You can't make this stuff up!!
It is Saturday morning, clear, crisp, spring morning and so I decided that a cup of hot apple cider would be perfect. I walked into the Java Coffee and Cafe across the way and picked myself up a cup. After returning home I came upstairs, set the cup down, fired up my computer and sat down. As I did so the way in which I placed the cup allowed for the perfect viewing of CAUTION: HOT COFFEE IS HOT!
This goes back to the McDonald's woman that spilled her coffee in the drive-thru years ago and not only sued McDonald's for the fact that their coffee was hot, how dare they, but somehow actually won!! Thus forcing McDonald's, at the urging of their lawyers I am sure, to put the caution on their cups.
I cannot say for certain that this is in fact the first time such an absurd warning was placed on a coffee cup, but I can tell you this is the most public occurrence that I can remember.
Now, we have all done this at some point or another, go through a drive-thru, get some stuff to munch on while heading down the road, start driving before getting "organized" for the trip and the meal, and next thing you know you are wearing your Big Mac, or Whopper, or you have Coke all over the front seat of your car. I was going to call this woman an idiot for being dumb enough to spill her coffee on herself in the first place, but accidents do happen. However, they are accidents, and they are usually caused by a lack of concentration, or at the very least some distractions related to driving, eating, drinking and perhaps being a mom all at the same time.
The part that to me is far too prevalent these days, or maybe two parts, are one, suing anyone and everyone because we can, or as some people would say because it is our right. Horse shit!! Or as Colonel Potter would say on MASH, horse hockey!! I realize we live in a free country and we have the right to express ourselves in any way we see fit, and we have the right to face our accuser and all sorts of other happy horse shit, but to my second point, we do not have the right to blame everyone else on the planet for our problems. That is what this woman did in suing McDonalds for selling her hot coffee in the drive-thru, and that is what so many on this planet do day in and day out. No one wants to take responsibility for their own mess, mistakes, problems.
Accountability and responsibility. This is what is missing today, in the world of leave no student behind, and all of that. I am a sensitive person, and most would say that I am too sensitive, but I think that we have gone way too far in this country to the point where no one wants to take any responsibility and everyone is looking for somewhere to blame for their situations except themselves.
Coffee is hot, get over it. If you don't like your coffee hot then order iced coffee, or maybe drink water since caffeine seems to be causing you a problem anyway. Live and let live and stop blaming the world for not living up to your own potential, and for being too stupid to realize that coffee is hot without some telling you it is.
Thank you again for getting this far with me.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Black and White
If you take black paint and white paint and you pour them into a bucket in equal portions you will get gray, perfect gray. No I am not sure there is such a thing as perfect gray, but since I just used the phrase I am going to say there is. If you pour black and white paint in a bucket and you pour more white than black you will get a lighter shade of gray, still gray, but lighter. More black, darker grey. I could keep going, but I am sure you get the point.
The expression about there being a million shades of grey, or gray, I will come back to this in a minute, is not entirely accurate. If you were really bored and wanted to have some fun you could continue my logic from above, continue to look at a little more white then black then white then black, and what you would discover is that no matter how much lighter, or how much darker, the grey became, you would never get back to either pure white, or total black because you are in fact repeating the exercise from early algebra, I think, where infinity is defined, and the explanation we were given back then is that if you moved closer to the wall, each time cutting the distance in half, you could essentially do this forever. The same would be true of the mixing and thus there are not millions of shades of gray, but in fact there are an infinite number of shades.
Here is the catch, life is not paint, and while there are many different views on many different subjects there are not an infinite number of views, and in fact there is a very finite number. In a city like New York City you could easily find millions of opinions on all sorts of topics, but what tends to happen is that you get millions on one side of a debate, millions on the other and a whole bunch of folks in between. Does it really matter how far in between? Not typically, unless we are talking abut elections because then how far to one side you are or the other of the middle may, and most often does, move your vote to one pile or the other. I guess this just brought us back to black and white again did it not. In fact, this past presidential election was very much black and white, and black won...or was that gray??
It is actually quite simple, there is black and there is white in this world, and although there are lots of folks who may be inclined to argue both sides of an argument, or have trouble making up there mind, when it comes down to it there is black and white, right and wrong.
Murder, wrong. Helping an older woman with her groceries, right. Stealing, wrong. Making time for your kids baseball game, right. Adultery, wrong. Helping a friend in need, no matter who that friend is, or what people think, right.
Again, I could go on with this forever, but I am sure you see where I am going here. I guess I simply believe in the "Houseian" theory of ethics and morals, there are absolute rights, and absolute wrongs, and no amount of rationalization or justification can change those facts. If you do something that is legally within your rights by the US Constitution, but morally and/or ethically wrong, it is still wrong. Everything from using cell phones while in the movie theatre to sleeping with your best friends wife. Different shades of wrong? sure, but wrong nonetheless? without question.
To me right and wrong are like pregnant and not!! You cannot be a little pregnant, you either are or you are not. Just because someone's moral compass was never completed, or was issued with readings missing doesn't make things magically ok, it just means that for some people right and wrong, especially wrong, just does not register as it should. Sure makes life tough for the rest of the planet.
From the teaching and coaching I have done the last few years I can tell you that a lot of this moral compass is missing in high school and college kids these days, but don't blame them, it is missing in their parents just as much, or more. Dartmouth College students, for example, cross the street anywhere they feel like it in Hanover, NH where the school sits, but if you are ever in town on parents weekend so do their folks. I guess they figure since they pay so much in tuition they must own the streets of Hanover. Having gone to Hanover High for a while and then having received my Masters from Dartmouth, and having paid my own tuition, I can tell you that this is not true about the owning of the streets thing, but don't tell them that their pompous little heads will explode.
I will also tell you that to use the derogatory word for a woman, or the crass word for female anatomy, that starts with a C is also wrong, even if you are all alone in the woods, let alone in the company of another person, more so in the company of a woman, or women, and especially in the company of multiple women and a 9 year old girl!! No one should have to point that out to any male over the age of five, let alone to a 22 year old and a 47 year old that happen to be father and son.
Like I said, don't blame the kids, blame their parents.
I wish I could say that although my moral compass always knows the different between black and white I always make the right choice, but that would then make me perfect, and even I am not that, actually about as far from it as possible, but at least I continue to work towards it, which I guess all we can expect from ourselves, or so I am told.
By the way, grey and gray are both correct, and thus I felt like using them interchangeably!!
Thank you for getting this far with me.
The expression about there being a million shades of grey, or gray, I will come back to this in a minute, is not entirely accurate. If you were really bored and wanted to have some fun you could continue my logic from above, continue to look at a little more white then black then white then black, and what you would discover is that no matter how much lighter, or how much darker, the grey became, you would never get back to either pure white, or total black because you are in fact repeating the exercise from early algebra, I think, where infinity is defined, and the explanation we were given back then is that if you moved closer to the wall, each time cutting the distance in half, you could essentially do this forever. The same would be true of the mixing and thus there are not millions of shades of gray, but in fact there are an infinite number of shades.
Here is the catch, life is not paint, and while there are many different views on many different subjects there are not an infinite number of views, and in fact there is a very finite number. In a city like New York City you could easily find millions of opinions on all sorts of topics, but what tends to happen is that you get millions on one side of a debate, millions on the other and a whole bunch of folks in between. Does it really matter how far in between? Not typically, unless we are talking abut elections because then how far to one side you are or the other of the middle may, and most often does, move your vote to one pile or the other. I guess this just brought us back to black and white again did it not. In fact, this past presidential election was very much black and white, and black won...or was that gray??
It is actually quite simple, there is black and there is white in this world, and although there are lots of folks who may be inclined to argue both sides of an argument, or have trouble making up there mind, when it comes down to it there is black and white, right and wrong.
Murder, wrong. Helping an older woman with her groceries, right. Stealing, wrong. Making time for your kids baseball game, right. Adultery, wrong. Helping a friend in need, no matter who that friend is, or what people think, right.
Again, I could go on with this forever, but I am sure you see where I am going here. I guess I simply believe in the "Houseian" theory of ethics and morals, there are absolute rights, and absolute wrongs, and no amount of rationalization or justification can change those facts. If you do something that is legally within your rights by the US Constitution, but morally and/or ethically wrong, it is still wrong. Everything from using cell phones while in the movie theatre to sleeping with your best friends wife. Different shades of wrong? sure, but wrong nonetheless? without question.
To me right and wrong are like pregnant and not!! You cannot be a little pregnant, you either are or you are not. Just because someone's moral compass was never completed, or was issued with readings missing doesn't make things magically ok, it just means that for some people right and wrong, especially wrong, just does not register as it should. Sure makes life tough for the rest of the planet.
From the teaching and coaching I have done the last few years I can tell you that a lot of this moral compass is missing in high school and college kids these days, but don't blame them, it is missing in their parents just as much, or more. Dartmouth College students, for example, cross the street anywhere they feel like it in Hanover, NH where the school sits, but if you are ever in town on parents weekend so do their folks. I guess they figure since they pay so much in tuition they must own the streets of Hanover. Having gone to Hanover High for a while and then having received my Masters from Dartmouth, and having paid my own tuition, I can tell you that this is not true about the owning of the streets thing, but don't tell them that their pompous little heads will explode.
I will also tell you that to use the derogatory word for a woman, or the crass word for female anatomy, that starts with a C is also wrong, even if you are all alone in the woods, let alone in the company of another person, more so in the company of a woman, or women, and especially in the company of multiple women and a 9 year old girl!! No one should have to point that out to any male over the age of five, let alone to a 22 year old and a 47 year old that happen to be father and son.
Like I said, don't blame the kids, blame their parents.
I wish I could say that although my moral compass always knows the different between black and white I always make the right choice, but that would then make me perfect, and even I am not that, actually about as far from it as possible, but at least I continue to work towards it, which I guess all we can expect from ourselves, or so I am told.
By the way, grey and gray are both correct, and thus I felt like using them interchangeably!!
Thank you for getting this far with me.
Monday, March 15, 2010
You Heard It Here First
Michigan
Chapman
Arizona State
Colorado State
BYU
Florida State
Minn-Duluth
Virginia Tech
Oregon
Florida
Cal Poly
Michigan State
Boston College
Lindenwood
Winner Texas State v Texas
Loser Texas State v Texas or Colorado
Thank you again for getting this far with me.
Chapman
Arizona State
Colorado State
BYU
Florida State
Minn-Duluth
Virginia Tech
Oregon
Florida
Cal Poly
Michigan State
Boston College
Lindenwood
Winner Texas State v Texas
Loser Texas State v Texas or Colorado
Thank you again for getting this far with me.
Saturday, February 27, 2010
Amen
Bonnie,
Nicely done again, not to mention that on every college campus in America, and every city around the world outside the US, kids drink, or are drunk, every night of the week.
Miss Poulin is one of the best hockey players in the world, not best female players, best players. Part of this is today’s technology where nothing is private anymore, and part of this is the world’s media, but most of this is just small minded old men from the boy’s club.
Enjoy the rest of your Olympic stay, and have a safe journey home!!
VANCOUVER, British Columbia -- Every night, I walk from the main press center on Vancouver's beautiful waterfront to my hotel and try my best to avoid being buffeted by reeling, drunken mobs of young people. My hotel happens to be on Granville Street, which I understand is Party Central on any given weekend, but the Olympic crowds have been on a different scale, bigger and louder and more inebriated and durable enough to keep it going until 3 or 4 in the morning on school nights, too.
I've seen only one fistfight break out in front of me during this two-week tailgate, but trust me, I've seen plenty: Guys unzipping their pants any old place to pee, guys holding their girlfriends' hair off their shoulders so they have an unimpeded means to vomit, young people of both genders propositioning each other with all the affection and subtlety of a slap shot. The real consequences of these kinds of gatherings usually arrive later on, when some percentage of these revelers get behind the wheel of a car, or get into a car with someone who shouldn't be driving, or stumble in front of a moving car, or have unprotected sex, or get date-raped.
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Alex Livesey/Getty Images
Part of the IOC's issue with the celebration: Marie-Philip Poulin, left, drinking even though she's underage.
This is a debauch wrapped in brand-name Canada apparel purchased at the Olympic Superstore -- where queuing up is a sport in and of itself -- and the attempts to explain it away as nouveau patriotism are lame. If this is a legitimate way to express national pride, then Parliament should replace the maple leaf on the flag with a keg and be done with it.
Which makes the double standard and hypocrisy coloring Thursday's brew-ha-ha around the Canadian women's hockey team even more blatant.
As you may have heard or read, the Canadians shut out the United States 2-0 on Thursday to earn a third straight gold medal in their national pastime. This was a two-nation tournament, but that's not the home team's fault. The Canadians won the game they came to win and it was the last game for a number of veteran players.
An hour after the interminable medal and flower ceremony -- can someone talk the protocol people into handing them both out at once? -- some of the Canadians came back onto the ice with beer and champagne and cigars. They posed for photos for each other and were photographed themselves by the world's biggest photo agencies. The media and the cleaning crew were pretty much the only spectators to the impromptu celebration, since the fans had long since poured outside to do their drinking where it belongs, in the streets.
A reporter or reporters contacted the International Olympic Committee for comment, and we got pretty much what you would expect at an event where most of the female athletes are officially referred to as "ladies," as if this were charm school instead of a venue where limbs are broken and physical limits tested.
Initially, one IOC official suggested the hockey players should have limited their revelry to the "changing room" and said the episode would be "investigated." Friday morning, IOC spokesman Mark Adams either contradicted or clarified that, saying the organization was drafting a letter to the team asking questions about the incident. Adams denied the IOC was aiming any special scrutiny at the players, saying the media is the only entity putting the team under a microscope.
It doesn't appear any kind of reprimand is being considered, partly because Hockey Canada issued a quick apology. Friday, Canadian Olympic Committee president Michael Chambers called the hijinks "an error in judgment" but also allowed how he enjoyed a beer after his hockey wins, which came on a much lower level.
I'll go out on a limb and say no one would be talking about decorum if the Canadian men had enjoyed a cold beverage and a stogie at center ice in similar circumstances. The photo would run above the fold in every newspaper in this country and be reissued as a souvenir poster.
The only possible hook for this "story" -- aside from flat-out sexism and the possible violation of an anti-smoking ordinance -- is that Marie-Philip Poulin, the player who scored both of Canada's goals, is still 18 and the drinking age in the province of British Columbia is 19. Canadian women's captain Hayley Wickenheiser quietly voiced her irritation at a prescheduled press availability Friday.
"We had our victory, we deserved to win and celebrate it, and I think we handled ourselves fine," Wickenheiser said. "If you watch any celebration in hockey history, the NHL or the Stanley Cup, there's champagne in the dress[ing] room and there's 18-year-olds on teams. I don't know why this is such a big deal or any different from any other celebration, and it was all done in good taste."
Wickenheiser said some players returned to the ice on a whim after celebrating privately for more than an hour with guests including Prime Minister Stephen Harper and British Columbia Premier Gordon Campbell.
"The girls wanted to take a few pictures on the ice thinking the rink would be empty," Wickenheiser said. "Somebody took a picture, and of course, it's our youngest player involved.
"I am not ashamed or embarrassed at all. It's really unfortunate. We just won an Olympic gold medal in our own country and today we're having to defend how we celebrated our Olympic gold medal. Nobody got hurt."
Right -- in contrast to the luge track at Whistler, for example. Get a grip, folks.
Wickenheiser's words count more than most. She was selected to represent all athletes by reciting the Olympic oath at the opening ceremonies before a worldwide audience. That pledge, by the way, includes references to sportsmanship and competing drug-free. It doesn't mention anything about refraining from unladylike behavior.
People are already talking about how dicey it could get downtown if the Canadian men win the gold medal Sunday. I wish someone would apply a code of conduct to the sodden mobs that have clogged the streets here; I'd be less worried about how I'm going to get home after the closing ceremonies.
Yet while the massive, excessive outdoor carousing passes for Olympic atmosphere, female hockey players intoxicated on nothing stronger than adrenaline and joy are being told they should have restrained themselves. Every once in a while, it becomes clear that baby, we haven't come very far after all.
Bonnie D. Ford covers tennis and Olympic sports for ESPN.com. She can be reached at bonniedford@aol.com.
Thank you again for getting this far with me.
Nicely done again, not to mention that on every college campus in America, and every city around the world outside the US, kids drink, or are drunk, every night of the week.
Miss Poulin is one of the best hockey players in the world, not best female players, best players. Part of this is today’s technology where nothing is private anymore, and part of this is the world’s media, but most of this is just small minded old men from the boy’s club.
Enjoy the rest of your Olympic stay, and have a safe journey home!!
VANCOUVER, British Columbia -- Every night, I walk from the main press center on Vancouver's beautiful waterfront to my hotel and try my best to avoid being buffeted by reeling, drunken mobs of young people. My hotel happens to be on Granville Street, which I understand is Party Central on any given weekend, but the Olympic crowds have been on a different scale, bigger and louder and more inebriated and durable enough to keep it going until 3 or 4 in the morning on school nights, too.
I've seen only one fistfight break out in front of me during this two-week tailgate, but trust me, I've seen plenty: Guys unzipping their pants any old place to pee, guys holding their girlfriends' hair off their shoulders so they have an unimpeded means to vomit, young people of both genders propositioning each other with all the affection and subtlety of a slap shot. The real consequences of these kinds of gatherings usually arrive later on, when some percentage of these revelers get behind the wheel of a car, or get into a car with someone who shouldn't be driving, or stumble in front of a moving car, or have unprotected sex, or get date-raped.
[+] Enlarge
Alex Livesey/Getty Images
Part of the IOC's issue with the celebration: Marie-Philip Poulin, left, drinking even though she's underage.
This is a debauch wrapped in brand-name Canada apparel purchased at the Olympic Superstore -- where queuing up is a sport in and of itself -- and the attempts to explain it away as nouveau patriotism are lame. If this is a legitimate way to express national pride, then Parliament should replace the maple leaf on the flag with a keg and be done with it.
Which makes the double standard and hypocrisy coloring Thursday's brew-ha-ha around the Canadian women's hockey team even more blatant.
As you may have heard or read, the Canadians shut out the United States 2-0 on Thursday to earn a third straight gold medal in their national pastime. This was a two-nation tournament, but that's not the home team's fault. The Canadians won the game they came to win and it was the last game for a number of veteran players.
An hour after the interminable medal and flower ceremony -- can someone talk the protocol people into handing them both out at once? -- some of the Canadians came back onto the ice with beer and champagne and cigars. They posed for photos for each other and were photographed themselves by the world's biggest photo agencies. The media and the cleaning crew were pretty much the only spectators to the impromptu celebration, since the fans had long since poured outside to do their drinking where it belongs, in the streets.
A reporter or reporters contacted the International Olympic Committee for comment, and we got pretty much what you would expect at an event where most of the female athletes are officially referred to as "ladies," as if this were charm school instead of a venue where limbs are broken and physical limits tested.
Initially, one IOC official suggested the hockey players should have limited their revelry to the "changing room" and said the episode would be "investigated." Friday morning, IOC spokesman Mark Adams either contradicted or clarified that, saying the organization was drafting a letter to the team asking questions about the incident. Adams denied the IOC was aiming any special scrutiny at the players, saying the media is the only entity putting the team under a microscope.
It doesn't appear any kind of reprimand is being considered, partly because Hockey Canada issued a quick apology. Friday, Canadian Olympic Committee president Michael Chambers called the hijinks "an error in judgment" but also allowed how he enjoyed a beer after his hockey wins, which came on a much lower level.
I'll go out on a limb and say no one would be talking about decorum if the Canadian men had enjoyed a cold beverage and a stogie at center ice in similar circumstances. The photo would run above the fold in every newspaper in this country and be reissued as a souvenir poster.
The only possible hook for this "story" -- aside from flat-out sexism and the possible violation of an anti-smoking ordinance -- is that Marie-Philip Poulin, the player who scored both of Canada's goals, is still 18 and the drinking age in the province of British Columbia is 19. Canadian women's captain Hayley Wickenheiser quietly voiced her irritation at a prescheduled press availability Friday.
"We had our victory, we deserved to win and celebrate it, and I think we handled ourselves fine," Wickenheiser said. "If you watch any celebration in hockey history, the NHL or the Stanley Cup, there's champagne in the dress[ing] room and there's 18-year-olds on teams. I don't know why this is such a big deal or any different from any other celebration, and it was all done in good taste."
Wickenheiser said some players returned to the ice on a whim after celebrating privately for more than an hour with guests including Prime Minister Stephen Harper and British Columbia Premier Gordon Campbell.
"The girls wanted to take a few pictures on the ice thinking the rink would be empty," Wickenheiser said. "Somebody took a picture, and of course, it's our youngest player involved.
"I am not ashamed or embarrassed at all. It's really unfortunate. We just won an Olympic gold medal in our own country and today we're having to defend how we celebrated our Olympic gold medal. Nobody got hurt."
Right -- in contrast to the luge track at Whistler, for example. Get a grip, folks.
Wickenheiser's words count more than most. She was selected to represent all athletes by reciting the Olympic oath at the opening ceremonies before a worldwide audience. That pledge, by the way, includes references to sportsmanship and competing drug-free. It doesn't mention anything about refraining from unladylike behavior.
People are already talking about how dicey it could get downtown if the Canadian men win the gold medal Sunday. I wish someone would apply a code of conduct to the sodden mobs that have clogged the streets here; I'd be less worried about how I'm going to get home after the closing ceremonies.
Yet while the massive, excessive outdoor carousing passes for Olympic atmosphere, female hockey players intoxicated on nothing stronger than adrenaline and joy are being told they should have restrained themselves. Every once in a while, it becomes clear that baby, we haven't come very far after all.
Bonnie D. Ford covers tennis and Olympic sports for ESPN.com. She can be reached at bonniedford@aol.com.
Thank you again for getting this far with me.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Bicycles, Rocks and Other Fun Stuff
Does anybody even know what a "banana seat" is anymore? Great for popping wheelies or giving a cousin a ride. You all should know not to throw large, sharp rocks in the direction of other people, if you don't I can tell you it is not a good idea.
Want to know what else is not a good idea, drinking Fanta orange soda bottle after bottle, 43 to be exact. If you don't throw them up you win. If you do throw them up you feel better afterwards.
Little tiny weights and old clamps, first in the bedroom upstairs and then in the basement. This was just the beginning. Taking out your frustrations over fathers on the heavy bag next to the table saw, that was kinda fun too.
There was the toy gun incident when it seemed like all the siblings came to get me...what was I going to do the one holding the gun was bigger and stronger than all of us at that time. If only that could have lasted.
Oh, and lets not forget the attempted use of a cousin to break one's fall on the ice. Waking up in the training room to smelling salts and not skating again until adulthood.
A ride to Boston planned. Another hour spent beating up the bag instead, and bleeding knuckles.
How about waking up on the double yellow line in the development just on the other side of Mineral Spring. Just one of many things you introduced me to that we probably should have known better about, but then again we never did.
And then there was all that time on the water in the summer.
We spent a lifetime together, having fun and causing trouble. Who knows which ideas belonged to whom, they were almost all bad ideas, and that is what made them fun, and crazy and worth doing. Actually, having a partner in crime is what made them fun, and crazy, and worth doing.
I am sorry I was not there as we grew older. I am sorry that life was so hard for you and I very much wish now that there had been something I could have done, or at least that I had tried. I guess we both just got too busy trying to get out of our own way.
I am glad we had the childhood we had to build a lifetime of memories, and as always seems to be the case, I wish I had an opportunity to tell you all of this now.
Farewell Ant, all my love.
Thank you again for getting this far with me.
Want to know what else is not a good idea, drinking Fanta orange soda bottle after bottle, 43 to be exact. If you don't throw them up you win. If you do throw them up you feel better afterwards.
Little tiny weights and old clamps, first in the bedroom upstairs and then in the basement. This was just the beginning. Taking out your frustrations over fathers on the heavy bag next to the table saw, that was kinda fun too.
There was the toy gun incident when it seemed like all the siblings came to get me...what was I going to do the one holding the gun was bigger and stronger than all of us at that time. If only that could have lasted.
Oh, and lets not forget the attempted use of a cousin to break one's fall on the ice. Waking up in the training room to smelling salts and not skating again until adulthood.
A ride to Boston planned. Another hour spent beating up the bag instead, and bleeding knuckles.
How about waking up on the double yellow line in the development just on the other side of Mineral Spring. Just one of many things you introduced me to that we probably should have known better about, but then again we never did.
And then there was all that time on the water in the summer.
We spent a lifetime together, having fun and causing trouble. Who knows which ideas belonged to whom, they were almost all bad ideas, and that is what made them fun, and crazy and worth doing. Actually, having a partner in crime is what made them fun, and crazy, and worth doing.
I am sorry I was not there as we grew older. I am sorry that life was so hard for you and I very much wish now that there had been something I could have done, or at least that I had tried. I guess we both just got too busy trying to get out of our own way.
I am glad we had the childhood we had to build a lifetime of memories, and as always seems to be the case, I wish I had an opportunity to tell you all of this now.
Farewell Ant, all my love.
Thank you again for getting this far with me.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Houston.......? We have a problem!
After the brain injury coverage in Time magazine and on ESPN's "Outside The Lines" several weeks ago I have been inundated with letters and emails from former football players around the country who are still having neurological issues long after their playing days. You would think the mail would be coming from former NFL players, instead the mail has been coming from guys in their 30s, 40s and 50s who never played on the NFL level. These guys played on the high school and/or college levels. Their emails are much like yours which brings me to think there are some major problems with concussions sustained in contact sports (but especially football) that have not been adequately addressed. It seems that the head trauma train is not solely an NFL issue but in this case (a football issue in general) that is coming down the track and is rapidly picking up speed!
Harry Carson
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