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Instant Happiness

HELLO WIN COLUMN!

One of my childhood heroes was Mark Holtz.  When I moved down to Texas, one of the many times I did, I was amazed by listening to the both the Mavericks and the Rangers with legend.  He opened every Ranger baseball broadcast with “It’s Baseball time in TEXAS!”

I’d used to be taken on a path of amazement as he made the stRangers teams in the 80′s interesting to watch.

But recently I’ve noticed the total indifference about an award that I thought Mark should win. The Ford Frick award in broadcasting.  Now some writers have made efforts in the past, Ex 1. , Ex 2. to have a Texas Ranger broadcasting legend be put into the Baseball Hall of Fame.

Now before you nay sayers begin, they have members of the Montreal Expos Broadcasters in the HoF!

Why not Mark?

Hello Win Column is still placed on the scoreboard at the end of every Texas Ranger victory.

Why Not Mark?

Please Texas Rangers, do something right, support Mark Holtz in 2009.

Sincerly,

Texas Ranger Fan in Denial.

News!!!

I saw the doc and he painfully removed the 54 staples and replaced them with steri-strips. So we are closer to full recovery.

and finally…

All 18 tumors were found to be … Read more…

Tech didn’t want it…

Yup, I spent most of the day at work, first on air then at a remote during the Texas Tech game.

I wish they could have won the game, but the team had lost its heart, it didn’t want to be there and I feel for all the fans who hoped for a better ending to the season.

I spent most of the evening in bed with a migraine and pains in my back.

I got confirmation Monday that the Surgeon will take a look at me and we will schedule the procedure, no not “THE PROCEDURE” made famous by Pauly and the crew before a big blogger poker tournament.

I still have issues with my voice and it bothers me.  I use my voice for my gig, my livlihood, and not to have it is scary to me.

Joanna woke me up and made me comfort food, mac and cheese and we watched The Shawshank Redemption.  Get busy living my friends, cause you never know when the road ends.

I miss my kids, this last week is the same as all the first weeks after the kids leave, I get down, try and stay busy and yet still get sick.  Gotta figure a way around this shit.

I’m starting the countdown, 70 days till I leave for Ireland.  Yup, my family and I are heading to Ireland for St Patrick’s Day.  I’m going to be doing “research” for “The Castle”.  How can I finish my book that has an Irish castle as a major character without ever being IN an Irish Castle?  I can’t.  So I’m going to go and take a vacation for me, no nothing for nobody else, just me.

Yes!

Yes, it is a New Year and I would normally do a lot of things, but I changed my mind and did nothing today. Yup, NOTHING.  Joanna and I had a wonderful dinner last night at Stella’s, she had the Shrimp and Scallop Linguine while I had a sausage and cheese stuffed manicotti.  One of my best friends Joe Woodyard and his fiance Ann were in town and we spent the night playing games, Cranium, even though the clay had died on us we had a great time.

Then the challenge came.  We started to play hearts and the tossing of the queen of spades was everywhere as no one wanted her.  I made a valiant effort to shoot the moon and was denied by Joe who then uttered the words…

“No one will shoot the moon tonight.”

The challenge was there and I had to take it.  I had the ultimate hand to start 6 hearts and a three low with the top three hearts after the queen and 4 of hearts were passed to me.  I also had the Ace and 4 of spades and ace king of clubs plus the Top 3 diamonds.  I knew that if I could get the biatch first then it would be mine.  After taking the first trick with the King of clubs I through out the 4 of spades.  If the queen wasn’t given to someone else, then I was home free.

Joanna and everyone sloughed off and when someone lead with spades and I through the Ace out, I thought Joanna’s eyes were filled with glee and she through it down.

Then I started the punishment!

When it was all done, Joe knew he was doomed.

“You let him shoot the moon!”

Actually Joe, you did.

Never put something in my mind that can’t be done.

This morning Joanna made sausage balls and I made bacon and eggs and we fed Joe and Ann before they started the trip to hell, I mean Kansas.  By the way, I love you guys, but K-State SUCKS!

After we said out goodbyes this morning and Joe and Ann were on their way at 11A we went back to sleep.  I mean who VOLUNTARILY gets up at 8 a New Years Day?  We slept till 3 and then Joanna went home to get stuff accomplished at the apartment while I got up to watch the second half of the Nebraska Clemson game.  Dad and Mom stopped watching it after it was 14-3 and I kept calling them, trying to get them to watch it.

Finally I tempted dad and he and I were excited when Nebraska won.  I am glad they won because Dad believes in Bo Pelini.  He did a great job versus Texas Tech this year and I am dreading the return trip to Nebraska.  Bo does good.

I called Joanna and we went to Dinner and a Movie.  We saw Yes Man.

I would like to say that I hated the movie, but I can’t.  There were people in the movie saying Yes! everytime someone in the film yelled yes.  That got annoying but the film is cute.  It’s a one watcher though.  Some of the bits, you just can’t see happening again and again, though Persian wife finder dot com, now that’s RICH!

I give it the standard 3 stars.  Not enough to make me see it again, but I would recommend people go see it.

Tomorrow I work during the Cotton Bowl. UGH.

If not now, when?

Today I’ve been reminded as I looked across a tree filled with presents and food that I am lucky.

For I ate today, there was someone who went without,

For I was warm today, there was someone who was trying to stay warm,

For I was clothed today, there was someone who was wearing a handy me down, from a handy me down,

For I laughed with my family, there were people who lost loved ones today or never said what was in their heart before they left.

For I am a lucky man to have been blessed with friends, with family, with the love of my life, my two children, I am truly a blessed man.

But it is not the present that makes me happy, or the food or the clothes…

It’s being with people who love and who love.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night.

P.S. Happy Haunakah to the Wife and Doc Chako as well as any other celebrants of the 8 CRAZY NIGHTS.

Lachaim!

Sean

Watching for Santa

Today we spent the majority of the day watching for santa.  Yes St. Nick was on his yearly ride across the world and Shelby, Ryan and I were watching http://www.noradsanta.org to see the entire adventure.  We watched the great cgi videos and examined different places around the world.  As Santa hit the east coast Ryan came up to me and asked,

Daddy,

Is there really a Santa Claus?

and I read him the great New York Sun Editorial …

Dear Editor,

I am 8 years old. Some of my little friends say there is no Santa Claus. Papa says, “If you see it in The Sun it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Santa Claus?

Virginia O’Hanlon

115 West Ninety-Fifth Street

 

 

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Virginia, your little friends are wrong. They have been affected by the skepticism of a skeptical age. They do not believe except they see. They think that nothing can be which is not comprehensible by their little minds. All minds, Virginia, whether they be men’s or children’s, are little. In this great universe of ours, man is a mere insect, an ant, in his intellect as compared with the boundless world about him, as measured by the intelligence capable of grasping the whole of truth and knowledge.

Yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Claus. He exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! how dreary would be the world if there were no Santa Claus! It would be as dreary as if there were no Virginias. There would be no childlike faith then, no poetry, no romance to make tolerable this existence. We should have no enjoyment, except in sense and sight. The external light with which childhood fills the world would be extinguished.

Not believe in Santa Claus! You might as well not believe in fairies. You might get your papa to hire men to watch in all the chimneys on Christmas eve to catch Santa Claus, but even if you did not see Santa Claus coming down, what would that prove?

Nobody sees Santa Claus, but that is no sign that there is no Santa Claus. The most real things in the world are those that neither children nor men can see. Did you ever see fairies dancing on the lawn? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in the world.

You tear apart the baby’s rattle and see what makes the noise inside, but there is a veil covering the unseen world which not the strongest man, nor even the united strength of all the strongest men that ever lived, could tear apart.

Only faith, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that curtain and view and picture the supernal beauty and glory beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.

No Santa Claus?

Thank God, he lives, and lives forever. A thousand years from now, Virginia, nay 10 times 10,000 years from now, he will continue to make glad the heart of childhood.

 

Yes Ry Ry, there is a Santa Claus!