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Instant Sean

Author: Sean D

  • How scoring a century in cricket actually relates to March Madness

    March Madness and Cricket. Two things that normally just don’t go together, but for today’s story they will.

    The Indian cricket team is dominant, recently winning the Cricket World Cup and being the first team to do so on home soil. They are a team with incredible players and their fans expect a lot from their team. One of their best players Sachin Tendulkar today became the first cricketer to score 100 international centuries, reaching a new record in his glittering two-decade career.

    Known variously as the “Little Master” or “Bombay Blaster”, is worshiped as a demi-god in his cricket-crazy country and hasn’t made a misstep since he came on the world stage in 1989 just 16 years old.

    Yet today, some Indian fans place the blame on him. “Sachin scores 100 yet we lose”.  What kind of attitude is this?  Cricket is like basketball, it is a team sport and all players have to make their contributions for the team to win.  Today the Indian bowlers were off their mark and they caused the team to lose by 5 wickets. It’s like my favorite team the Texas Rangers, they were two outs away from winning their first World Series and the batters had given all they could provide runs and more runs. But yet the pitching staff just decided to give even more away.

    But today is about attitude.

    My friend, Mitesh Sanghvi asked this question? “Then what’s the difference between expectation, desire and target?”

    Which brings me back to March Madness. (more…)

  • Why I hate valentines day and I miss my brother.

    This is my strength. This is my soul. This was my brother.

    Tonight as I tossed and turned in my sleep I remember why I wished Joanna was here tonight. I can never sleep the night before your birthday. I always remember how you once told me, “Stop letting the fuckers get you down.” I’ve shed a majority of the weak links in my life. You told me that you were proud of me because I went to St. Louis to play in that poker tournament. Even though I was disappointed even though I final tabled it, you were proud of me for nutting up and just going. You kept me honest, and was fair to me. Even though I think your good heart was taken advantage of, you still loved those who betrayed you. That’s why you will always have a place in my heart and that’s why I still give my heart to those who need it.

    Though you are no longer on this earth, I feel you touch my heart and soul each day. I am here for a higher purpose and I hope you will guide me to it. It’s been six years. And it hasn’t been an easy six.

    Joanna asks me about stories about us and I bring up the days where we both cried and we were both strong. We’d play golf in a dust storm just so we could spend time together. Many people have asked me why I have the tile in my bathroom & kitchen and if I would change it. I told them to fuck off and I mean it. Those were the last things we did together. Though I watched as you worked using the skills that you had learned. Then you came up to the radio station to watch me work. We were both in awe of each other. I remember when you got up on the desk to sign the ceiling tile surrounded by radio talent who had signed before. You didn’t understand the pride the ratings meant to me, but you wanted to leave your mark. You found a blank tile and signed it :

    I Love You Brother – Patman

    I still have that ceiling tile in my office and it will go home with me when I leave. Not because I need the ceiling tile but because it is a link to you.

    I’ve been strong when I once was weak. I’ve cried when once I hid my feelings. Nothing ever changes but yet it did. I don’t mourn your death, I don’t mourn your loss. I mourn not hearing your voice. I mourn not playing golf with you. I mourn talking poker and drinking Irish Whisky with you. I mourn a lot of things. But I see stars shining and I know you are there.

    There are days where I wish I could be next to you, telling stories and calling bullshit on you as you have done so for me. But I guess I have more work on this earth.

    Today would have been your 39th birthday and I would have given you shit all day. I can still hear you say “I can still take you old man.”

    I miss you Patrick.  Happy Birthday Brother!

    Love,

    Your Big Brother,

    Sean

  • The glass…

    Optimists says the glass is half full.
    Pessimists says that it is half empty.
    Scientists notes that 8 oz are left in an 16oz glass.
    Realists note that if they are thirsty, there is water to drink.
    Economists want to determine the costs associated with the water.

    (more…)

  • Take a look in the mirror…

    Today, a talented star lost her life. The world talks about her, and says “What a loss. She has such talent that we will miss.”

    But how many of us knows an addict, someone who has an addiction issue and has struggled to convince them to come clean and to help them get help? How many of us know someone who is addicted to drugs, alcohol or worse and we don’t help them? These people have talent, these people are worth saving too!

    Do we look past these lost souls and look toward our next piece of success, our next raise, our next piece of property or thing that no one else has.

    Each and every one of us knows someone who struggles daily with addiction. But what do we do? Do we give them support or do we walk on? What talent have THEY wasted? Could we have made a difference? (more…)

  • Working Title

    “This is a work of fiction. All the characters in it, are imaginary, from my OWN THOUGHTS and not necessarily represent the views of anyone but my own. Please take any narrow minded opinions about my work and place them in the comments area below. As for anyone who thinks this represents anyone in reality needs to get their head examined.”

    “DILLIGAS?” – Inspired by a quote from a friend!

    Grade a paper, grade another paper, grade a third paper and yet not one person gets the impact of Abraham Lincoln’s assassination. This is getting tedious. I really need to stop. Maybe if I grade 7th grade math my ears won’t bleed from stupidity.

    It never ends. It’s an ongoing battle against iPads and iPods and no matter what I do I can’t get into these kids heads. What I need to do is find a way to break convention without getting suspended. The last time I got suspended just because I made them roll a condom over a banana. It wasn’t my fault that stupid McKenna Richardson protested to the school board because her god wouldn’t want her to ever touch a condom. I failed to stop myself from taking out a picture of Lucy and show her what happened when you are 16 and you don’t use a condom. Stupid brat told her mother that an “unfit mother” was teaching her. So it was my fault she couldn’t handle her science experiment to dissect a frog. Again she brought up god. I wanted to go “hey girl, you know you are going to end up marrying some asshole who is going to be telling you that you are doing the “lord’s work” while he’s shoving his sausage down your throat.”

    But I didn’t. I just told her that God made the creature and if she wanted to pass she had to tell me if it was a male or female frog. She guessed wrong, I failed her and here I am , grading papers while waiting for the stupid school board to make a decision if I keep my job.

    “Ms. Anders,” a voice cries from down the hall. “The board is waiting for you.” (more…)