how shallow must one be?
how black are their hearts. ?
The Chicago Bulls apparently (thanks Phil Mushnick) had a special celebration last week to honor the anniversary of their Championship Years with Michael Jordan. Players, Coaches and Team Officials were invited back for a special night. Jerry Krause, the architect of these teams; passed away back in 2017. ( Mr Krause was portrayed as the Villian in the ESPN docuseries Last dance....although he built the Team, he was also the GM when they eventually collapsed)) Mr Krause was represented by his 80-year-old widow, she was in a wheelchair and was accompanied by her grandchildren. She was greeted with Boos....the self-righteous, entitled low life scum in attendance booed an 80-year-old woman. One can only imagine how emotional the night must've been for this woman who misses her husband but decided to represent him. She was probably encouraged to do so by her children and Grandchildren. And then she is booed.....she broke down in tears and had to be comforted by former player Ron Harper........as Mushnick put it, this 80-year-old woman and her late husband were humiliated by dehumanized humans. I wonder if these dirtbags laid their heads on the pillow that night and felt satisfied with their behavior. That's America in the post pandemic world....sports only serves as the window into our country's soul.....we see it in politics, we witness it on mass transit and on the streets of the city....it's ugly and it's angry.
A roar went up on Staten Island last night as Jets fans celebrated as if they had won a playoff game......not quite...but their division rivals , the Buffalo Bills, lost on a missed field Goal.....wasn't all that long ago in the Lief that Jimmy Polis and Duff were cheering on these same Bills and waiting for Scott Norwide to ruin the Giants Super Bowl.....oh how times change....
Steve Mac was glad the Chiefs moved on, but he missed on his parlay...he needed Curly Culp to have a sack and Ed Podolak to rush for 60 yards..........atta boy Leonard , great game....onto Balteeemore........2+3=BEEER
Don't let it bring you downIt's only castles burningFind someone who's turningAnd you will come around
Matriculate ..It was working for the Bills in the First Half Chiefs could not stop the run . Thank God Idiot McDermott abandoned that Stram Strategy or The Swifties would be crying in their Kielce jerseys .
ReplyDeleteSaw this poem :
MEET ME IN THE TAVERN
Meet me in the tavern
At the bottom of the sea
Where faces bubble laughter
And the mermaids drink for free.
There's a diver in the chimney,
Frogmen in the hall.
Mussels from the chowder
Are climbing up the wall.
Starfish on the carpet,
Clown fish on the roof,
Every drink is watered,
But the water’s 80-proof.
Mermen bring us tumblers
Of malt from Grand Macnish
And no one bats an eyelid
If you drink like a fish.
Meet me in the tavern
Where the old sailors nap.
Your glass is never empty
When the whole wet world’s on tap.
It's crowded on the dance floor
As kippers twirl with eels,
While squids with pipes and fiddles
Are playing jigs and reels.
You can stuff your face with lobster,
Put your head right in the trap,
Then lick the salty fingers
Of the mermaid on your lap.
The Skipper’s here till closing
He’ll leave a healthy tip
Then stumble through the crab fields
To find his sunken ship.
The bill adds up to thousands,
But no one gets distressed;
Just grab a bunch of bullion
From the Skipper’s treasure chest.
When your soggy brain is swimming
And your gills are turning green,
You can flag a water taxi
Or go home by submarine.
There's a whirlpool made of moonlight.
Come close and you will see
A spiral staircase winding
To the bottom of the sea.
And there you'll find the tavern
Just past the final stair.
So cast off all your troubles
And come and meet me there.
C.M.