' and we're not dealing in hypotheticals here." I'd be forced to agree with you, but I'd also point out that you should have easy, very defensible answers if it's such a clear-cut, bright-line rule.
"Zero tolerance," right? That means all you have to do is robotically answer and not make any decisions. Decision-making without using judgment is always what leads to the robots taking over humankind in the sci-fi movies.
"And although you could say they were having a "natural" reaction to seeing their teammate go down, assistant coaches are supposed to stop bench players from acting on those kinds of reactions,"
Again, Duncan in the second period. Look, you applied "judgment" and "discretion" to that situation but not to this one.
Oh, wait a second. I reminded everyone to buckle up, right? What "reactions" are the coaches supposed to stop? The "natural" ones?
Stu Jackson said that he's never seen anyone "trying to check in like Amare did." Why is that relevant, Stu?
Answer: Because you guys made it relevant by dancing around the Duncan-in-the-second-period question.
"which was the case with the 17 other players (active and inactive) who were on the benches at the time and did not leave."
Why is this relevant? Who cares what they were thinking, right? Who cares about their "intent," right? Are you trying to point out that not everyone gets up every time? Yeah, we all know it can be done. I suppose these two guys are just too stupid to follow along with what everyone else does.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Didn't We Already Get Over This?
I was about ready to let this go. In fact, I had let it go. Now, however, days after the fact, the NBA decides to poor salt in the (closed) wound with this pathetic, pandering palaver. I'm going to leave it here for a while. I'm going to be busy for a couple of days, but I will get back around to this soon. Just because it's all too easy, I'm going to post something picking this thing about. I'm also going to write an open letter to the NBA in response. I'll probably post that letter, too.
For Pete's sake! Who's having trouble getting past this?
"Methinks Stern doth protest too much."
Here is what was in my email inbox today:
Thank you for taking the time to contact us about the suspensions of Amare Stoudemire and Boris Diaw of the Phoenix Suns. Although we probably will not change your mind, we wanted to share with you the rationale for the rule and the facts requiring our decision.
The Rule
Rule 12, Section VII(c) of the NBA Official Playing Rules says: "During an altercation, all players not participating in the game must remain in the immediate vicinity of their bench. Violators will be suspended, without pay, for a minimum of one game and fined up to $50,000."
· The purpose of the rule is to prevent an on-court altercation from getting worse by making sure that players on the bench do not become involved -- whether or not they intend to. The fewer the number of players on the court, the less likely it is that an altercation will escalate and the more likely it is that the referees and coaches will be able to restore order without serious injury to players or to fans.
· The rule doesn't look to the intent of the players leaving the bench and it does not distinguish among the curious, the peacemakers or those seeking to become involved in the altercation. The reason for this is simple -- the players on the court have no idea what a player's intent is when he leaves the bench and in the heat of the moment they may well assume the player is approaching as an aggressor. Thus, the language of the rule is firm: "violators will be suspended."
· This is not a rule that can be enforced on a case-by-case basis -- if a player were able to leave the bench and later argue his case and avoid a suspension, there would be more players leaving the bench. And because the rule has been applied consistently over the years, bench-clearing incidents have been rare. Overall, the leaving-the-bench rule, together with others, has succeeded in dramatically reducing the amount of fighting in the league and all but eliminated serious injury during fights that do occur.
· Teams and players are reminded of the rule before every regular season and again before the playoffs. Teams try to ensure that their players comply with the rule by both reminding them of it and assigning assistant coaches the job of keeping players in the vicinity of the bench when incidents do occur.
The Facts Requiring the Stoudemire and Diaw Suspensions
· As soon as Steve Nash was fouled, both Amare and Boris ran toward the scene, each ending up over 20 feet away from the Suns' bench and near the altercation. Despite what many have said, they didn't "walk" a few feet from the bench and they didn't "wander" onto the court. In fact, they engaged in the very conduct the rule was meant to stop.
· No one knew what the players' intentions were when they left the bench and they could very easily have gotten involved in the altercation had it spilled over in their direction. And although you could say they were having a "natural" reaction to seeing their teammate go down, assistant coaches are supposed to stop bench players from acting on those kinds of reactions, which was the case with the 17 other players (active and inactive) who were on the benches at the time and did not leave.
As with all NBA rules, this one can be changed by a vote of the Board of Governors. Rules are typically changed following a recommendation from the Competition Committee, which will discuss the leaving-the-bench rule (along with several other items) at its next meeting. At this time, we don’t have a better rule to recommend.
One thing everyone can agree on: this was an extremely unfortunate circumstance. We never want to suspend players for any game, much less a playoff game, but for all the reasons described above, the facts dictated the application of the rule.
For Pete's sake! Who's having trouble getting past this?
"Methinks Stern doth protest too much."
Here is what was in my email inbox today:
Thank you for taking the time to contact us about the suspensions of Amare Stoudemire and Boris Diaw of the Phoenix Suns. Although we probably will not change your mind, we wanted to share with you the rationale for the rule and the facts requiring our decision.
The Rule
Rule 12, Section VII(c) of the NBA Official Playing Rules says: "During an altercation, all players not participating in the game must remain in the immediate vicinity of their bench. Violators will be suspended, without pay, for a minimum of one game and fined up to $50,000."
· The purpose of the rule is to prevent an on-court altercation from getting worse by making sure that players on the bench do not become involved -- whether or not they intend to. The fewer the number of players on the court, the less likely it is that an altercation will escalate and the more likely it is that the referees and coaches will be able to restore order without serious injury to players or to fans.
· The rule doesn't look to the intent of the players leaving the bench and it does not distinguish among the curious, the peacemakers or those seeking to become involved in the altercation. The reason for this is simple -- the players on the court have no idea what a player's intent is when he leaves the bench and in the heat of the moment they may well assume the player is approaching as an aggressor. Thus, the language of the rule is firm: "violators will be suspended."
· This is not a rule that can be enforced on a case-by-case basis -- if a player were able to leave the bench and later argue his case and avoid a suspension, there would be more players leaving the bench. And because the rule has been applied consistently over the years, bench-clearing incidents have been rare. Overall, the leaving-the-bench rule, together with others, has succeeded in dramatically reducing the amount of fighting in the league and all but eliminated serious injury during fights that do occur.
· Teams and players are reminded of the rule before every regular season and again before the playoffs. Teams try to ensure that their players comply with the rule by both reminding them of it and assigning assistant coaches the job of keeping players in the vicinity of the bench when incidents do occur.
The Facts Requiring the Stoudemire and Diaw Suspensions
· As soon as Steve Nash was fouled, both Amare and Boris ran toward the scene, each ending up over 20 feet away from the Suns' bench and near the altercation. Despite what many have said, they didn't "walk" a few feet from the bench and they didn't "wander" onto the court. In fact, they engaged in the very conduct the rule was meant to stop.
· No one knew what the players' intentions were when they left the bench and they could very easily have gotten involved in the altercation had it spilled over in their direction. And although you could say they were having a "natural" reaction to seeing their teammate go down, assistant coaches are supposed to stop bench players from acting on those kinds of reactions, which was the case with the 17 other players (active and inactive) who were on the benches at the time and did not leave.
As with all NBA rules, this one can be changed by a vote of the Board of Governors. Rules are typically changed following a recommendation from the Competition Committee, which will discuss the leaving-the-bench rule (along with several other items) at its next meeting. At this time, we don’t have a better rule to recommend.
One thing everyone can agree on: this was an extremely unfortunate circumstance. We never want to suspend players for any game, much less a playoff game, but for all the reasons described above, the facts dictated the application of the rule.
Monday, May 21, 2007
Requiem for an NBA Season
Before I start, I want to put everything in a little perspective …
The universe is something like 15 to 20 billion years old (that’s nine zeroes). The planet earth is about 4 billion years old. The apes that eventually became humans appeared over 2 million years ago (the dinosaurs died out over 60 million years before that), and “thinking man” is less than 50,000 years old.
One day in high school this hit me like a ton of bricks. Rather than become a depressed Cadmus existentialist, I scorned Sisyphus and decided those two had missed the point. On a very cosmic level, we will never succeed, but in transcendent moments, we do have some high points.
Watching Steve Nash during the post-game for Game 6, I wondered, “How many times do you have to lose before you succeed?” I look around at myself and, while congratulating myself on how far I’ve come, I consider all that I haven’t accomplished and all that I won’t accomplish.
The human spirit strives for perfection, but humans never attain it. Sometimes, we get glimpses of perfection and success, but these are fleeting moments. For some reason, though, we keep going back for more.
You can be nihilistic about it, only focusing on the failure to get that rock up the hill, or we can embrace the ride. If you’re moving through life with blinders on, you’ll certainly miss quite a bit. I encourage you (and me) to ditch the atheistic existentialist view and embrace the transcendental view.
Fitting, too, that this occurred over the Feast of the Ascension. That time between Easter and Pentecost when the Apostles didn’t know what to do. Huddled and hiding in an apartment. Waiting, wondering and scared. Thinking to themselves, “What the hell are we going to do now?” Remember when you got married, changed jobs or had a child? What the hell? Right?
I can hear D’Antoni saying, “Look, this is fun. We’re trying our best and enjoying the ride.” He’s not the best tactical coach ever, but I appreciate him for this strategic attitude. Too bad basketball’s not more like football where the head coach isn’t much more than a glorified cheerleader – a strategist – and the assistants do all of the nuts-and-bolts work for the team.
Or, as Homer Simpson would say, “Feel that pounding in your chest and that tingling in your left arm?”
How can you do anything but smile? This is fun. This is exciting. This is what life is about.
Pentecost for the disciples of the Suns is coming on Tuesday. If the Suns are truly cursed, then Atlanta – against the odds – gets the number 3 pick. If not, we’ll get some divine intervention. If it goes well, maybe the pre-game introductions should have a flame over Steve Nash's head instead of the flames coming from his fingers.
Either way, though, we’ll be back for the ride. We had some good times this year. Barbosa’s killer 3 in Chicago. The OT battles with New Jersey and Dallas. Game 5 in Phoenix was the most fun sporting event I’ve ever attended.
Damn, we had a good season. Let’s go back for more.
The universe is something like 15 to 20 billion years old (that’s nine zeroes). The planet earth is about 4 billion years old. The apes that eventually became humans appeared over 2 million years ago (the dinosaurs died out over 60 million years before that), and “thinking man” is less than 50,000 years old.
One day in high school this hit me like a ton of bricks. Rather than become a depressed Cadmus existentialist, I scorned Sisyphus and decided those two had missed the point. On a very cosmic level, we will never succeed, but in transcendent moments, we do have some high points.
Watching Steve Nash during the post-game for Game 6, I wondered, “How many times do you have to lose before you succeed?” I look around at myself and, while congratulating myself on how far I’ve come, I consider all that I haven’t accomplished and all that I won’t accomplish.
The human spirit strives for perfection, but humans never attain it. Sometimes, we get glimpses of perfection and success, but these are fleeting moments. For some reason, though, we keep going back for more.
You can be nihilistic about it, only focusing on the failure to get that rock up the hill, or we can embrace the ride. If you’re moving through life with blinders on, you’ll certainly miss quite a bit. I encourage you (and me) to ditch the atheistic existentialist view and embrace the transcendental view.
Fitting, too, that this occurred over the Feast of the Ascension. That time between Easter and Pentecost when the Apostles didn’t know what to do. Huddled and hiding in an apartment. Waiting, wondering and scared. Thinking to themselves, “What the hell are we going to do now?” Remember when you got married, changed jobs or had a child? What the hell? Right?
I can hear D’Antoni saying, “Look, this is fun. We’re trying our best and enjoying the ride.” He’s not the best tactical coach ever, but I appreciate him for this strategic attitude. Too bad basketball’s not more like football where the head coach isn’t much more than a glorified cheerleader – a strategist – and the assistants do all of the nuts-and-bolts work for the team.
Or, as Homer Simpson would say, “Feel that pounding in your chest and that tingling in your left arm?”
How can you do anything but smile? This is fun. This is exciting. This is what life is about.
Pentecost for the disciples of the Suns is coming on Tuesday. If the Suns are truly cursed, then Atlanta – against the odds – gets the number 3 pick. If not, we’ll get some divine intervention. If it goes well, maybe the pre-game introductions should have a flame over Steve Nash's head instead of the flames coming from his fingers.
Either way, though, we’ll be back for the ride. We had some good times this year. Barbosa’s killer 3 in Chicago. The OT battles with New Jersey and Dallas. Game 5 in Phoenix was the most fun sporting event I’ve ever attended.
Damn, we had a good season. Let’s go back for more.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Today is a Good Day to Die
I actually thought about using that title in a pre-Game 5 blog, but I was just too amped to think straight. I haven't been that wired for a sporting match since I was actually on a competitive team. I really thought we were going to get blown out and keep marching, much like the final assualt in Glory.
Today, I feel so useless. At Game 5, at least I felt like I added something as a loud fan. Before going further, I've got to say that was the best sporting event I've ever been at. It was kind of like a high school basketball game; every rebound, loose ball, shot and pass had the crowd cheering.
In high school, we went to a playoff game down in Tucson our senior year to cheer on the team (we lost that game, too). I was able to get down there, though. It was loud and hostile and fun. Paul Bertolini got escorted out of that game by an armed security guard for swearing at the other team's players (we sat behind their bench). At least I felt we could do something for the team.
Being at Game 5 was something like the atmosphere of the US v. Mexico soccer match a few months ago. That was hostile territory, too, but the Mexican fans were great. It was a great scene. I went to that game thinking, "Well, I watch and try to enjoy it." But a few minutes into the match, I really wanted the US to score so I could celebrate in the middle of the enemy territory.
I'd really love to be in San Antonio today.
Alas, I'll probably be at the Dubliner in my Pat Burke jersey drinking Guinness. Not a bad place to be ...
Is this something like raising your kid and sending him off to college -- now you can only watch? Growing up in Phoenix with the Suns as our only sports team, I've lived and died with this team. We may never win a championship, but you don't love your child only if she's smart and pretty, right?
Stop babbling!
How is anyone supposed to get anything done while we're waiting?
Update:
Fear is setting in. Everyone on the radio is saying that if we get this win, we'll definitely get Game 7. Sound familiar? Yes, that what they were saying in 1993 when the Bulls came to town for Game 6.
Damn that John Paxson! You know, he was open because of Barkley. He went for a steal at the top of the key, leaving Grant open under the basket. Ainge didn't double Grant, he ran over to provide some help defense -- which was probably a good move. Then Grant kicked it to Paxson. That shot had more hang time than any punt in football history.
Today, I feel so useless. At Game 5, at least I felt like I added something as a loud fan. Before going further, I've got to say that was the best sporting event I've ever been at. It was kind of like a high school basketball game; every rebound, loose ball, shot and pass had the crowd cheering.
In high school, we went to a playoff game down in Tucson our senior year to cheer on the team (we lost that game, too). I was able to get down there, though. It was loud and hostile and fun. Paul Bertolini got escorted out of that game by an armed security guard for swearing at the other team's players (we sat behind their bench). At least I felt we could do something for the team.
Being at Game 5 was something like the atmosphere of the US v. Mexico soccer match a few months ago. That was hostile territory, too, but the Mexican fans were great. It was a great scene. I went to that game thinking, "Well, I watch and try to enjoy it." But a few minutes into the match, I really wanted the US to score so I could celebrate in the middle of the enemy territory.
I'd really love to be in San Antonio today.
Alas, I'll probably be at the Dubliner in my Pat Burke jersey drinking Guinness. Not a bad place to be ...
Is this something like raising your kid and sending him off to college -- now you can only watch? Growing up in Phoenix with the Suns as our only sports team, I've lived and died with this team. We may never win a championship, but you don't love your child only if she's smart and pretty, right?
Stop babbling!
How is anyone supposed to get anything done while we're waiting?
Update:
Fear is setting in. Everyone on the radio is saying that if we get this win, we'll definitely get Game 7. Sound familiar? Yes, that what they were saying in 1993 when the Bulls came to town for Game 6.
Damn that John Paxson! You know, he was open because of Barkley. He went for a steal at the top of the key, leaving Grant open under the basket. Ainge didn't double Grant, he ran over to provide some help defense -- which was probably a good move. Then Grant kicked it to Paxson. That shot had more hang time than any punt in football history.
Thursday, May 17, 2007
What Evil Lurks in Bruce Bowen's Shadow?
Here's a link to a really good entry about "the shadow" of your "true self"-- you know, that other thing, lurking around, waiting for an opportunity to take over. Good, evil and the dualistic nature of man on display. If you can't win being you, then perhaps you should unleash "the shadow" and see what happens. If being you isn't good enough, do a 180 and see where it gets you.
I'm reminded of that linebacker in the movie, The Program. The guy who starts on steroids in the off-season to get a starting spot on the team, then he excels, gets caughts and sucks again. He gets on the 'roids -- and, in a cause-and-effect sequence similar to Popeye and his spinach -- makes the big play in the big game, only to lose everything. Who would've thought that movie warranted deep psycho-analysis; but, he did paint his face while on the juice so at least there was some symbolism.
I've been sitting here wondering what really rubs me the wrong way about Bruce Bowen. I mean, he's a cheap and dirty player, but why does that bother me?
A little more literary allusion before I go on. Remember Richard Rich from A Man for All Seasons? Early in the play, he asks Sir (later Saint) Thomas More for an appointment. More refuses because he knows Rich does not have the character to steer clear of temptation and corruption. More tells him to avoid his shadow and stay out of politics.
"Be a teacher," More says.
"But who will know what I do? What about prestige?" Rich asks (I'm paraphrasing here).
"Your students. Yourself. Your Lord. How can you ask for a better audience than that?"
Not surprisingly, Rich betrays More for political reasons. It does not benefit a man to gain the whole world in exchange for his soul, but for Wales, Richard? For Wales?
Bill Simmons really pointed out Bowen's shadow in this article. He sums it up thusly:
"There's no doubt in my mind -- absolutely none -- that at some point between Boston and San Antonio, Bruce Bowen decided to do whatever it took to remain in the NBA. Even if it meant becoming a dirty player. "
Some may argue that he's not "dirty" he's merely "smart" or "opportunistic." Well, okay, you mean like an opportunistic ninja lurking in the shadows?
I'm sure if he ever reads this, he'll just laugh at me while driving off in one of his many Porsches (or some such other expensive ride). What lurks in his heart, though, that would allow his shadow to take over? It can be greed or love of money, because he seems like a relatively smart and determined guy who could've done well in many different walks of life. He had some drive, some desire to want to become dirty so that he could play in the NBA (similar to the face-painting 'roid monster or the attention-starved Rich).
Bowen is the Bill Lumburgh (Office Space) of the NBA. He represents all that is wrong with the NBA.
I'm reminded of that linebacker in the movie, The Program. The guy who starts on steroids in the off-season to get a starting spot on the team, then he excels, gets caughts and sucks again. He gets on the 'roids -- and, in a cause-and-effect sequence similar to Popeye and his spinach -- makes the big play in the big game, only to lose everything. Who would've thought that movie warranted deep psycho-analysis; but, he did paint his face while on the juice so at least there was some symbolism.
I've been sitting here wondering what really rubs me the wrong way about Bruce Bowen. I mean, he's a cheap and dirty player, but why does that bother me?
A little more literary allusion before I go on. Remember Richard Rich from A Man for All Seasons? Early in the play, he asks Sir (later Saint) Thomas More for an appointment. More refuses because he knows Rich does not have the character to steer clear of temptation and corruption. More tells him to avoid his shadow and stay out of politics.
"Be a teacher," More says.
"But who will know what I do? What about prestige?" Rich asks (I'm paraphrasing here).
"Your students. Yourself. Your Lord. How can you ask for a better audience than that?"
Not surprisingly, Rich betrays More for political reasons. It does not benefit a man to gain the whole world in exchange for his soul, but for Wales, Richard? For Wales?
Bill Simmons really pointed out Bowen's shadow in this article. He sums it up thusly:
"There's no doubt in my mind -- absolutely none -- that at some point between Boston and San Antonio, Bruce Bowen decided to do whatever it took to remain in the NBA. Even if it meant becoming a dirty player. "
Some may argue that he's not "dirty" he's merely "smart" or "opportunistic." Well, okay, you mean like an opportunistic ninja lurking in the shadows?
I'm sure if he ever reads this, he'll just laugh at me while driving off in one of his many Porsches (or some such other expensive ride). What lurks in his heart, though, that would allow his shadow to take over? It can be greed or love of money, because he seems like a relatively smart and determined guy who could've done well in many different walks of life. He had some drive, some desire to want to become dirty so that he could play in the NBA (similar to the face-painting 'roid monster or the attention-starved Rich).
Bowen is the Bill Lumburgh (Office Space) of the NBA. He represents all that is wrong with the NBA.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
Stu Jackson on the Radio
I listened to Stu on both 910 and 620 this morning. He said that the rule is a "bright-line" rule and is one of "strict liability," meaning that if you leave the bench during an altercation, you're suspended.
Well, okay, but let's look at "altercation" and "immediate vicinity" again. When he was asked for a definition of each term, he gave HIS definition. Therefore, by giving HIS definition, players and coaches are left to use their ESP as to what he means by these words. In order to create a "bright-line" or "strict liability" rule, these terms should be clearly defined.
In his defense, he gave a pretty good definition (IMO) of "altercation." Notwithstanding my grievance regarding the inherent vagueness and subjective nature of the use of HIS, unwritten definitions, the defintion did make sense. See, Stu, you can exercise judgment!
I can't remember the specifics of that definition right now, but it sure made a lot of sense. Per this definition, the Duncan-on-the-court incident in the second period would not warrant discipline.
However, let's get picky on defintions, Stu, if it's such an easy rule to read. When asked what "immediate vicinity" meant, he said, "Well, 20 to 25 feet is not the 'immediate vicinity.'" He then went on to say that one foot away from the bench would be the "immediate vicinity." This means that "immediate vicinity" is somewhere between 1 and 25 feet from your seat on the bench. That is anything but a clear rule.
From here on out, an essential part of every team's staff needs to be a Stu Jackson mind-reader so they know how far off the bench the players can be.
Well, okay, but let's look at "altercation" and "immediate vicinity" again. When he was asked for a definition of each term, he gave HIS definition. Therefore, by giving HIS definition, players and coaches are left to use their ESP as to what he means by these words. In order to create a "bright-line" or "strict liability" rule, these terms should be clearly defined.
In his defense, he gave a pretty good definition (IMO) of "altercation." Notwithstanding my grievance regarding the inherent vagueness and subjective nature of the use of HIS, unwritten definitions, the defintion did make sense. See, Stu, you can exercise judgment!
I can't remember the specifics of that definition right now, but it sure made a lot of sense. Per this definition, the Duncan-on-the-court incident in the second period would not warrant discipline.
However, let's get picky on defintions, Stu, if it's such an easy rule to read. When asked what "immediate vicinity" meant, he said, "Well, 20 to 25 feet is not the 'immediate vicinity.'" He then went on to say that one foot away from the bench would be the "immediate vicinity." This means that "immediate vicinity" is somewhere between 1 and 25 feet from your seat on the bench. That is anything but a clear rule.
From here on out, an essential part of every team's staff needs to be a Stu Jackson mind-reader so they know how far off the bench the players can be.
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Forgiveness
I'm just writing something down so I don't forget it. Maybe I'll come back to it later, maybe I won't.
Over the Easter weekend I was watching parts of Jesus of Nazareth and The Greatest Story Ever Told. I was very sick and slipping in and out of awake-time and un-restful sleep. I did wake up, however, to see several scenes of Jesus forgiving various sex offenders. The lady with the oil on his feet, the "throw the first stone" speech -- you know the ones.
He went out of his way to forgive these persons and chastise those that would stone them to death. The clear message I got was, "Judge not, lest ye be judged."
These teachings and warnings, however, did not accompany sins like murder, rape or the more heinous crimes. Today, one may call prostitution a "victimless" crime (although there is no such thing).
It makes me wonder what Jesus would have taught had an angry mob wanted to stone a murdering rapist. It makes me wonder why the Gospel writers didn't include such a story.
On the one hand, we can infer that those who these "lesser" crimes deserve more slack. On the other, it may be that we are supposed to be able to get the message from a story or two; moreover, Jesus didn't intend for only some sinners to be forgiven.
It may not be anything. Maybe I'll re-visit this issue.
Over the Easter weekend I was watching parts of Jesus of Nazareth and The Greatest Story Ever Told. I was very sick and slipping in and out of awake-time and un-restful sleep. I did wake up, however, to see several scenes of Jesus forgiving various sex offenders. The lady with the oil on his feet, the "throw the first stone" speech -- you know the ones.
He went out of his way to forgive these persons and chastise those that would stone them to death. The clear message I got was, "Judge not, lest ye be judged."
These teachings and warnings, however, did not accompany sins like murder, rape or the more heinous crimes. Today, one may call prostitution a "victimless" crime (although there is no such thing).
It makes me wonder what Jesus would have taught had an angry mob wanted to stone a murdering rapist. It makes me wonder why the Gospel writers didn't include such a story.
On the one hand, we can infer that those who these "lesser" crimes deserve more slack. On the other, it may be that we are supposed to be able to get the message from a story or two; moreover, Jesus didn't intend for only some sinners to be forgiven.
It may not be anything. Maybe I'll re-visit this issue.
Monday, April 02, 2007
Deuce the Athlete and Julia the Sweetheart
Deuce probably won’t make millions playing basketball or football. We were doing some jumping today, and the kid’s got no hops. He’ll also probably be a lot like his old man and be just shy of six feet (maybe a little taller). It’s a shame, because he’s got a great nickname.
His cousin Declan is enormous and has a good shot at playing football. He’s like 16 pounds at three months. His head is good-sized, too.
My boss says soccer is good because one doesn’t have to be a freak of nature to excel at it.
The boy has a good tolerance for pain, though. We were practicing bounce passes tonight – I kept telling him, “Let’s pass like Steve Nash!” Since he’s a big Nash fan, we really worked the fundamentals of the bounce pass and it was fun. Except for the time he failed to catch the ball with his hands and decided to catch it with his face. He got a very bloody nose, to which his reaction was, “Daddy, I got boogers, I need to blow my nose.” A few Kleenex and a new t-shirt and we were back at it.
Last Sunday, we were at a kids’ Easter party in which there were games. He was the first kid to hit the basket three times with the bean bag. The other parents said he was “leaning in” but he was behind the line. It’s not our fault he knows the rules of the game and uses them to his advantage. They aren’t “loop-holes” if they’re written into the law.
Then, for the next game, they had the egg-in-the-spoon race. That’s the one where you have to win the race, but can’t drop the egg you’re holding in your spoon. The contestants used plastic eggs that they had hunted earlier in the day. After having the rules explained to him and experimenting with the egg in his spoon, the boy ran back over to me telling me that his egg was too big. He wanted a smaller egg that would fit better in the spoon. After the equipment change, he won the race.
Earlier last week, we were playing soccer in the back yard. We practiced kicking with both feet (I think he’s right-handed and right-footed). I said he should kick with his left foot, too. Being ambidextrous is key in soccer. Later in the night, when I complimented his ambidextrous kicking, he said, “I have two feet so I kick with two feet.” I didn’t even prompt that.
Julia is growing well. For a while there, she was very low on the weight and height charts, but she’s gaining weight. Very petite. She still has her Daddy’s blue eyes, too. Her mom’s there, too – she’s very cute but very demanding.
I like that she stares longingly at me.
His cousin Declan is enormous and has a good shot at playing football. He’s like 16 pounds at three months. His head is good-sized, too.
My boss says soccer is good because one doesn’t have to be a freak of nature to excel at it.
The boy has a good tolerance for pain, though. We were practicing bounce passes tonight – I kept telling him, “Let’s pass like Steve Nash!” Since he’s a big Nash fan, we really worked the fundamentals of the bounce pass and it was fun. Except for the time he failed to catch the ball with his hands and decided to catch it with his face. He got a very bloody nose, to which his reaction was, “Daddy, I got boogers, I need to blow my nose.” A few Kleenex and a new t-shirt and we were back at it.
Last Sunday, we were at a kids’ Easter party in which there were games. He was the first kid to hit the basket three times with the bean bag. The other parents said he was “leaning in” but he was behind the line. It’s not our fault he knows the rules of the game and uses them to his advantage. They aren’t “loop-holes” if they’re written into the law.
Then, for the next game, they had the egg-in-the-spoon race. That’s the one where you have to win the race, but can’t drop the egg you’re holding in your spoon. The contestants used plastic eggs that they had hunted earlier in the day. After having the rules explained to him and experimenting with the egg in his spoon, the boy ran back over to me telling me that his egg was too big. He wanted a smaller egg that would fit better in the spoon. After the equipment change, he won the race.
Earlier last week, we were playing soccer in the back yard. We practiced kicking with both feet (I think he’s right-handed and right-footed). I said he should kick with his left foot, too. Being ambidextrous is key in soccer. Later in the night, when I complimented his ambidextrous kicking, he said, “I have two feet so I kick with two feet.” I didn’t even prompt that.
Julia is growing well. For a while there, she was very low on the weight and height charts, but she’s gaining weight. Very petite. She still has her Daddy’s blue eyes, too. Her mom’s there, too – she’s very cute but very demanding.
I like that she stares longingly at me.
Friday, January 19, 2007
We Love Little Rose
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Remeber that cheesy Aerosmith song from the killer-asteroid moive with Bruce Willis? Something about refusing to close your eyes because you "don't want to miss a thing"?
I can't put my little rose down. I did have a little bit of celebratory Black Bush tonight (I had to stay off the sauce for over a month due to "baby watch") but I figured that would get me to sleep.
It does help her sleep, too. I have a way with children. It always worked with Deuce. He's got this nighttime CD with lullabies and I could always get him to sleep by the third song. I use the same tricks on the girl. I have the "touch."
As soon as she can stand, I am going to train her in the deadly arts so that no boys ever touch her. I'm also going to buy a shot-gun. Not to use, just to clean when those horny preschool boys come over.
And, just so everyone knows, this is not the typical hypocritical male-chauvinist thing. I was a pretty good kid in high school. I do know what they're thinking, but not because I was seedy euro-trash lothario. Just because I'm observant.
Deuce has helped on this one, too. He's huge now, and I don't want to miss anything. It goes so fast.
After preschool, he said that he needed to get home because Julia missed him. Tonight, I had Julia in the room with him while we were reading (the wife was catching up on sleep). She cried through about four or five books and the boy never complained. He said, "Oh, sometimes babies are cranky. I will give Julia a kiss so she feels better." Then he crawled back on my lap to read while she cried on and on.
She's been asleep for a couple hours now and I can't put her down. Having two kids just makes the house feel full. We were kind of "buddies" and friends before with the three of us, and now its more of a loud family.
She also seemed to enjoy the Suns beat the Blazers tonight.
Monday, January 15, 2007
A New Babe
“A new born
Babe brings
Light to the cottage,
Warmth to the heart,
And Joy to the soul.
For wealth is family,
Family is wealth.”
Babe brings
Light to the cottage,
Warmth to the heart,
And Joy to the soul.
For wealth is family,
Family is wealth.”
-- Irish Proverb
Well, well, well, the first Kelly girl in over 90 years.
Well, well, well, the first Kelly girl in over 90 years.
Who's that good-lucking guy in a Pat Burke jersey?
Friday, December 22, 2006
Sleepy
Mom watched Deuce today while I was at work. We're trying to make sure that Mrs. JK-1 takes it easy so that Little Rose does not come too early.
When he got tired, Mom asked Deuce if he wanted to take his nap under the tree. He said, "No, it might fall on me, but I will sleep next to the tree."
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When he got tired, Mom asked Deuce if he wanted to take his nap under the tree. He said, "No, it might fall on me, but I will sleep next to the tree."
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Tuesday, December 19, 2006
A Banner Day for Phoenix Sports
Yesterday, the ASU women's hoops team played at Chase Field with the dome open and got rained out. A rain-out at a basketball game! They stopped the game at half-time, with the Lady Devils up by 15 or so. There were over 8,000 fans and players in windbreakers.
No, that's not it.
The Suns set a franchise record 15-game win streak today. Somewhere, Sir Charles is very sad.
No, that's not it.
Quickly, before I go much farther. Everyone, make sure to vote for AI for an Eastern All-Star. Let's just see what happens.
The game of the week occurred in our very own Washed-Up World Cup. Enbraz USA faced off against the Pyros earlier tonight. Enbraz had no subsitutes and was missing its team captian due to food posioning (most likely sabotage by the Pyros). But then again, he's really only the captain because he has everyone's email address; but we missed him!
Pyros also had a full second line to match up against the battered and depleted Enbraz team. Enbraz was also missing one of its leading scorers due to an injury from last week's match.
Early in the first half, about 4 minutes in, Enbraz' star defenseman, JK-1, was maliciously boarded. For the rest of the night, he could not put much weight on his right leg due to a twisted knee. Stay tuned for MRI reports in the morning. Knowing that his team needed him, JK-1 refused to stop playing.
Enbraz went down 3-0, but refused to stop playing. JK-1, hobbling on one leg, played stellar defense, saving two goals right off the line.
By halftime, the score was 4-3. JK-1 continued to struggle, infuriating several Pyros players in a Raja Bell like manner. One frustrated Pyro went so far as to do the chest-bump-thingy and exclaim that JK-1 was "all over him!" JK-1 calmly replied, "You're just pissed because I took the ball away and then dribbled around you on one leg."
With three minutes left in the match and the score tied 5-5, JK-1 decided it was time to make his move. After dispossessing a Pyro at midfield, JK-1 sent a through pass to his striker and ran to the open spot in a classic give-and-go manuever. The pass was too strong and into the corner. Drat the inferior passing skills of JK-1's teammates!
Chasing the ball into the corner as fast as his disabled leg would take him, JK-1 regained possession of the ball and carried it back to the middle of the attacking third -- right into two defensemen! With a clever shoulder drop, followed by a fake shot (kind of like a deke, for you hockey fans), he split the two defenders. With precious little time to spare, he scanned the goal to ascertain the goaltender's position.
Fortunately, the goaltender was out of position! Instead of coverin the near post, he was smack in the middle of the goal. "Fool!" thought JK-1. JK-1 leaned heavy on his left (plant) foot as if to go far post, but put left-english on the ball to curve it into the near post. Gooooooaaaaaallllll!!!
Victory.
Now, at m wife's suggestion, I plan to take about two weeks off to rehab my aching knee.
No, that's not it.
The Suns set a franchise record 15-game win streak today. Somewhere, Sir Charles is very sad.
No, that's not it.
Quickly, before I go much farther. Everyone, make sure to vote for AI for an Eastern All-Star. Let's just see what happens.
The game of the week occurred in our very own Washed-Up World Cup. Enbraz USA faced off against the Pyros earlier tonight. Enbraz had no subsitutes and was missing its team captian due to food posioning (most likely sabotage by the Pyros). But then again, he's really only the captain because he has everyone's email address; but we missed him!
Pyros also had a full second line to match up against the battered and depleted Enbraz team. Enbraz was also missing one of its leading scorers due to an injury from last week's match.
Early in the first half, about 4 minutes in, Enbraz' star defenseman, JK-1, was maliciously boarded. For the rest of the night, he could not put much weight on his right leg due to a twisted knee. Stay tuned for MRI reports in the morning. Knowing that his team needed him, JK-1 refused to stop playing.
Enbraz went down 3-0, but refused to stop playing. JK-1, hobbling on one leg, played stellar defense, saving two goals right off the line.
By halftime, the score was 4-3. JK-1 continued to struggle, infuriating several Pyros players in a Raja Bell like manner. One frustrated Pyro went so far as to do the chest-bump-thingy and exclaim that JK-1 was "all over him!" JK-1 calmly replied, "You're just pissed because I took the ball away and then dribbled around you on one leg."
With three minutes left in the match and the score tied 5-5, JK-1 decided it was time to make his move. After dispossessing a Pyro at midfield, JK-1 sent a through pass to his striker and ran to the open spot in a classic give-and-go manuever. The pass was too strong and into the corner. Drat the inferior passing skills of JK-1's teammates!
Chasing the ball into the corner as fast as his disabled leg would take him, JK-1 regained possession of the ball and carried it back to the middle of the attacking third -- right into two defensemen! With a clever shoulder drop, followed by a fake shot (kind of like a deke, for you hockey fans), he split the two defenders. With precious little time to spare, he scanned the goal to ascertain the goaltender's position.
Fortunately, the goaltender was out of position! Instead of coverin the near post, he was smack in the middle of the goal. "Fool!" thought JK-1. JK-1 leaned heavy on his left (plant) foot as if to go far post, but put left-english on the ball to curve it into the near post. Gooooooaaaaaallllll!!!
Victory.
Now, at m wife's suggestion, I plan to take about two weeks off to rehab my aching knee.
Darth Guinness
Ahhh, my two loves in one name.
Part of the reason I’m writing this is because I want to see if any of the members of the Blue Milk Cult ever visit. I will now know who is truly loyal.
One of the things, though, that’s always got me thinking is how chemicals influence thought – not just beer, but all sorts of stuff. Endorphins. Lithium. Dopamine. Caffeine.
Yes, caffeine. Sometimes, I get up early just to be groggy and take a hit of coffee. That groggy-kind-of-awake feeling. Then, the crash; you’re kind of sleepy around mid-day and get a really deep, comfortable nap. Ahhh, napping – my boy still takes an afternoon nap and that’s what I do on Sunday afternoons after my “Washed Up World Cup” game.
Right now, though, I’m on the straight-and-narrow with the pregnant wife and all. She’s going to pop any day. Can’t be drunk for that, now. So, I’m down to a couple in the morning to stop the shakes and a few at night to get to sleep.
No … but it will be a good night out on St. Patrick’s Day because (hopefully) that’ll be about the time jk-3 is sleeping more than 2 hours at a time and we’ll be rollicking at the O’Ceallaigh’s Second Annual St. Patrick’s Day party. It’s a Saturday, so I think we’ll order a Jumping Castle for the kids.
This has been kind of a pointless entry.
Part of the reason I’m writing this is because I want to see if any of the members of the Blue Milk Cult ever visit. I will now know who is truly loyal.
One of the things, though, that’s always got me thinking is how chemicals influence thought – not just beer, but all sorts of stuff. Endorphins. Lithium. Dopamine. Caffeine.
Yes, caffeine. Sometimes, I get up early just to be groggy and take a hit of coffee. That groggy-kind-of-awake feeling. Then, the crash; you’re kind of sleepy around mid-day and get a really deep, comfortable nap. Ahhh, napping – my boy still takes an afternoon nap and that’s what I do on Sunday afternoons after my “Washed Up World Cup” game.
Right now, though, I’m on the straight-and-narrow with the pregnant wife and all. She’s going to pop any day. Can’t be drunk for that, now. So, I’m down to a couple in the morning to stop the shakes and a few at night to get to sleep.
No … but it will be a good night out on St. Patrick’s Day because (hopefully) that’ll be about the time jk-3 is sleeping more than 2 hours at a time and we’ll be rollicking at the O’Ceallaigh’s Second Annual St. Patrick’s Day party. It’s a Saturday, so I think we’ll order a Jumping Castle for the kids.
This has been kind of a pointless entry.
Saturday, December 16, 2006
A Family Tradition
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Notes from Deuce’s first Suns’ Game.
I was really only hoping to make it to half time, but we made it the whole game.
When we walked into the arena, he was in awe. He loved the lights, the big pictures of basketballs (he pointed them out to me), but, most of all, the evegators (his word for both elevators and escalators – since we’re in the nosebleed section, we need to take the escalators up).
He also likes tickets, due to Polar Express. He likes to give his ticket to the ticket-taker like in the movie. He gave his ticket to the ticket-taker-man – an older fellow either working part-time for fun or for his wife’s prescription co-pay. The fellow said, “I like your light-up shoes.” So, the boy, did his Happy Feet dance (like the penguin in the movie) to show the old fellow the lights.
He loved the introductions. According to him, “It got a little dark, then there was fire. The players did not get too close because it is very hot. You cannot touch the fire. After that, the game started.”
He’s a big fan of the Gorilla. Isn’t everyone? After the game, when I asked him, “What did the Gorilla do?” He says, “The Gorilla plays basketball.” During the game, he informed me that the Gorilla does not play soccer, nor does the Gorilla play football. Good to know.
He enjoys chanting, “De-Fense! De-Fense!” while pumping his fist in the air. He did it most of the car ride home.
As some of you may already know, he’s a big Steve Nash fan. Golden State was doing well and we needed a shot, so good old MV3 dribbles up and takes a SuperShot. He hits it and the fans jump out of their seats and cheer. Deuce jumps up, throws his hands in the air, and yells, “Yay! Steve Nash!” I’m not sure he knew it was Nash, but he knows to cheer for Nash. He could also tell that something good happened.
We’ve also been working on some of the other players’ names. Sometimes, when he knows the answer to a question, he’ll ask that question. For example, when he knows he’s going to Target (he loves that store), he says, “Where are we going?” I answer, “I don’t know. Where are we going?” and he responds, “We’re going to Target.”
So, on the ride home, he asked, “Who did we see play basketball?” I said, “I don’t know.” And, he started rattling off players’ names.
They included:
Steve Nash
Amamire (which, I believe, is supposed to be Amare Stoudemire)
Boris Diaw (easy to pronounce)
Shawn Airion (he just forget the “M”)
And, for some reason, he thought he saw Pat Burke played tonight
After hitting the concessions stand (the first time), we picked up some napkins. While there, a young (25 or so) couple saw us. The man said to the woman, “When we have kids, I’m going to get them a Steve Nash jersey like he [Deuce] has.”
I hope they get to have a boy who loves to wear his Steve Nash jersey.
I was really only hoping to make it to half time, but we made it the whole game.
When we walked into the arena, he was in awe. He loved the lights, the big pictures of basketballs (he pointed them out to me), but, most of all, the evegators (his word for both elevators and escalators – since we’re in the nosebleed section, we need to take the escalators up).
He also likes tickets, due to Polar Express. He likes to give his ticket to the ticket-taker like in the movie. He gave his ticket to the ticket-taker-man – an older fellow either working part-time for fun or for his wife’s prescription co-pay. The fellow said, “I like your light-up shoes.” So, the boy, did his Happy Feet dance (like the penguin in the movie) to show the old fellow the lights.
He loved the introductions. According to him, “It got a little dark, then there was fire. The players did not get too close because it is very hot. You cannot touch the fire. After that, the game started.”
He’s a big fan of the Gorilla. Isn’t everyone? After the game, when I asked him, “What did the Gorilla do?” He says, “The Gorilla plays basketball.” During the game, he informed me that the Gorilla does not play soccer, nor does the Gorilla play football. Good to know.
He enjoys chanting, “De-Fense! De-Fense!” while pumping his fist in the air. He did it most of the car ride home.
As some of you may already know, he’s a big Steve Nash fan. Golden State was doing well and we needed a shot, so good old MV3 dribbles up and takes a SuperShot. He hits it and the fans jump out of their seats and cheer. Deuce jumps up, throws his hands in the air, and yells, “Yay! Steve Nash!” I’m not sure he knew it was Nash, but he knows to cheer for Nash. He could also tell that something good happened.
We’ve also been working on some of the other players’ names. Sometimes, when he knows the answer to a question, he’ll ask that question. For example, when he knows he’s going to Target (he loves that store), he says, “Where are we going?” I answer, “I don’t know. Where are we going?” and he responds, “We’re going to Target.”
So, on the ride home, he asked, “Who did we see play basketball?” I said, “I don’t know.” And, he started rattling off players’ names.
They included:
Steve Nash
Amamire (which, I believe, is supposed to be Amare Stoudemire)
Boris Diaw (easy to pronounce)
Shawn Airion (he just forget the “M”)
And, for some reason, he thought he saw Pat Burke played tonight
After hitting the concessions stand (the first time), we picked up some napkins. While there, a young (25 or so) couple saw us. The man said to the woman, “When we have kids, I’m going to get them a Steve Nash jersey like he [Deuce] has.”
I hope they get to have a boy who loves to wear his Steve Nash jersey.
Thursday, December 14, 2006
A Third Way
Don't fight, don't give in, but win.
I learned this stuff in high school. If anyone's got further clarification, it would be appreciated.
Walk the Extra Mile
Roman law only allowed soldiers to force a non-citizen to carry the soldier's armor for one mile. Recall that there were mile markers on every road -- the Romans found that stuff very important. Anyway, the law was there to make sure that the Romans didn't entirely piss off the subjugated populations. Recall that one of the Colonists' beefs with the English was the law allowing the British Army to sleep in a colonist's house, i.e., "quartering" -- there is even an amendment forbidding quartering (the third, if memory serves).
So, imagine this: A Roman soldier forces a Jew to carry his armor for a mile. They hit the mile marker and the Roman says, "Okay, you're free to go," but the Jew keeps walking with the solder's armor. Now, imagine the soldier chasing the Jew down the road so as not to get in trouble with his superior officer.
Turn the Other Cheek
Back in the day, there were "norms" about whom you could slap and how you could slap them. A back-handed, aka "bitch slap" was reserved for those giving the worst of insults to the worst of society. For some reason, you could open-hand slap a peer or an okay guy.
So, you get slapped on one cheek (which causes your face to move) and you immediately turn so that the guy can bitch-slap your other cheek. "Come on, I dare you."
There are alternatives to fighting. Kill'em with kindness.
I learned this stuff in high school. If anyone's got further clarification, it would be appreciated.
Walk the Extra Mile
Roman law only allowed soldiers to force a non-citizen to carry the soldier's armor for one mile. Recall that there were mile markers on every road -- the Romans found that stuff very important. Anyway, the law was there to make sure that the Romans didn't entirely piss off the subjugated populations. Recall that one of the Colonists' beefs with the English was the law allowing the British Army to sleep in a colonist's house, i.e., "quartering" -- there is even an amendment forbidding quartering (the third, if memory serves).
So, imagine this: A Roman soldier forces a Jew to carry his armor for a mile. They hit the mile marker and the Roman says, "Okay, you're free to go," but the Jew keeps walking with the solder's armor. Now, imagine the soldier chasing the Jew down the road so as not to get in trouble with his superior officer.
Turn the Other Cheek
Back in the day, there were "norms" about whom you could slap and how you could slap them. A back-handed, aka "bitch slap" was reserved for those giving the worst of insults to the worst of society. For some reason, you could open-hand slap a peer or an okay guy.
So, you get slapped on one cheek (which causes your face to move) and you immediately turn so that the guy can bitch-slap your other cheek. "Come on, I dare you."
There are alternatives to fighting. Kill'em with kindness.
Saturday, December 09, 2006
Oh, no! They're Flandersesses!
Just because I don't want to forget.
There's a Simpsons episode where Ned Flanders almost baptizes Maggie. Of course, Marge and Homer don't want Maggie to be a Flanders in God's eye. So, Homer goes to save her. Right now, I could use Homer's help.
I took Deuce shopping today. When the automatic door opened, he walked through and said, "Thank you, door." Just like Rod and Tod walking into the Kwik-E-Mart.
Save me, Homer!
There's a Simpsons episode where Ned Flanders almost baptizes Maggie. Of course, Marge and Homer don't want Maggie to be a Flanders in God's eye. So, Homer goes to save her. Right now, I could use Homer's help.
I took Deuce shopping today. When the automatic door opened, he walked through and said, "Thank you, door." Just like Rod and Tod walking into the Kwik-E-Mart.
Save me, Homer!
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Rock the Boat
I’ve often said that it’s hard to rock the boat when you’re rowing it.
This is the basis of my fundamental opposition to voter-driven initiatives. They’re just issues that legislators wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole. Why should we – the uneducated, ignorant and mis-informed masses – make such important decisions as multi-billion dollar trolley systems going through downtown?
We, the masses, should go to work, do our jobs, and let our elected representatives make these types of policy decisions. If you don’t like your representative, then vote him/ her out and/ or run for office yourself. Everyone has his or her role. Go row your boat and don’t worry about whether the other guy is doing his job.
As long as you keep rowing, things tend to work themselves out. Not always, but on the average. All we can really ask for is that, on average, things work out. That’s what we do with life.
Take child rearing as an example:
Kids that grow up in a loving home are less likely to engage in disruptive behavior like substance abuse or promiscuity. Kids that grow up with two parents in the home are less likely to commit crimes and less likely to commit serious crime. Now, we all know of the exceptions that prove the rule, but these are the simple statistics.
Have your kids brush their teeth twice a day and they’re less likely to get cavities. Keep your kids in sports, and they are less likely to have self-esteem issues and more likely to be physically healthy.
Again – odds, not certainties. That’s why I like to say that good luck is the intersection of hard work and opportunity. Get yourself prepared – do the best preparation you can – then jump into it. This is what every successful person does. Well, at least those “self-made” successes.
Things usually do work themselves out. I don’t know whether the glass is half-empty or half full, I’m just pissed that someone keeps drinking half my beer! How the devil do they keep doing that!? You’ve got to have priorities.
When I say that, I have to constantly remind myself not to get complacent. Things stop working themselves out when I stop rowing. I work on what I can, and I try to fix what I can, but I have to know when and how to act. I can only surmise that the decision-making process in this regard takes wisdom, experience and sound advice. It also takes a self-assuredness that can only come from hard work.
Talking about something and doing it are two different things. This is why I’m such a big advocate of athletic activity. You can feel pain, strain, doubt and anxiety in your training. Then, you get nervous before the performance. During the performance, you win or loose. Then you start over again. Eventually, you gain some proficiency in your athletic endeavor. You get better. You see results. You gain confidence. Then, your confidence begins to grow exponentially. At that point, you’re self-assured enough to take some chances and experiment a little. Sometimes you fail, but most experiments, on the average, give you good results.
It’s the same thing at work, the same progression. But, in local sports teams, you get to learn some lessons without the major consequences that go along with a merger, a lawsuit, a marketing campaign, or publication.
Wait around ... wait around ... wait around ... and, then move! Same as giving advice. Same as sticking your foot out.
There’s an old Chinese proverb (or something) that goes something like this, “Fortune favors the bold.” It may have been from Sun Tzu, or a paraphrase of something he said (if he really existed). I’m also not sure if I’ve got it quite right, but I like it the way it is.
Notice that fortune does not favor the “brave,” the “foolhardy,” the “brash,” the “outspoken,” or the “fearless.” Here’s a link for “bold” on dictionary.com. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/bold
Words used to define “bold” include courageous, daring, or beyond the limits of conventional thought. Einstein is used as an example.
There are some negative connotations to it, but I’d rather be bold than many other things. You need to be bold when hard work and preparation crosses paths with opportunity …
This is the basis of my fundamental opposition to voter-driven initiatives. They’re just issues that legislators wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole. Why should we – the uneducated, ignorant and mis-informed masses – make such important decisions as multi-billion dollar trolley systems going through downtown?
We, the masses, should go to work, do our jobs, and let our elected representatives make these types of policy decisions. If you don’t like your representative, then vote him/ her out and/ or run for office yourself. Everyone has his or her role. Go row your boat and don’t worry about whether the other guy is doing his job.
As long as you keep rowing, things tend to work themselves out. Not always, but on the average. All we can really ask for is that, on average, things work out. That’s what we do with life.
Take child rearing as an example:
Kids that grow up in a loving home are less likely to engage in disruptive behavior like substance abuse or promiscuity. Kids that grow up with two parents in the home are less likely to commit crimes and less likely to commit serious crime. Now, we all know of the exceptions that prove the rule, but these are the simple statistics.
Have your kids brush their teeth twice a day and they’re less likely to get cavities. Keep your kids in sports, and they are less likely to have self-esteem issues and more likely to be physically healthy.
Again – odds, not certainties. That’s why I like to say that good luck is the intersection of hard work and opportunity. Get yourself prepared – do the best preparation you can – then jump into it. This is what every successful person does. Well, at least those “self-made” successes.
Things usually do work themselves out. I don’t know whether the glass is half-empty or half full, I’m just pissed that someone keeps drinking half my beer! How the devil do they keep doing that!? You’ve got to have priorities.
When I say that, I have to constantly remind myself not to get complacent. Things stop working themselves out when I stop rowing. I work on what I can, and I try to fix what I can, but I have to know when and how to act. I can only surmise that the decision-making process in this regard takes wisdom, experience and sound advice. It also takes a self-assuredness that can only come from hard work.
Talking about something and doing it are two different things. This is why I’m such a big advocate of athletic activity. You can feel pain, strain, doubt and anxiety in your training. Then, you get nervous before the performance. During the performance, you win or loose. Then you start over again. Eventually, you gain some proficiency in your athletic endeavor. You get better. You see results. You gain confidence. Then, your confidence begins to grow exponentially. At that point, you’re self-assured enough to take some chances and experiment a little. Sometimes you fail, but most experiments, on the average, give you good results.
It’s the same thing at work, the same progression. But, in local sports teams, you get to learn some lessons without the major consequences that go along with a merger, a lawsuit, a marketing campaign, or publication.
Wait around ... wait around ... wait around ... and, then move! Same as giving advice. Same as sticking your foot out.
There’s an old Chinese proverb (or something) that goes something like this, “Fortune favors the bold.” It may have been from Sun Tzu, or a paraphrase of something he said (if he really existed). I’m also not sure if I’ve got it quite right, but I like it the way it is.
Notice that fortune does not favor the “brave,” the “foolhardy,” the “brash,” the “outspoken,” or the “fearless.” Here’s a link for “bold” on dictionary.com. http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/bold
Words used to define “bold” include courageous, daring, or beyond the limits of conventional thought. Einstein is used as an example.
There are some negative connotations to it, but I’d rather be bold than many other things. You need to be bold when hard work and preparation crosses paths with opportunity …
Monday, November 13, 2006
Abraham Re-Visited
When the rich man asked Jesus what he needed to do to see the Kingdom of Heaven, Jesus told him to “leave all behind and follow me.” Isn’t this the same thing that Yahweh asked Abraham to do?
Yahweh told Abraham that he would be the “Father of Nations” and have multitudes of children descendants. After many barren decades, Abraham finally had a son, Isaac, through whom God’s promise to Abraham would be fulfilled. Then, suddenly, God told Abraham to give it back – to leave it behind.
St. Paul writes that a man leaves his family behind to marry his wife. Jesus, the church’s bridegroom, leaves his life behind for his love – the church (people) on earth.
There’s a story about two monks (Hindu or Buddhist – I can’t remember) that are walking along a river. A woman is having stuck on a rock (or a log, or something) in the middle of the raging water. She is stuck and cannot get across.
The monks have taken a vow of chastity.
The older monk reaches out and helps the damsel in distress (an occidental term, but we’ll go with it). She thanks him and they all go on their way.
Ashen, the younger monk is troubled by the encounter. He asks the older monk something like, “How could you have done that and put your vow of chastity in danger?”
The older monk replies, “I left the woman at the river. Apparently, you have not.”
The lesson is not about resisting temptation (as I used to think), but it is about living in your moment – not the past, not the future, but where you are. It’s easy to resist temptation when you don’t dwell on it. You already know it’s wrong.
Jesus, in His occidental way, is teaching us about the dangers of attachment and how it detracts from Salvation. That’s why it’s so hard for a rich man to get to Heaven. Alec Baldwin did a very funny SNL skit where the rich people have invested billions to try to fit a camel through the eye of a needle – I think they turned the camel into a liquid to get it through. Going to a Catholic school with many rich kids (not me – yet), the teachers had to be clear that it was just “really hard” not impossible.
So, how do you do it? Faith. Simple, yet profound and difficult to understand. Kind of like E=mc2.
There aren’t that many good answers. But I do know this:
The simplest way to live is in the moment. The most rewarding way to live is in the moment. The least stressful way to live is in the moment. The most enjoyable way to live is in the moment. The way to get the most of your life is to live in the moment, because you may not get another one.
Maybe that’s why we’re supposed to have Abraham’s great faith in ourselves and in our Lord.
Yahweh told Abraham that he would be the “Father of Nations” and have multitudes of children descendants. After many barren decades, Abraham finally had a son, Isaac, through whom God’s promise to Abraham would be fulfilled. Then, suddenly, God told Abraham to give it back – to leave it behind.
St. Paul writes that a man leaves his family behind to marry his wife. Jesus, the church’s bridegroom, leaves his life behind for his love – the church (people) on earth.
There’s a story about two monks (Hindu or Buddhist – I can’t remember) that are walking along a river. A woman is having stuck on a rock (or a log, or something) in the middle of the raging water. She is stuck and cannot get across.
The monks have taken a vow of chastity.
The older monk reaches out and helps the damsel in distress (an occidental term, but we’ll go with it). She thanks him and they all go on their way.
Ashen, the younger monk is troubled by the encounter. He asks the older monk something like, “How could you have done that and put your vow of chastity in danger?”
The older monk replies, “I left the woman at the river. Apparently, you have not.”
The lesson is not about resisting temptation (as I used to think), but it is about living in your moment – not the past, not the future, but where you are. It’s easy to resist temptation when you don’t dwell on it. You already know it’s wrong.
Jesus, in His occidental way, is teaching us about the dangers of attachment and how it detracts from Salvation. That’s why it’s so hard for a rich man to get to Heaven. Alec Baldwin did a very funny SNL skit where the rich people have invested billions to try to fit a camel through the eye of a needle – I think they turned the camel into a liquid to get it through. Going to a Catholic school with many rich kids (not me – yet), the teachers had to be clear that it was just “really hard” not impossible.
So, how do you do it? Faith. Simple, yet profound and difficult to understand. Kind of like E=mc2.
There aren’t that many good answers. But I do know this:
The simplest way to live is in the moment. The most rewarding way to live is in the moment. The least stressful way to live is in the moment. The most enjoyable way to live is in the moment. The way to get the most of your life is to live in the moment, because you may not get another one.
Maybe that’s why we’re supposed to have Abraham’s great faith in ourselves and in our Lord.
Friday, October 20, 2006
Native Sun
I'm relatively certain that my first memory was Game 5 of the 1976 Boston series.
I still have the ticket from the first Suns game I went to. I was a little over 3 years old and I got to go because I stood on a stool and peed into the potty.
Deuce is now urinating exclusively in the toilet, but we're having problems getting him to drop his namesake in there just yet. I've seen "Elmo's Potty Time" at least 8 times now. As the song it tells him to do, he just keeps trying. I'm thinking that maybe if I entice him with a Suns ticket, he'll go in there. He likes basketball, too. He's pretty good at the little hoop in his room.
But this entry is supposed to be about my Suns tickets.
My brother and I were at Game 5 of the Clipper series last year. You know, the one where Raja Bell hit the three in the corner. The Suns also had a great Game 5 in Chicago in 1993 (triple-overtime there, too). After the game, Charles told the citizens of Chicago to sleep well and take the boards off the windows because he personally saved them from the inevitable rioting that a Bulls championship would produce. Some great triple-overtime Game 5s, but no rings yet.
After that game, we decided we needed to get season tickets. We knew we needed to be in line for playoff tickets, too. Getting Amare back was probably the best off-season move of any team. More on him later.
We split a half-season package. My understanding is that we are entitled to buy tickets for half of the home season playoffs in our same spot and that we are able to get first crack at any other tickets for the other games. There's a good chance we'll have tickets for all of the playoffs at home. There's no way in hell I'm scalping anything but first round tickets.
Our tickets are the second-cheapest in the building (we went to a preseason game last night). We are center court, but two rows from the top of the building. The only cheaper tickets are at the same level in the curves.
My brother and I took 5 games that we wanted to go to and decided to go together. We each took the tickets for 8 other games (21 total regular season games -- its technically a little more than half; I wonder how that works out?). I took games that were before January and starting in March so that I'd be around when Little Rose pops out. I almost bought her a pink Suns shirt at the Team Shop. Maybe next time.
Maybe I've got romanticized memories of Amare two years ago, but he sure looked a lot more like Tom Chambers than Amare Stoudemire. Nothing against Chambers, and Chambers in his prime would be a great addition to this team, but I really wanted to see the old Amare. Maybe he'll get there, and maybe he won't.
I'm thinking that as long as Thomas or Amare makes it into the postseason, we're going to have a great shot at the championship. I also like the addition of a true backup point guard for Nash. It was so mish-mash last year. Banks looked sluggish, but at least he's not a square peg (Eddie House, Leandro Barbosa) in a circular hole.
And the future looks great.
Pat Burke, the only Irish-born NBA player, hit a three at the end of the game (try to remember Teen Wolf -- "Put it up, fat-boy!"). We went to the Team Shop in the arena afterward. Oddly enough, there were not No. 11 Burke jerseys for sale. You can get one with your name on it there; maybe I'll get a Burke one specially made.
Diaw, the only Frenchman I can stand, just signed a five-year extension.
With the exceptions of Nash, Thomas, and Piatkowski (who?), none of the players have been in the league more than 7 years and none (other than Pat Burke) were born before 1976. Marion is 28, Amare is 23, Barbosa is 23, and Diaw is 24. Even when Nash leaves (in a few years, I'd suppose) after 2 or 3 rings, the team is still young and strong. Next year I'll probably spring for tickets closer to the floor.
I still have the ticket from the first Suns game I went to. I was a little over 3 years old and I got to go because I stood on a stool and peed into the potty.
Deuce is now urinating exclusively in the toilet, but we're having problems getting him to drop his namesake in there just yet. I've seen "Elmo's Potty Time" at least 8 times now. As the song it tells him to do, he just keeps trying. I'm thinking that maybe if I entice him with a Suns ticket, he'll go in there. He likes basketball, too. He's pretty good at the little hoop in his room.
But this entry is supposed to be about my Suns tickets.
My brother and I were at Game 5 of the Clipper series last year. You know, the one where Raja Bell hit the three in the corner. The Suns also had a great Game 5 in Chicago in 1993 (triple-overtime there, too). After the game, Charles told the citizens of Chicago to sleep well and take the boards off the windows because he personally saved them from the inevitable rioting that a Bulls championship would produce. Some great triple-overtime Game 5s, but no rings yet.
After that game, we decided we needed to get season tickets. We knew we needed to be in line for playoff tickets, too. Getting Amare back was probably the best off-season move of any team. More on him later.
We split a half-season package. My understanding is that we are entitled to buy tickets for half of the home season playoffs in our same spot and that we are able to get first crack at any other tickets for the other games. There's a good chance we'll have tickets for all of the playoffs at home. There's no way in hell I'm scalping anything but first round tickets.
Our tickets are the second-cheapest in the building (we went to a preseason game last night). We are center court, but two rows from the top of the building. The only cheaper tickets are at the same level in the curves.
My brother and I took 5 games that we wanted to go to and decided to go together. We each took the tickets for 8 other games (21 total regular season games -- its technically a little more than half; I wonder how that works out?). I took games that were before January and starting in March so that I'd be around when Little Rose pops out. I almost bought her a pink Suns shirt at the Team Shop. Maybe next time.
Maybe I've got romanticized memories of Amare two years ago, but he sure looked a lot more like Tom Chambers than Amare Stoudemire. Nothing against Chambers, and Chambers in his prime would be a great addition to this team, but I really wanted to see the old Amare. Maybe he'll get there, and maybe he won't.
I'm thinking that as long as Thomas or Amare makes it into the postseason, we're going to have a great shot at the championship. I also like the addition of a true backup point guard for Nash. It was so mish-mash last year. Banks looked sluggish, but at least he's not a square peg (Eddie House, Leandro Barbosa) in a circular hole.
And the future looks great.
Pat Burke, the only Irish-born NBA player, hit a three at the end of the game (try to remember Teen Wolf -- "Put it up, fat-boy!"). We went to the Team Shop in the arena afterward. Oddly enough, there were not No. 11 Burke jerseys for sale. You can get one with your name on it there; maybe I'll get a Burke one specially made.
Diaw, the only Frenchman I can stand, just signed a five-year extension.
With the exceptions of Nash, Thomas, and Piatkowski (who?), none of the players have been in the league more than 7 years and none (other than Pat Burke) were born before 1976. Marion is 28, Amare is 23, Barbosa is 23, and Diaw is 24. Even when Nash leaves (in a few years, I'd suppose) after 2 or 3 rings, the team is still young and strong. Next year I'll probably spring for tickets closer to the floor.
Saturday, October 14, 2006
How Adam Sandler Has Replaced John Hughes
A while back, I wrote about how I though John Hughes was the greatest philosopher of the late 20th Century. If you’re interested, go look through the old entries. If anything makes sense or raises a question, please comment on that “old” entry and I will respond.
The Valentine’s Day before I married my wife we went to see The Wedding Singer. Funny thing is that before and after that viewing, we’ve never been big “move goers.” We go, just not that often, but we wanted to see this movie.
Now that we’ve decided on a name for our daughter, we laugh about “Julia Goulia.”
We bought the VHS tape (yes, this predated our DVD era) from Blockbuster on a “pre-viewed” basis. Kind of like the two cars we own now (we’ve bought into the CPO hype). I still like the previews for Jackie Chan’s Mr. Nice Guy.
Anyway, we like to watch that film. Every time I watch that, I have the incredible urge to “just” be a good person.
One complaint I’ve had about films like Nic Cage’s Family Man is that he gets both the money and the family in the end. That didn’t happen in this film. Adam chose the family and went back to his “poor” state of life. That’s a little more “real world” for me. You can’t have it all.
I’ve been trying to bring my entries about Abraham’s Faith to a conclusion, but I keep getting sidetracked. In Click, Adam gets his goals but misses out on all the things that happen in between. I kept thinking about the 3-hour playdough party I had with J2 a few weeks back. I’m relatively certain he will never do that with me again. What else have I been missing?
Oh, and Adam Sandler knows what he's doing. Next time you watch The Wedding Singer, listen to the music. The final love ballad plays throughout the flick at the appropriate times. In Click, the "first song" that plays when he kisses his wife-to-be is "Linger." In a story about fast-forwarding through life, lingering during the first kiss is important. Reminisce sometime.
Is Abraham’s faith a symbol of his strength or a gift of Grace?
Going back to earlier chapters, it is my position/ belief (at least right now) that Abraham’s faith is what allowed him to become the “Father of Nations.” That gift, though, is not something borne of his character, but it is Grace.
The Greeks believed that a hero was a hero because he was selected to be one. This likely had something to do with the way they viewed comedy versus tragedy. Anyway ... Odysseus was not special due to anything other than the fact that certain gods favored him. He was “chosen” to be special.
Most of what I’ve read and studied introduce this as a dichotomy, a fundamental shift from pantheism to monotheism. But is it really? Isn’t the ability to love the moment a gift? Isn’t the ability to be “special” a gift?
The “fundamental” shift is not that we cannot achieve it without divine intervention. The “fundamental” shift is that we’ve all been given the gift, but that we need to embrace it. here are not a "selected" few who have been "chosen" to receive the gift. It is there for the taking.
It’s here. The Kingdom of Heaven is upon us. Take that plank out of your eye and look around.
One of the great criticisms come from the little green man in my living room: “Never his mind on where he was. Eh. What he was doing. Eh.”
If you just hit fast-forward to where you wanted to be, imagine how much you would loose.
The Valentine’s Day before I married my wife we went to see The Wedding Singer. Funny thing is that before and after that viewing, we’ve never been big “move goers.” We go, just not that often, but we wanted to see this movie.
Now that we’ve decided on a name for our daughter, we laugh about “Julia Goulia.”
We bought the VHS tape (yes, this predated our DVD era) from Blockbuster on a “pre-viewed” basis. Kind of like the two cars we own now (we’ve bought into the CPO hype). I still like the previews for Jackie Chan’s Mr. Nice Guy.
Anyway, we like to watch that film. Every time I watch that, I have the incredible urge to “just” be a good person.
One complaint I’ve had about films like Nic Cage’s Family Man is that he gets both the money and the family in the end. That didn’t happen in this film. Adam chose the family and went back to his “poor” state of life. That’s a little more “real world” for me. You can’t have it all.
I’ve been trying to bring my entries about Abraham’s Faith to a conclusion, but I keep getting sidetracked. In Click, Adam gets his goals but misses out on all the things that happen in between. I kept thinking about the 3-hour playdough party I had with J2 a few weeks back. I’m relatively certain he will never do that with me again. What else have I been missing?
Oh, and Adam Sandler knows what he's doing. Next time you watch The Wedding Singer, listen to the music. The final love ballad plays throughout the flick at the appropriate times. In Click, the "first song" that plays when he kisses his wife-to-be is "Linger." In a story about fast-forwarding through life, lingering during the first kiss is important. Reminisce sometime.
Is Abraham’s faith a symbol of his strength or a gift of Grace?
Going back to earlier chapters, it is my position/ belief (at least right now) that Abraham’s faith is what allowed him to become the “Father of Nations.” That gift, though, is not something borne of his character, but it is Grace.
The Greeks believed that a hero was a hero because he was selected to be one. This likely had something to do with the way they viewed comedy versus tragedy. Anyway ... Odysseus was not special due to anything other than the fact that certain gods favored him. He was “chosen” to be special.
Most of what I’ve read and studied introduce this as a dichotomy, a fundamental shift from pantheism to monotheism. But is it really? Isn’t the ability to love the moment a gift? Isn’t the ability to be “special” a gift?
The “fundamental” shift is not that we cannot achieve it without divine intervention. The “fundamental” shift is that we’ve all been given the gift, but that we need to embrace it. here are not a "selected" few who have been "chosen" to receive the gift. It is there for the taking.
It’s here. The Kingdom of Heaven is upon us. Take that plank out of your eye and look around.
One of the great criticisms come from the little green man in my living room: “Never his mind on where he was. Eh. What he was doing. Eh.”
If you just hit fast-forward to where you wanted to be, imagine how much you would loose.
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