If we really want to bail out our economy and country, take the billions and split it up among the citizens of the U.S. Let everyone pay off their debt and mortgages and then all will be well again. That seems like a much better plan. If we really want to help the people, then help the people. Come on. Whos getting tired of this joke. Know your enemy people! Wake up!! In the words of Zac De La Rocca,
“WE HAVE DETERMINED YOUR SYSTEM SUCKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
So this is the first year since 1993 that the Yanks did not make the post season. I don’t even want to go into how disappointed I am with this fact. Or with upper management. I am not even going to mention that he coach that was forced out given a one year extension offer, which brought them how many championships in his tenor there, is in the playoffs with THE DODGERS. The DODGERS. That has a bit of a sting to it on all levels. THE DODGERS. Never mind that Mr. April, AROD, is he highest paid player in baseball and again fails to do anything to earn his keep. Except perhaps help Madonna sell a few more records, but she still sucks, so probably not. Gerardi was a great move guys. Good move. Anyway the silver lining in this cloud is we destroyed the Red Sox this past week and kept them from winning the division. Boston, man I have a strong distaste for that team. Anyways I would love to see the Cubbies win it all or even the Dodgers so Torre can give the international sign of distaste to the Yankees management. Yea, Go Dodgers.
Viva La Mattingly
Saw This on a blog I read today. Take a look. And listen carefully.
Hey all. I have written about my buddy Bush a few times. Quite an amazing guy if you ask me. Bush and his wife Maris have been on a long journey trying to adopt their son. That journey is almost over and they are in need of a little help. Bush happens to be an amazing photographer and has listed several of his photos on his site for sale. Their adoption is just a few days away and they need to raise a little bit more dough. So, check out his site, buy a pic, and pray for Maris and Bush as they open their hearts, life, and home to their new son.
Shalom.
Last night was the last night that the lights in Yankee Stadium will be thrown on. The last time thousands of people will pile into the mecca of baseball and give that “old Bronx cheer” to the visiting team. The last time the ghost will get a front row view of a tradition that has lasted over 80 years. No matter what your feelings are on the Yankees, if you love baseball, and you have ever had the experience of walking into this place, then you know what it feels like to break through the concourse and have your breathe taken away as your eyes see the field. You know what it fells like to be standing next to grown men with their kids hiding their tears with their sunglasses. Listening to the regular old timers talk about how things “use to be”. Wondering before that first pitch is thrown whose ghost would show up tonight. It is very hard to put into words this place. I know this. I loved it. Every minute of it. Every time I stepped foot in there whatever was happening in my life outside those walls, did not matter. I will always have the memories, as well as a little piece of the stadium., to take with me. I will never forget the first time my dad and I walked in that place. I was eight and could not wait to see Don Mattingly play. He was, and still is, my hero of baseball. The problem was there were all these old guys on the field. It was 1984 and we were attending the old timers game. So while I was complaining that Mattingly had not yet taken the field, my dad was standing there watching his hero Mickey Mantle swinging the bat again in Yankee stadium. While I wanted to know why Rags wasn’t pitching he was watching Whitey Ford throwing sixty mile an hour fastballs across the plate to Yogi Berra. It’s hard to believe that I have seen those guys, and many others in that stadium. not a lot of people my age can say they saw the Mick take a swing in a Yankee uniform. A few weeks ago my family decided to give it one last round. We went to a couple of games. Wednesday night my dad, brother, and myself watched the Yanks get destroyed by the Red Sox. But you know what. It didn’t matter. I was at a game with my father in Yankee stadium.
You could have promised me the Yanks would win the world series if we would have missed that game and I would have easily said no thanks.
I was sharing nine dollar Becks with Bubba. And loving every single second of it.
It was our time. The three of us to bid farewell to a place that has been a piece of history that has bonded the three of us. We may have our disagreements. But we all love the Yankees. And always will. Thanks guys for being who you are!!!!
Shalom.
I had the chance last night to speak about Jesus>at a local church’s youth ministry called Youth Quake here in Burlington. Things went really well, thanks for buying the shirts and stickers guys, and it was really neat to see another local youth ministry in action. The youth pastors name is Steve Janicello who I have only known for a few weeks now, but I can tell we are going to be friends for a long time. He’s another guitarist and we hung out a couple hours before the service talking music, mostly Beatles and Floyd, and decided to start playing a little together whenever time permits. His heart is huge for the kids in this community and he is very clear about his mission, which is getting kids “saved”. And from what I witnessed last night, it’s happening. Anyways, I had a great time and all the kids were super nice!! Until next time.
Shalom
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Do it. Now!!!
Right now!!
So I found out this weekend that one of my favorite bands of all time are getting together for one night to play one of their finest albums from start to finish. Almost two minutes later I find out that the show is of course sold out. Ebay has tickets for three hundred a pop. My wife would kill me, but it would be so worth it. Ben Folds Five. One night. September 18th. Chapel Hill North Carolina. The Unauthorized Biography of Reinhold Mesner from start to finish. I want to scream. Very loud words that would make my grandmother unhappy. Anyway I am going to try and make it happen. Until then watch this….Bad word alert for those who care.
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