Saturday, November 5, 2011

Life's Not Fair

("Wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles..." This is a blog I wrote way back in The MySpace Age. Seems it is still true and relevant. Enjoy.)

I know. I know! A blog entry entitled "Life's Not Fair" is probably some dude crying about how the world has done him wrong. Well, it's not-not this time. Check it out.

I have become a huge duck fan. I love ducks! I'm talking Daffy & Donald, Oregon Ducks, and even "duck" tape. Being a Dallas Stars fan however, I still refuse to cheer for the Anaheim Ducks. Duckies Rule!!! (Wow, I cant't believe it took this long to get to a Boy Meets World reference.)

So, what's so great about ducks? Well, here's the story. Three guys die and go to heaven. At the gate, St. Peter welcomes them warmly and gives them only one rule to follow. "Don't step on a duck! Ever!!" Seems easy enough. The gates open, and there are thousands of ducks covering every inch of the landscape. Guy #1 doesn't make it a day before stepping on one. The duck starts squawking and quacking. This sets all the other ducks off. The noise lasts for days before dying down. Peter shows up and tells the guy that "As punishment, you must spend eternity with her." He points to a hideously ugly and disfigured woman. Guy #1 is bummed.

Guy #2 lasts a week, but he too steps on a duck eventually. Same scenario unfolds: quacking, days of noise, punishment, eternity with a troll. Guy #2 is also bummed.

Guy #3 is very careful. He makes it a whole month in heaven (I know. Just pretend there is a time frame in heaven alright!) without stepping on any ducks. One day, Peter shows up with the most gorgeous woman and tells him they will spend eternity together. Guy #3 is not bummed.

After a few days of peace and bliss, he wonders aloud "I wonder how we ended up together forever." The girl replies. "I don't know. I was just walking along, and I stepped on this stupid duck."

Now, I told you that story to tell you this story. Life is not fair, and here is why. I got Mandy. You can check out her website at memoriesbymandy.net to see her photography. She's the most beautiful, talented,
loving, kind, and compassionate girl in the world. And, believe it or not, she also happens to be married to me. How can someone so perfect have ended up with me forever? There can be only one explanation for this. She must have stepped on a duck.

However it happened, she means the world to me. She's the only one in the world for me. I am so grateful for her. She's made my life complete. My life is complete and yours is not fair because you didn't get to marry her and I did.

So, babe, I have been truly blessed to have you in my life. No matter what or who comes up in the future, I'll always be here for you. You know that, and now, so do the two or three people who actually read my blog.

Speaking of those two or three people - I have been out of it for a while, but there there will be more humor, commentary, advice, and sports in future entries. Being new to this, I still maintain delusions of writing blogs that are read by thousands of people. If that happens one day, they-like you-will know why life is not fair.

I'll say it again...

DUCKIES RULE!!!!



Scripture: An excellent wife who can find? She is far more precious than jewels. The heart of her husband trusts in her, and he will have no lack of gain. - Proverbs 31:10-11

Quote: "There are two ways to live life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle." - Albert Einstein


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Sunday, September 11, 2011

Seriously, It is Just a Game

I am a sports fan. Correction, I am a huge sports fan. Sports are a very important part of my life personally. They are a source of entertainment for me. Sports like softball and basketball are some of the very few forms of exercise that I still enjoy. They provide points of discussion for me and my friends or coworkers. Sports elicit a sense of pride when my favorite teams are performing well. At least they will some day in the future. I hope. Also, I believe that sports occupy a very important place in our society, a much more important place than some of us would really like them to. (Hi Mom.) There are so many different sports, and levels (high school, college, minor leagues, pros) and teams in those sports, that anybody can find something to get excited about. Sports have the ultimate mass appeal. This is best illustrated by the fact that there are more sports channels on TV than there are TV channels.

One result of that variety and mass appeal is that sports are able to showcase a multitude of tributes this weekend.

Ten years ago, The United States of America suffered through the darkest day in our nation's history.

We will never forget.

I will forever remember September 11. I remember driving to classes at Angelo State University when the idiot hosts on our local radio shows broke the news and, before all the facts were in, cracked jokes about the end of the world. I sometimes wonder what those people feel like after the massive tragedy that unfolded. How do they look in the mirror? At first, all they knew, and all I knew, was that a plane had hit the World Trade Center. I remember going to the computer lab in between my first two classes and being unable to access any of the news websites because of the overload. Only after my second class, when I got to the University Center and saw the TV coverage, did I finally find out what had happened. I remember watching the rest of the days events unfurl in horror just like everyone else. The second plane, the first tower collapse, the second tower collapse, the dancing and cheering in the streets by animals in foreign countries that were overjoyed at our nation's pain and suffering. I shouldn't call them animals. That is too much credit. I remember the most soul shaking thing to me personally was hearing that the murderers had specifically selected cross country flights so that the planes would be carrying the most fuel and thus cause more damaging explosions. See, at that time, my Dad's job was in Montreal, Quebec. (We live in West Texas.) He regularly flew from Dallas to Chicago or Montreal and back. Had the targets been different, it could have easily been his plane that was selected.

I remember.

Remember...

Remember the thousands of innocent citizens who perished needlessly.

Remember the heroes of the various police, fire, and rescue departments who either gave or risked their lives to save others that day.

Remember the courageous men and women who fought the terrorists, took back the plane that eventually crashed in Pennsylvania, and saved thousands of other lives.

Remember the men and women who served or still serve in all of the branches of our military as they fight to keep us free and safe.

We all remember.

Thus the aforementioned tributes by various sports leagues and teams. Yesterday, several NASCAR teams ran special red, white, and blue paint schemes at Richmond. Some NFL players will be wearing patriotic shoes and gloves today. Around Major League Baseball, the song sung during the seventh inning stretch will be God Bless America. There will be commemorative patches, ribbons, and stickers worn everywhere. And you know the NFL will have some very stirring pregame and halftime performances.

All of these are tremendous sports gestures. They are part of never forgetting. You see, I think sports are a barometer of sorts. They kind of measure our people's reactions to different events. When tens of thousands of individuals are able and willing to join together in one place for one event, it shows that our people feel safe. When those gathered masses sing The Star Spangled Banner in unison and cheer loudly for our armed forces, it shows that our people are grateful for and respectful of our military and its members. Most importantly, when those multitudes all join in a solemn moment of silence and prayer, it shows that our people have not forgotten.

Still, there is one thing that is sure to be mentioned multiple times on a day like this. I feel certain it will come up more than once in games like the one between the football teams representing New York City and Washington D.C. That is that in the days, weeks, and months following the events of September 11, 2001, sports helped our nation to heal.

The problem is that, even for the biggest fan like myself, sports cannot and do not heal anything. They just don't. They are just contests with no true effect on our day to day existence. They do not, ultimately, matter at all. If sports did not exist at all, I know that our nation would have joined together in unity anyway. We would have hurt together anyway. We would have healed anyway. Why? Because we gather our strength as a nation from true sources of healing, not from a game.

Immediately following the tragedy ten years ago, we didn't turn to sports for healing. We turned to God, our families, our churches, our friends, and our neighbors. That's the way it should be. That is where the healing started. That is where strength begins.

We will never forget.

We continue to move forward, but we still look back and remember. America continues to heal.

It's just not because we watched a sporting event. It is because of our faith, our families, and our friends. Those are the truly meaningful things in life.

That sport on the TV...that is nothing but a game.

Where were you on September 11, 2001?




Scripture: The thief cometh not, but for to steal, and to kill, and to destroy:
I am come that they might have life, and that they might have it more abundantly." John 10:10

Quote: "This week there will be plenty of solemn and important reflections on the events of 9/11. There will also be those who tell us that after the attacks and the horrible loss of life, sports somehow helped us heal. But, sports didn’t heal anybody that fall. If you want to say they provided a fleeting diversion, I’ll agree, just as movies and books, and reruns of Seinfeld surely did. Sports are not unimportant in the U.S. and in the world. They are part of the fabric of our societies. But especially this week, let’s resist whatever urge there might be to overstate their significance in the aftermath of 9/11." - Jeremy Schaap

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Thursday, September 8, 2011

Take it to the Bank

First off, I am trying out a new iPad app for blogging, and this is my first post using it. So if things look strange, I apologize and it will be worked out. That said, onward we go.

Finally, the new NFL season is here. The season opener is tonight, and that obviously means that I must join the legions of TV personalities, writers, tweeters, and other "experts" by providing my preseason picks and predictions.

Since I will not likely finish writing this before the game starts this evening, I want to state that I will be putting the Green Bay Packers back in the Super Bowl regardless of how good or how bad they look against the Saints tonight. Also, this is written after hearing about Peyton Manning's surgery today. I am assuming Manning plays less than 6 games.

Also, if you are a keen observer, or you just love looking for non-vital things to attack or argue about, you can add up all the records and note that there is a disproportionate number of wins to losses. I am not going through the entire NFL schedule game by game to predict these teams. I am merely approximating the record that I think each team is capable of achieving.

Drum roll please...

AFC East: y-Patriots 13-3
x-Jets 12-4
-Bills 6-10
-Dolphins 4-12

AFC North: y-Steelers 12-4
x-Ravens 12-4
-Browns 9-7
-Bengals 4-12

AFC South: y-Texans 12-4
-Colts 6-10
-Jaguars 4-12
-Titans 3-13

AFC West: y-Chargers 13-3
-Chiefs 8-8
-Broncos 4-12
-Raiders 4-12

NFC East: y-Eagles 12-4
x-Cowboys 11-5
-Giants 8-8
-Redskins 5-11

NFC North: y-Packers 13-3
-Bears 9-7
-Lions 8-8
-Vikings 7-9

NFC South: y-Saints 13-3
x-Falcons 12-4
-Buccaneers 8-8
-Panthers 5-11

NFC West: y-Cardinals 10-6
-Rams 8-8
-49ers 4-12
-Seahawks 3-13

Wild Card Playoffs: Jets over Texans, Steelers over Ravens, Falcons over Cardinals, Eagles over Cowboys

Divisional Playoffs: Patriots over Jets, Chargers over Steelers, Packers over Falcons, Eagles over Saints

Conference Championships: Chargers over Patriots, Packers over Eagles

Super Bowl: Packers over Chargers

Awards: Super Bowl MVP-Aaron Rodgers, GB
NFL MVP-Phillip Rivers, SD
Coach of the Year-Jim Schwartz, DET
Comeback Player-Matthew Stafford, DET
Defensive Rookie of the Year-Von Miller-DEN (Gig 'Em!) (Homer.)
Offensive Rookie-CAM, CAR...

...just kidding. Julio Jones, ATL.

GO PANTHERS!

You know my mind. Thoughts?

Scripture (for my fellow Panther fans): What strength do I have, that I should still hope? What prospects, that I should be patient? - Job 6:11

Quote: "In my business there is no second place. You're either first or you're last." - Vince Lombardi



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Saturday, August 20, 2011

Are You Holding Out?

A few high profile NFL players' holdouts have me thinking. I will readily admit that I tend to flip flop sides on the issue of player holdouts. Here are some thoughts.

1-The player signed a contract. Teams have a right to demand that the player fulfill the duties that he agreed to perform. This is why the Cincinnati Bengals refuse to give in to Carson Palmer's holdout demands.

2-Holdouts happen very frequently, and teams rarely take the hardline stance that Cincinnati has. Thus, the holdout has become an accepted bargaining tactic that a player may use just to make a point to his team before actually getting down to business. The best example of this is the recently ended holdout of Desean Jackson from the Philadelphia Eagles.

3-Teams release players constantly before the contract terms are complete. If teams don't have to honor their word, why should the players? (See what I mean about flip-flopping?) If a player feels he is worth more money, he can hold out as long as he feels necessary until he gets a proper deal. Chris Johnson of the Tennessee Titans comes to mind.

4-The only other way I can think about it is to consider my own employment. I can see it now. "Hey boss. I want two new fans installed in my office, ESPN HD on the security camera monitor, and a Snickers and a Coca-Cola icee every day at 3:17 pm. Oh, and I am not coming in to work at all until I get all of these things. Wait, what is this paper slip and why is it pink?"

5-The holdout is more common in our life than most of us would like to admit. How much doesn't get done in our world because people who could otherwise accomplish amazing feats are holding out for an easier way or a better reward? "I could get ahead in my housework but..." "I can go ahead help out my neighbor if only..." "I should spend more time volunteering with orphans or the homeless BUT..." Or how about this, have you ever asked yourself or somebody else "What's in it for me?" Sadly, I do this far too often. Sadly-er, it has taken me nearly thirty years and God speaking to me through pro football contract disputes to realize that I do this. I have been a spiritual holdout.

6-I don't have to hold out for a better reward with God. The truth is, the price Christ paid for me on the cross is far greater than any amount of rewards I could ever deserve or receive. Nothing I could do, or refuse to do, will ever convince God to love or to reward me more. Simply, my personal holdouts are unnecessary.

Where else in life do we "hold out"?


Scripture "For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast." Eph 2:8-9

Quote "Remember happiness doesn't depend upon who you are or what you have; it depends solely on what you think." Dale Carnegie

Sure Fire Winner


Today, it's just a numbers game. Let's compare statistics* for two Major League Baseball players.

Player A has played 2,393 career games.
Player B has played 2,458 career games.

Player A has scored 1,748 runs.
Player B has scored 1,554 runs.

Player A has accumulated 4,374 total bases.
Player B has 4,560.

Player A has 487 doubles.
Player B has 440.

Player A has 1,181 runs batted in.
Player B has 1,664 RBI.

Player A has been walked 962 times, 37 intentionally.
Player B has been walked 1,711 times, 169 intentionally.

Player A has a career batting average of .313.
Player B hits .277.

Player A has an on base percentage of .383.
Player B has a .403 OBP.

Player A has a slugging percentage of .449.
Player B has slugged .558.

So, which player, if any, is the absolute lock to make it to Cooperstown and the Hall of Fame?

Perhaps, I have left out the most important factor...

Player A is a lifelong Yankee.
Player B, never a Yankee.

Yet.

I have intentionally omitted two offensive categories which vary greatly between these two players, each favoring a different guy.  (They also are the two stats that would most likely reveal each player's secret identity.)

Player A has 3,045 career hits.
Player B has 2,265 hits.

Yes. Player A is the one and only Derek Jeter, almost universally accepted as a lock to be a first ballot Hall of Fame inductee. As a matter of fact, they will probably just wave the waiting period after he retires. There may not even be a need to take a vote.

But Player B.

Jeter has 238 career home runs.
Player B has 601 career home runs.

Player B is Jim Thome. He is one of only 8 players ever to hit 600 home runs. Only Babe Ruth did it in fewer at bats. The .403 OBP that I mentioned earlier is higher than all-time greats Rod Carew and Tony Gwynn. I believe it was Jayson Stark from ESPN who pointed out that Thome has scored at least 100 runs in more seasons than Gwynn, Kirby Puckett, and Dave Winfield combined. Impressive.

The greatest Jim Thome stat: he is tied for the most walk off home runs of all time with 12. His co-record holders are Stan Musial, Mickey Mantle, Babe Ruth, Jimmy Foxx, and Frank Robinson. If that's not Hall of Fame caliber company, I don't know what is.

I'm not the first or the last person to stump for Thome. Instead, let me be the NEXT to state it publicly. Jim Thome is and has been one of baseball's finest players. I am grateful that I have been able to follow most of his career. Cooperstown should be waiting for him once he hangs up his cleats for good.

*-Stats current as of 8/18/11



Scripture - "Commit to the LORD whatever you do, and your plans will succeed." Proverbs 16:3

Quote - "So there you have it. It's all so simple when you break things down scientifically" Nick Bakay

Sunday, July 31, 2011

Football's Free Agent Frenzy

It took a little longer to get another post written than I had originally planned. I had some family events and unexpected travel come up. 

As I write this, I am on the road home from Missouri.  The NFL lockout has ended, and the so called "Free Agent Frenzy" has begun. I am learning of all the player signings and potential trades from my twitter feed (shameless plug in 3... 2... 1... twitter.com/rangerfandan) whenever I happen to have service on the road. As each new transaction is reported, I can't help but wonder how the recent labor dispute has affected some people's lives.

Let me say that I am not going to take a side in the players versus the owners debate. For one thing, I have never been involved with unionized labor or collective bargaining. So, I have no knowledge or experience on which I could base an intelligent decision. Also, I personally do not think the "millionaires versus billionaires" concept that the media has fallen for truly applies.  Here's why.

To most of us, professional sports like the NFL are, or at least should be, just a game. To the thousands of individuals and their families associated with pro sports, this is their life. For the owners, their franchise has become a brand that is their largest personal investment. Its success is their success. For the players, this is their dream job. For both, this is a career that they have spent their entire lives striving to achieve. That is not something any of us would take lightly.

You see, it doesn't matter what you do or how much money you make. One of the many great things about our country is that, for the time being at least, you still have the right to try and do more and to earn more for yourself. You can improve your own life and your own family's situation.

This is why I wonder about all the deals being made this week. These guys are squeezing into one week, an off season that usually lasts for months. Many are trying to finalize deals immediately so that they can be in training camps that start this weekend. For even the lowest paid player, the amount of money in play is life altering. Their future could easily be made with this one employment choice. They could make enough money that, if they are wise stewards, can easily take care of themselves and their families for life. Personally, I hope these guys, many of whom are still young men, are able to devote the time, thought, and prayer necessary to make wise decisions.

Also, much respect/kudos/props/any other positive feedback term you can think of to the NFL and the teams that are paying out the lost salaries and wages of the staffs and employees. Those people-the ones whose retirements, kids college funds, mortgages, or even grocery and utility bills depend on NFL or team paychecks-are the ones who comparatively stood to lose the most in this labor dispute. A labor dispute that they did not initiate and in which they did not have a voice. Perhaps to them it rightfully is a bit more than just a game.

Quote: A man should make all he can, and give all he can. - Nelson Rockefeller

Scripture: A good man leaves an inheritance to his children's children, and the wealth of the sinner is stored up for the righteous. Proverbs 13:22 NASB

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Don't Give Up!

"Thank you, Thank you very much. Thank you. That's the lowest I've ever seen Dick Vitale since the owner of the Detroit Pistons called him in and told him he should go into broadcasting.

The I can't tell you what an honor it is, to even be mentioned in the same breath with Arthur Ashe. This is something I certainly will treasure forever. But, as it was said on the tape, and I also don't have one of those things going with the cue cards, so I'm going to speak longer than anybody else has spoken tonight. That's the way it goes. Time is very precious to me. I don't know how much I have left and I have some things that I would like to say. Hopefully, at the end, I will have said something that will be important to other people too.

But, I can't help it. Now I'm fighting cancer, everybody knows that. People ask me all the time about how you go through your life and how's your day, and nothing is changed for me. As Dick said, I'm a very emotional and passionate man. I can't help it. That's being the son of Rocco and Angelina Valvano. It comes with the territory. We hug, we kiss, we love. When people say to me how do you get through life or each day, it's the same thing. To me, there are three things we all should do every day. We should do this every day of our lives. Number one is laugh. You should laugh every day. Number two is think. You should spend some time in thought. Number three is, you should have your emotions moved to tears, could be happiness or joy. But think about it. If you laugh, you think, and you cry, that's a full day. That's a heck of a day. You do that seven days a week, you're going to have something special.

I rode on the plane up today with Mike Krzyzewski, my good friend and wonderful coach. People don't realize he's ten times a better person than he is a coach, and we know he's a great coach. He's meant a lot to me in these last five or six months with my battle. But when I look at Mike, I think, we competed against each other as players. I coached against him for fifteen years, and I always have to think about what's important in life to me are these three things. Where you started, where you are and where you're going to be. Those are the three things that I try to do every day. When I think about getting up and giving a speech, I can't help it. I have to remember the first speech I ever gave.

I was coaching at Rutgers University, that was my first job, oh that's wonderful (reaction to applause), and I was the freshman coach. That's when freshmen played on freshman teams, and I was so fired up about my first job. I see Lou Holtz here. Coach Holtz, who doesn't like the very first job you had? The very first time you stood in the locker room to give a pep talk. That's a special place, the locker room, for a coach to give a talk. So my idol as a coach was Vince Lombardi, and I read this book called "Commitment To Excellence" by Vince Lombardi. And in the book, Lombardi talked about the fist time he spoke before his Green Bay Packers team in the locker room, and they were perennial losers. I'm reading this and Lombardi said he was thinking should it be a long talk, or a short talk? But he wanted it to be emotional, so it would be brief. So here's what I did. Normally you get in the locker room, I don't know, twenty-five minutes, a half hour before the team takes the field, you do your little x and o's, and then you give the great Knute Rockne talk. We all do. Speech number eight-four. You pull them right out, you get ready. You get your squad ready. Well, this is the first one I ever gave and I read this thing. Lombardi, what he said was he didn't go in, he waited. His team wondering, where is he? Where is this great coach? He's not there. Ten minutes he's still not there. Three minutes before they could take the field Lombardi comes in, bangs the door open, and I think you all remember what great presence he had, great presence. He walked in and he walked back and forth, like this, just walked, staring at the players. He said, "All eyes on me." I'm reading this in this book. I'm getting this picture of Lombardi before his first game and he said "Gentlemen, we will be successful this year, if you can focus on three things, and three things only. Your family, your religion and the Green Bay Packers." They knocked the walls down and the rest was history. I said, that's beautiful. I'm going to do that. Your family, your religion and Rutgers basketball. That's it. I had it. Listen, I'm twenty-one years old. The kids I'm coaching are nineteen, and I'm going to be the greatest coach in the world, the next Lombardi. I'm practicing outside of the locker room and the managers tell me you got to go in. Not yet, not yet, family, religion, Rutgers Basketball. All eyes on me. I got it, I got it. Then finally he said, three minutes, I said fine. True story. I go to knock the doors open just like Lombardi. Boom! They don't open. I almost broke my arm. Now I was down, the players were looking. Help the coach out, help him out. Now I did like Lombardi, I walked back and forth, and I was going like that with my arm getting the feeling back in it. Finally I said, "Gentlemen, all eyes on me." These kids wanted to play, they're nineteen. "Let's go," I said. "Gentlemen, we'll be successful this year if you can focus on three things, and three things only. Your family, your religion and the Green Bay Packers," I told them. I did that. I remember that. I remember where I came from.

It's so important to know where you are. I know where I am right now. How do you go from where you are to where you want to be? I think you have to have an enthusiasm for life. You have to have a dream, a goal. You have to be willing to work for it.

I talked about my family, my family's so important. People think I have courage. The courage in my family are my wife Pam, my three daughters, here, Nicole, Jamie, LeeAnn, my mom, who's right here too. That screen is flashing up there thirty seconds like I care about that screen right now, huh? I got tumors all over my body. I'm worried about some guy in the back going thirty seconds? You got a lot, hey va fa napoli, buddy. You got a lot.

I just got one last thing, I urge all of you, all of you, to enjoy your life, the precious moments you have. To spend each day with some laughter and some thought, to get you're emotions going. To be enthusiastic every day and as Ralph Waldo Emerson said, "Nothing great could be accomplished without enthusiasm," to keep your dreams alive in spite of problems whatever you have. The ability to be able to work hard for your dreams to come true, to become a reality.

Now I look at where I am now and I know what I want to do. What I would like to be able to do is spend whatever time I have left and to give, and maybe, some hope to others. Arthur Ashe Foundation is a wonderful thing, and AIDS, the amount of money pouring in for AIDS is not enough, but is significant. But if I told you it's ten times the amount that goes in for cancer research. I also told you that five hundred thousand people will die this year of cancer. I also tell you that one in every four will be afflicted with this disease, and yet somehow, we seem to have put it in a little bit of the background. I want to bring it back on the front table. We need your help. I need your help. We need money for research. It may not save my life. It may save my children's lives. It may save someone you love. And ESPN has been so kind to support me in this endeavor and allow me to announce tonight, that with ESPN's support, which means what? Their money and their dollars and they're helping me-we are starting the Jimmy V Foundation for Cancer Research. And its motto is "Don't give up, don't ever give up." That's what I'm going to try to do every minute that I have left. I will thank God for the day and the moment I have. If you see me, smile and give me a hug. That's important to me too. But try if you can to support, whether it's AIDS or the cancer foundation, so that someone else might survive, might prosper and might actually be cured of this dreaded disease. I can't thank ESPN enough for allowing this to happen. I'm going to work as hard as I can for cancer research and hopefully, maybe, we'll have some cures and some breakthroughs. I'd like to think, I'm going to fight my brains out to be back here again next year for the Arthur Ashe recipient. I want to give it next year!

I know, I gotta go, I gotta go, and I got one last thing and I said it before, and I want to say it again. Cancer can take away all my physical abilities. It cannot touch my mind, it cannot touch my heart and it cannot touch my soul. And those three things are going to carry on forever.

I thank you and God bless you all."

Jim Valvano's ESPY acceptance speech.  To donate to cancer research, visit jimmyv.org or call 1-800-4JIMMYV

Saturday, July 9, 2011

What Really Matters

The Texas Rangers got a big win last night. Derek Holland pitched a complete game, four hit shutout. Michael Young homered, and Josh Hamilton had four RBIs to help the Rangers win their fourth straight and stay one game ahead of the surging Angels in the American League West.

None of it matters. Not really.

There was a moment of silence before tonight's Ranger game. All the flags at The Ballpark are at half staff. Players from both teams are wearing black ribbons. All are kind tributes but sad reminders of the tragic death of Ranger fan Shannon Stone.

Mr. Stone, a Brownwood, Texas firefighter, was at the game with his six year old son, Cooper. A player tossed a ball to them from the field. (I know the player's name, but it is not essential to the story, and I am sure that said player would prefer to not be associated with these events forever.) In his attempt to catch the ball for Cooper, Mr. Stone lost his balance and fell over the railing in left field. He passed away on the way to the hospital.

The sports media will somehow attempt to turn this into a sports story. If Texas goes on a losing streak and misses the playoffs, writers will say that this incident affected their mindset and became a turning point in the season. If Texas continues to win, especially in the immediate future, TV anchors will say how gritty and determined they were to overcome this tragedy, even if it's more likely that Oakland's pitching staff is having as much trouble erasing the horror from their minds. Their bullpen was mere feet from where Mr. Stone fell. (As I am writing this, Texas is beating Oakland 8-4 in the ninth inning on the day after.)

I can't help but think back to my first baseball experiences with my Dad when I was around ten years old. Living out in West Texas for my whole life, there was never Major League Baseball nearby. While we have it now, there was no minor league team in town at that time. Dad was working in Fort Wayne, Indiana. When we would visit, he would take my brother and me to see the Fort Wayne Wizards play. I learned about the rules, the strategies, and the stats. I even learned how to keep a scorecard-a skill that I still practice when I attend live baseball games today. I remember the one foul ball that came our way. Dad tried to catch it, but it bounced off the heel of his hand and down four rows to another family. We never got one, but it was time spent together. It was time that was precious, especially while Dad was working in another state.

I am not even sure if the Wizards still exist. The Rangers held on to beat the A's. None of it matters. Here is what matters.

A wife has lost a husband. A six year old boy has lost a father. Brownwood has lost a hero. A fire department has lost a brother. That is what matters.

All the rest is just a game.



Scripture: Hebrews 12:1 "...let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us."

Quote: "Create your future from you future, not from your past." Werner Erhard

There's Always Next Year

My wife and I have a running joke which says that I should have been a sportscaster. This is because I often will offer personal observations or commentary about whatever sporting event I happen to be watching. That, in and of itself, does not qualify me for a career at the worldwide leader. The joke comes from the increasingly frequent echo effect that occurs when the actual sportscaster on TV says something eerily similar to my statement, often using the exact same language. Unfortunately, my voice (and most would say my face) are not very appealing for TV or radio work. When discussing this the other day, a friend asked about the possibility of sports writing. In order to explore this intriguing possibility, I decided to do what any technologically advanced, modern writer does. I started this blog. (I am even writing my first blog post on my wife's iPad.) I don't think it will be daily to start with, but I will be attempting to post at least weekly unless inspiration hits me more often. Please feel free to give me your feedback on any and all posts. Here is my first attempt. (In reviewing this post, I realize it is rather long. It is my first attempt, and the subject matter is very dear to me. Please oblige me this time. I promise that future blogs won't be so wordy.)

The casual sports fan will not know the name Joan Dolores Kauzlarich. In fact, the most dedicated of sports fans will not know the name Joan Dolores Kauzlarich. You see, she never made it big in the sports world. She did, however, make it big in another world, my family's world. That's no small world by the way. She married Bill Kure and became Joan Kure. She was, above all, a wife, a mother, a grandmother, and a great grandmother. To me, she was Grandma.

It is a little strange for me to write like this. You see, up until this past weekend, I have never had to refer to any of my grandparents in the past tense. I will turn 30 later this year, and I am well aware of how blessed I am to have made it this far into my life and still have all four grandparents living. Sadly, Grandma passed away last Saturday morning at the age of 78. Because my grandparents live in Missouri and I have always lived in Texas, we couldn't see each other as much as we would have liked. Still, I know that she loved me, and I know that she prayed for me. Those are the two most important things a grandmother can do for a grandchild.

Before she died, Grandma helped me to start learning a great sports lesson, which has now become a great life lesson as well. Grandma was born in Chicago. She was a Bears fan, but the guys she cheered for the most were her beloved Cubs. The lesson she and "the Cubbies" (she always called them the Cubbies) taught me comes from what has become the perpetual motto of Cubs fans the world over.

There's always next year.

I have heard Grandma and my Dad, who is also a lifelong Cubs fan, say that many times during my life. Living so far from Grandma, and moving out on my own and away from Dad, I guess I had not heard that in a few years. More likely, I refused to hear it.

As my wife will attest, I am an obsessive sports fan. A few years ago, I had a subscription to a magazine whose initials spell "yes" in Spanish. When it ran out, I did not renew immediately. I told my wife that I would wait until one of my favorite teams won a title. Then I would subscribe and get that cool bundle of championship freebies they always offer at the end of each sport's season. The problem with that plan is my list of favorites: Dallas Stars hockey, Carolina Panthers football, Texas Rangers baseball, Texas A&M Aggies college football and men's basketball, and Matt Kenseth in NASCAR. Among them all, I have managed to experience ONE title in my 29+ years, the 1999 Dallas Stars. A few readers may wonder about Kenseth's Chase inducing Winston Cup. I was a Mark Martin fan at the time, and only switched to Matt when Martin semi-retired. (Strangely, Martin is still title-less as well.) Do I know how to pick 'em or what?

One title in 29 years, and I was growing increasingly agitated. Furious in fact. Then, my wife asked me (on more than one occasion) why I got so mad when one of my teams lost. Then my grandparents came to town for a visit. In spending time with the family, and talking with Grandma and Dad about sports and "the Cubbies," I heard it a few times again...there's always next year. Then Grandma passed away.

I am working harder at making that motto my outlook. I haven't learned to do it perfectly. However, here is what I have learned.

The Cubs have not won the World Series in over 100 years. There is a term that is often used to describe Cubs fans and that was more than fitting for Grandma too. Long-suffering.

I believe that Grandma is now a no-suffering Cubbies fan. She will get to see the Cubs win a title someday...I think. The difference? She can no longer be heartbroken after each year that it doesn't happen.

For the rest of us, there is not always next year. Life here really is short. Maybe I should not get so worked up when one of my teams falls short AGAIN.

After all, it is just a game.




Scripture: Phillipians 3:13-14 "...one thing I do: forgetting what lies behind and straining forward to what lies ahead, I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus" This is my favorite scripture.
Quote: "Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened." Dr. Seuss