Wagering on The Rules of The Triple Crown Will Change? Don’t Be a Dumb A**!

The debate continues

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My good friend PolitiJim response to my blog Rust on the Chrome, All or Nothing!
Now I don’t normally post like this and I hope PolitiJim is cool with it. The point is that these debates or discussions will end in dead heat.

PolitiJim’s comments:

I’m of a differing opinion. As it turns out there are more horses that qualified for the Derby racing these past years than in era’s before. When Affirmed won the Triple Crown in 1978, he faced four horses in the Preakness that had not run in the Derby.

Affirmed faced two horses in the Belmont that skipped the Preakness, one of which didn’t run in the Derby either.

Since when did horse racing suddenly get kindergarten self-esteem syndrome? You know the one that says we have to give everyone a medal so they feel good. The corrosion of the value of merit.

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Keep Calm and Carry a Fairy Godmother

Operation Discovering Me

I never cared for Mary Poppins telling Mr. Bank’s children that when the wind changes she would know when to leave. I also much preferred a magical Fairy Godmother that could turn my rags to silk, place glass slippers on my feet, and tell me that I need to go and enjoy the ball.

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However, I better remember my curfew, or else everything around me will turn into the mess just like the day after Halloween–smashed pumpkins on the doorstep, toilet paper in the trees and that loving Fairy Godmother suddenly appears to be the disgruntled parent ready to pounce and hand down a sentencing.  After all, the vandalism (which is never confused with modern art) had to have been done by friends.

Over the last 10 years I have been in a hunt for my Fairy Godmother and I want to let her know this; Prince Charming wasn’t a prince, my kids…

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Heat Turned Up Again in San Antonio

I may never be able to go back to Cleveland after this blog post. LOL

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The AC was up full blast but the Heat was on fire in the final 8 minutes of the 4th quarter. The #LeBroning may now die a twitter death.

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LeBron is not Michael Jordan, he’s LeBron James and tonight he showed why comparisons are silly. Each generation has a standout, the playmaker or the go to guy. Love him or hate him, his play in each quarter became stronger and hotter, yet smart . He’s this generation’s elite and continues to prove it.

35 points tonight vs the 25 points in game 1 is the tale of the court. LeBron turned it up when superstar elite players do, right when it matters and victory is achieved.

I am not a doctor and I will never pretend to be one.  But after spending years playing tennis in the southern Louisiana heat leg cramps are real and will cause even the most hydrated players…

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Rust on the Chrome! All or Nothing?

I am a Triple Crown Romantic

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Triple Crown romantics everywhere are screaming about June 7th, 2014 and the 146th running of the Belmont Stakes.  Personally I am probably the loudest in the group next to Steve Coburn.

”That’s the coward’s way out,” he said. ”It’s not fair to these horses that have been in the game since day one. If you don’t make enough points to get into the Kentucky Derby, you can’t run in the other two races. It’s all or nothing.”

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The last 12 attempts that had any chance of winning were defeated by horses that ran 1 or none of the first two legs.  What quality of a race is it if Tonalist wins the race without ever qualifying for the Derby?

Money.  Simply put there isn’t a horse owner or trainer that has a romantic notion of the Triple Crown but enjoy sticking their fresh horse in to capitalize on the inflated purse and bets…

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Nadal’s Dance Wins 9th French Open

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Tennis has a glamour to it. Stroke by stroke, serve by serve the movements when performed correctly showcase an athletes talents with as much grace as a prima ballerina at the Bolshoi.

Nadal owns the clay courts of Roland Garros as the Mona Lisa holds court in the Louvre. A masterpiece for the visual senses.

Nadal may have had a slower then expected start losing the first set 3-6 to Novack Djokovic. Djokovic was solid and appeared to use most of his energy in the first two sets leaving the #2 seed empty and struggling in sets 3 and 4 in heat of Paris.

Nadal playing on what could be called his home court became stronger and more sure footed in movement and strategy. His surge for tennis dominance became clear in taking the second set 7-5 and his grace and strength was starting to emerge while Djokovic was becoming…

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It’s All About Cleveland, Darlings!

Today there isn’t a Runinmystocking. Nope but my Stilettoes are sure stomping! Or is that the 12 year old scotch kicking in?  Hmmmmmmm.

 

It’s all true.

Yes, yes I must confess– I am from Cleveland, Ohio, a furious sports fan and yes a die hard #Browns fan.

I also die a little every time they play.

Cleveland has been the home of the biggest successes, failures and debacles since I was born. Challenge me here….Oh go on, ya know you want to….

How can a nearly 50 year woman be so sure? As sure as I can still sport 6 inch stilettos without needing hip replacement surgery (yet) or busting my ass darlings!

While I may no longer reside in the frigid cold of the whipping winds off the Lake and the emotionally polarizing city, my heart stays warm with all the great memories. Coming home as much as my family would like it if I would arrive in Akron (except my cousin Michele).  I insist on flying into Hopkins International Airport all so I can fly over the city I love! And well guys, it still can, after 25 years choke me up to see her overcast skies and humble existence. The wave of a past life washes over me as hard as the waters of Lake Erie hitting a breaking wall.

Cleveland has defined me– as all of us from there define her. Nothing is EVER impossible and truth be told WE invented outside of the box thinking.  It’s a way of life why else would we adopt the moniker of “Believeland” !

From the Rockefellers, to Bob Hope, Paul Brown, Jim Brown, Paul Newman, Sex therapist William H. Master (of Master and Johnson fame, yes darlings sex happens in Cleveland too), The Cleveland Clinic and of course the newly crowned game show host capital of the world with Drew Carey and Steve Harvey. Push it further east to cover all of Northeast Ohio and you have Harvey Firestone to (I have say it) LeBron (sorry). Phooey! Even the 49er’s will practice at the DeBartolo’s facility in Youngstown. Oh wait where is the Pro Football Hall of Fame? What? I’m sorry I didn’t hear you…oh that’s right Canton a part of Northeast Ohio.  Darlings, trust me I can go on and on. But I’ll spare you.

On May 8th ESPN and the NFL experienced  and received the highest ratings ever in the history of the televised draft.  Was it a movie shot in Cleveland featuring my beloved Browns or is that if any team, city or people can make it exciting it’s Cleveland.  As Boomer said “the real Browns have jumped around more than Sonny Weaver did in Draft Day.” No team could confuse the experts more than the Browns.  Is it the art of the deal? Or are they better with the deal then the actual execution of talent?

But hey but they contributed to those high ratings!

I will be honest, I was on the tennis court during the draft but I recorded it.  I stopped during a cross over and looked at my captain watching our match and said “well?”  She said Manziel went 22.  I look at her and said “please don’t say Cleveland”.  She pointed back to the court and the match I needed to finish.

I walked off the court after a well fought losing effort.  My Captain looked at me “How on earth did you know it was Cleveland when you told me they had the 26th pick?”

I stared at my feet, hoping I had a better and colorful answer. I realized I couldn’t even make up and interesting story for a group of Saints and SEC fans then stomped my right foot, and fessed up “2 big reasons;  one, Brady Quinn and two, Brandon Weedon,– the 22nd pick for a QB in Cleveland is a perfect gumbo for disaster.”  My teammates laughed. I think it’s because they believe that the SEC is the greatest football conference in America, which right now the SEC is. However, it only last a short time darlings enjoy it, and I mean it.  I have lived through the rise and fall of the Big Ten.  The days when no one in America moved from their television sets to see the greatest rivalry in college football–The Ohio St. vs. the University of Michigan.  Boy, how I miss Woody and Bo!

But Johnny Football’s half pedigree is SEC which means here they know he will be amazing…me?  Let me say it loudly;  IT’S ALL ABOUT CLEVELAND, DARLINGS!

Home of The Shot, The Drive and The Single.  I was part of the Half Time Show when Red Right 88 stop Brian Sipe’s MVP winning season in the playoffs thus creating the Oakland Raiders Cinderella season and Super Bowl win.  I was there when John Elway’s Hall of Fame drive was merely a play Bernie Kosar used on the Jets to win in overtime the week before to earn a spot in the AFC Championship game only to watch Elway use the same play to beat the Browns. It was OUR PLAY and we didn’t recognize it?  I watched helplessly when his greatness Michael Jordon shot over a stunned Craig Ehlo to knock the Cavaliers out of the playoffs and I watched the Marlins take Game 7 of the World Series in extra innings with a single that drove in the winning run thus robbing the Indians of the World Series.

In 1995 I sat in the old Municipal Stadium watching the Browns lose to Green Bay because the rug was yanked out from under them after Art Modell announced the move, before the announcement the Browns had the best record in the NFL that year at 7-0.  Two QBs went 22nd and Two QBs were basically chased out of Cleveland.  Browns fans have had it!  I know, which gets me back to my pedigree! I was born December 7, 1964, 20 days before the last Championship to fly a flag over the City of Cleveland, Ohio.  On December 27, 1964, nestled in my Dad’s arms facing the TV, I became a life long Browns Fan, move me from the TV that day and I screamed bloody murder.  Commercial? Hell NO! more screaming!  That is my pedigree! And I am proud of it!

Today after the artful dodging of the Browns jumping and trading in the draft, everything looked so positive and the Browns were the darlings of the draft even after confusing Boomer and the gang with the trade up with Philly!

How fast is a minute in Cleveland…..check the sports pages…http://bleacherreport.com/josh-gordon

Cleveland Browns’ Josh Gordon the NFL’s League leading Wide Receiver may be removed from the league for his 3 violation of substance abuse testing positive for marijuana a couple months ago.

HEY NEW YORK HOW FAST IS YOUR MINUTE?  YOU AIN’T GOT NOTHING ON CLEVELAND!

 

BUT…………………………………..Cleveland and her people are never denied……..BECAUSE in our hearts, prayers, thoughts and actions WE ARE BELIEVELAND!

Millions filled the streets to get the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame, even when New York tried to do an annex with the hope of moving the Hall of Fame to a more glamorous city, Cleveland couldn’t be denied and the annex shut down.  No other city that lost a NFL franchise team was ever given a promise,  a 3 year time frame and ownership of a NFL Team Brand, and history but Cleveland.  We have survived a the Cuyahoga River catching on fire, then the mayor’s hair (Ralph Perk), the only city to default in the 70’s, Danny Green and the mob wars and yet this and the proud people on the shores of Lake Erie continue to reinvent themselves and find the humor along the way. The movies that have been made there recently from The Avengers, Alex Cross, Draft Day and famed Clevelanders the Russo Brothers’ Captain America: The Winter Soldier.  This all happened because we believe, we don’t live in a box and we never give up.  Nothing personal but isn’t this what God wants for all his Children?  It builds character and defines our hearts, minds and souls, and for those us who live else where rest assured Cleveland and all of Northeast Ohio hasn’t left our inner core. You can take us out of Cleveland but you cannot take the Cleveland out of us!

When I think of the City of Cleveland, her people and my family there I reflect on the movie Field of Dreams when Terrence Mann played superbly by James Earl Jones tells Ray (Kevin Costner):

America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It’s been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again.

This is Cleveland, this is Believeland, the place of my birth, the city where on any given day the winds will change from cold to warm and where the people never give in, never give up and will give you one hell of a ride while you’re there.  No matter how the Browns are doing.

But just in case being in Baton Rouge, Louisiana I’m not far from Voodoo land so I may just have to purchase a bunch of dolls and dress them as opposing teams when Manziel is ready to take the field. Justin Gilbert was a solid pick.  Since the Cleveland Clinic won’t clone Joe Haden.  You Mr. Football I am not entirely sold.  Big hands aside, you are still barely 6 ft. but you do have a grace where Brady Quinn didn’t and needed to be removed from the cameras before being picked at 22.  Also there is something that I did admire.  You knew.  Yes folks Johnny Football believed he was going to Cleveland all along and he may very well have the “BE” in Believeland.

My Stilettoes are stomping out the beat to Aloe Blacc and my heart is pounding out the same cry that those of us from Cleveland and the Northeast Ohio area have been praying for.  A Championship.  The kind of Championship that erases Mistake on the Lake, The Shot, The Drive, The Move and anything else I might have left out.  A Championship that reminds people how great Cleveland has and always been.  Where the team, the players, the city and her people show their character, strength and why we are unique and loyal people.  I witnessed it here with the Saints.

On December 27, 2014 it will be 50 years since Cleveland has had a Championship.  Cleveland is not forsaken nor forgotten.  Not since the Bernie Kosar Days has Cleveland been this ignited and united!  Hope, Faith and Believeland Proud have been energized by a kid from Texas with a rocket arm and a want and desire in his eyes to bring his talents to Cleveland and her faithful from all over the country.

Not to mention Johnny Football doesn’t have a bad birthday December 6th, yo Mr. Football mine is December 7 and you play the Colts, just saying…..

My Facebook page and text message got hit pretty good by friends who are not Browns fan but stopped to think of me the lone Stiletto Stomping Sports fan who has always been Believeland Proud asking me what I thought about the draft.

Well…..After May 8th and all the talk about Cleveland and the Browns I am suddenly flying over the city and looking out the window of the plane with a lump in my throat, a tug at my heart and the feel of the winds moving from cold to warm as the sun dances on the waters of the shores of Lake Erie.

I am breathing in the idea that maybe this time I will have that look that Dad has when he talks of the Browns of ’64 for my granddaughter when she is playing in a box of old shoes wobbling from the height as she clip clumps across the floor and asks “what is so great about the Browns?”

My answer will start “Back in ’14 they believed in the impossible and the impossible happened. It was all about Cleveland, darling.”

 

 

When My Dad Calls

I hate to admit it–but I have suspicions that my dad thinks I am a jinx when I watch Ohio St. He called tonight and said in his fatherly tone. “Elizabeth are you watching the game?”
ME: I have Ohio St. on upstairs and LSU downstairs.
Dad: That’s not what I asked. Where are you now?
Me: (swallowing the truth) Ummmm (fine I can’t lie to Dad)
Dad: I see.
Me: Dad, I really wanted to watch this game.
Dad: What is the score, Elizabeth?
Me: I ‘ll just stick with not good.
Dad: I’ll just suggest you go downstairs.
Me: How am I the jinx?
Dad: Do you remember the Michigan-Ohio St game you watch?
Me: Dad that was years ago.
Dad: Who’s winning right now?
Me: I’ll change the channel.
Dad: Love you sweetheart
Me: Great I can’t watch the game but I am upgraded from being called Elizabeth to sweetheart. Love you too Dad
Dad: Remember…..
ME: Yeah, yeah, yeah I won’t peak.
Dad: I will keep you posted by text.
ME: Swell!
Dear Ohio State,
No need to thank me for your win tonight. Just thank my dad when he quits laughing because it appears he is right.

Questions From The Middle

Okay folks, it’s been awhile since I have even made a smidgen of an attempt to write. So before going forward I want to quote a friend of mine from twitter who says “apologize for nothing” (Hat tip to you Ken!) so I won’t.

A better question might be what brought me back? Aha! Well, there are times in all of our lives where we just don’t have enough time or energy for anything. Buuuuuuuuttttt when we do…..I’ll just let you decide.

Back in the 60’s my dad was a prolific poet. The first poem I read was And The Lord Created the Middle Class. I was about six when I read it and I am pretty sure the understanding of my six-year-old self was limited to Barbie dolls, making gooey cakes in an Easy Bake Oven, my baseball mitt, football trading cards and a stuff bear named Mouse (didn’t everybody have a stuffed bear named Mouse?).

I have often thought of that poem from time to time. One because I have a memory that doesn’t let me forget things I have read and two, partly because I was curious to see if indeed anything has changed.  So I asked him about it tonight.  Dad was thrilled when I mentioned it and I could hear the years melt away from his voice. However, he wasn’t  exactly sure where he stashed it. Hopefully, he will be able to find it! It’s not like he had a hard drive back then like all of you digital natives do now. It is I will bet, stashed in a notebook somewhere in the Pepoy domain.

In his cherished poem he talks about in iambic pentameter the creation of the Middle Class and the responsibilities bestowed upon it. This has nothing to do with what side of the aisle politically this class is on, but just how much this group strives to move up and how much of America is paid for by them.

What reasons drove me to ask Dad about it? Like most things in my life that inspire me to write, I was having a conversation this week with a few friends and they asked me what I thought about the government shutdown. Snickering, I said “Ya know, my income keeps the government going and since they’re not working I’m thinking why should I pay for nothing?” My friends looked at me strangely.

Feeling like a comedian in room full of crickets I continued.

“See all of us pay taxes, more and more over the years. There are more of us in the middle than any other income group. We seldom use services or ask the government for much of anything. We work, we pay and we have gotten bored and fed up with all the arrogance that continues to plague Washington. If I pay taxes to keep all those agencies for my safety going, and throw in all those so-called departments that think they have better answers to agriculture, emergencies, justice and anything else you can think of,  it is clear I am not getting served. With that in mind, if services are not being rendered, as with any other business that doesn’t do a job you hire them for, then why shouldn’t our payments be withheld until it is?”

Suddenly the 100 watt light bulb made a miraculous returned for only a moment as my friends realized what I was saying.

Folks, they have a responsibility to us not the other way around. While the powers-to-be on the Hill want to act like 2 year olds in a room full of toys whom are fixated on just one toy and having a game of tug of war, then we have to take the role of the teacher and simply take the toy away. Our tax dollars are the toy and its time to take it away.

What is really funny to me to is this presents like taxation without representation. They’re taxing but name one member of congress who is representing right now?

I am not decreeing anarchy or to start a revolution. I just want the arrogance of their ignorance to stop and work for the American people. It’s just common sense.

If you know me then you are well aware there is a football reference in here somewhere. I will not disappoint.

My boyz in Cleveland have won three in a row– all while losing their starting quarterback; a hometown boy of Cleveland to suddenly using the previous quarterback, in which the fans booed as he entered the game and still manage to come up with the WIN?!  Well– I guess there may be a lesson to be learned by all.

The success screams true teamwork and the desire to win. The Browns had to go with the flow, win the crowd back and in the end everybody including the fans did their part. The offensive line held off the defense, the quarterback released the ball faster, the running backs blocked and ran for yardage, the receivers caught the ball, the defense stopped the run, broke up the passing game, made the seal the win interception, not to mention the speedy special team kick returner’s run back of punt for a much-needed touchdown. They made a choice to play as one team and with that win, succeeded in showing the nation what real teamwork should look like.

It was only three weeks ago the Browns were being accused of tanking on the season for the number one pick in the 2014 draft. Instead they dug in and became the surprise of the NFL.

So explain to me why those employees we elected can’t dig deep and do the job they were hired to do?

This is not rocket science.  Shoot it’s not even finger painting.  What it is, is a small group of people sent to a small district to collect and spend our dollars in a big way while telling us it is for our own good.

Would you want any of these guys balancing your checkbook and paying your bills? Ummm I’m thinking a big fat no.  If you do– I’ m sorry they are on furlough but they’ll get back to you.

When my dad wrote his poem almost 50 years ago he might have had hope that something would change. It’s politics! A man-made device that over looks the spirit and beliefs of all the American people.

There is an old saying I tell my team everyday:

“None of us are as smart as all of us.”

Whatever your beliefs are–We are smarter together and know that real leaders do more listening than talking. They plan, they guide, they teach and they defend their people. What are they doing in Washington? Does your Representative pass the test?

The challenge is a small group shutdown the government because they can’t work as a team. Yet they can assess blame, use fear, and threats to make us be at odds with each other like them. Which this may sound blasphemous but do they want us to be like them in their image? We are so much smarter than this! As a team we have a choice.

Do nothing, or terminate their employment. It is that simple.

God created all is my belief, I also believe you get what you pay for.  I am fed up and tired of throwing my money out the window when nobody is working and congress is still getting paid. Those guys should have forgone their pay and tee times first!

Here in the middle we cut the luxuries to get back on track and have been doing so, long before my dad wrote a poem. What stinks is when this is all over they will come to us in the middle and tell us to pay for the mess they made.

Again we have a choice.

UPDATE:   My Dad’s poems have been located and I have copies!!!  Look for another post soon!

T’was My Night Before Christmas

T’was the night before Christmas and yet to be packed.
I look at the clock and wished it was cracked.
For the time was flying and all was a skewed.
I needed an angel who knew just what to do!
I looked to the heavens and saw in my sight a small little elf so brilliant and bright.
She made small sounds as she giggled and cooed.
The time that we spent was loving but few.
Her eyes danced like snowflakes..
Her coos just for me, but I feared suddenly all things including mistakes
With all her angelic might she fought off her sleep.
So snuggled and warm for the evening without even a weep.
She nestled her tiny head in the crook of my arm.
As if to say love should not bring me alarm.
By the grace of god this tiny elf
Brought me amazing joy in spite of myself.
For time is a number and sleep can wait.
To hold Savannah in my arms has been Christ’s Christmas fate.
As I felt her exclaim as her eyes closed in my sight,
Merry Christmas to all,
and to all a goodnight!