Boo Hoo
Emotionally distraught.Can't talk now.
Will post tomorrow.
Leave all condolences here, please.
posted by Thurman8er @ 8:52 PM
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Can't talk now.
Will post tomorrow.
Leave all condolences here, please.
Steve's musings on Bible and baseball...necessarily in that order.
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A 45 year old Bible/Math teacher who loves God, his family, and the Los Angeles Angels (or whatever their name is today).
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5 Comments:
My Math and now "Sports Victim" brother, yea, I too am alas, awash with the wailings and pain of seeing their favorite team fall from grace. We lift up you and the California/Anaheim/Los Angeles Angels and their venerable rally monkey. Even now, I want to make enough noise so that he will come. As for your east coast counter-part, my FSU Seminoles were beaten by Virgina! Makes me want to burn my copy of the movie "Remember the Titans!" Feel free to give an extra measure of homework this week if it will help to start the healing process. I'll leave you with a saying that is near and dear (and it isn't "Why did we hire this guy from Utah?") (although that may happen real soon) to fans of the Florida Gators - "Wait till next year."
Only in this, your extreme time of grief and mourning, would one such as I plunge into the bowels of poetry to raise up the heart and spirits of my emotionally distraught friend.
Thus, the words of John Donne from the poem Air and Angels:
Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name,
So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame,
Angels affect us oft, and worship'd be;
Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing I did see.
But since my soul, whose child love is,
Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do,
More subtile than the parent is,
Love must not be, but take a body too,
And therefore what thou wert, and who,
I bid Love ask, and now
That it assume thy body, I allow,
And fix itself in thy lip, eye, and brow.
Whilst thus to ballast love, I thought,
And so more steadily to have gone,
With wares which would sink admiration,
I saw, I had love's pinnace overfraught,
Ev'ry thy hair for love to work upon
Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;
For, nor in nothing, nor in things
Extreme, and scatt'ring bright, can love inhere;
Then as an Angel, face, and wings
Of air, not pure as it, yet pure doth wear,
So thy love may be my loves sphere;
Just such disparity
As is twixt Air and Angels' purity,
'Twixt women's love, and men's will ever be.
Let it out Steve, let it all out.
Sorry little brother. I love you.
So how are you doing, you don't seem too good. LOL
Steve, I was actually up watching the Cards vs Astros last night when Pujols hit the game winner. I couldn't help but think of all the times I coached my son in similar situations. I always told him when he was pitching, do not let the best bat on the other team beat us with one swing. I would gladly eat the walk or a possible bad swing over a walk-off winner any day.
Have you recovered from your "Angels Depression" yet?
Take care.
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