I am a card carrying, lifetime spending, 100% committed Orangemaniac, Broncoholic, or in simple language a Denver Broncos fan. I have survived the Steve Tensi years, the Lou Saban debacle, and the whole Orange Crush sensation. Actually, the Orange Crush was awesome, but the defense scored as many points as the offense, so winning was scarce. Do you know why God made sunsets orange?BECAUSE HE IS A BRONCO FAN! This is common knowledge for anyone who has known me for a week or more, so this latest news blurb pertaining to drug tests and Von Miller is so sad.
First of all, thank you Von and the NFL for besting A-Rod for the top story, even during baseball season and pennant races. Now that I have the sarcasm out of my system, I want to share my disappointment in humanity, and those who stand in the public spotlight. When any human errs, the denial that follows the error is not standard procedure. It has become, however, status quo to deny, deny, deny until the prosecution pushes you so hard you end up the sympathetic figure, even though you are guilty!
I love my Broncos, but I refuse to be an apologist for stupidity --- I am on record with my discontent of D.J. Williams DUI saga. The Tebow era and Elway's disdain for Josh McDaniel's draft was embarrassing. All this is evidence that I am not a shameless homer, but a great and passionate fan. Weeks ago Miller decried the suspension and in his press conference to announce his appeal he claimed to have "done nothing wrong." Fast Forward to the day the suspension was announced and in his press conference Miller said, "Although my suspension doesn't result from a positive test, there is no excuse for my violations of the rules," Miller said in a statement. "I made mistakes, and my suspension has hurt my team, Broncos fans and myself. I am especially sorry for the effect of my bad decisions on others."
I truly worry about the intellect of some athletes. These guys are schooled and lectured and given all kinds of perks due to their financial status, and the money involved with the sports teams they represent. It isn't a pop-quiz, where no one knows how to take the urine sample test. Why not stand up with character and say, I spilled my sample and then covered that by diluting it - not "I have done nothing wrong." The fact that truth and character from the likes of Lance Armstrong, Alex Rodriguez, Ryan Braun, is reduced to plausible deniability - it is sad.
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Friday, August 2, 2013
Striving
Lucid and logical points to make ... Emotions married to intelligence that causes all who read, whether they agree or not to go "Hmmm" - ... The infusion of humor - a funny bone tickled - these are the main reasons I want to write. The facts are that my points are not always lucid, and my logic is technically flawed. My writing is overflowing with emotional goop and rarely has a thread of intelligence. Finally, I am the usually the only one laughing or smiling at my words, sentences, or paragraphs. But undaunted, I continue to write. To improve, grow, and find new parts of myself ...
Have you ever been watching a program and wished you could be the character on the screen? Forgoing the super powers of the Avengers, or the dogged intelligence and purpose of the BAU, I wish I could make people laugh. I have read Carol Burnett's memoir, Dick Van Dyke's autobiography, and Steve Martin's autobiography as well in just the last four months. I was entertained by these writers, and their stories and names from the past were interesting and for the most part fun.
I love Mark Twain - he makes me laugh. Think as well, but with the thought comes the laugh. Carl Reiner, genius actor/writer/director, is an idol of mine, talent beyond belief, in a different genre. While I am praising humorists, Art Buchwald actually had me politically aware as a young collegiate. Dave Barry is brilliant, and there has never been a funnier writer than Erma Bombeck. I grew up watching Jonathan Winters, Red Skelton, and Tim Conway perform brilliant works of comedy. Genre rich, I want to make people laugh.
Another dream of mine is to lead young people to better decisions, helping them to grow spiritually, emotionally, and intellectually. I want to coach teens so they can succeed and make this world a better place. I have read three Greg Laurie books, Tim Tebow's autobiography, Coach John Wooden's book "They Call Me Coach", Tony Dungy's book on leadership, two books by Francis Chan and a coaching/ministry autobiography by Joe Ehrmann, a former NFL lineman turned youth coach and mentor. This basically means that in the past year I have read more books by choice than I ever read in my whole life.
All my new life of reading does not include the parade of literature I was forced to read in college. 'Classic' works of Shakespeare, Chaucer, Hemingway, Dante, Homer, Thoreau, Faulkner, Dickens, Hawthorne, Poe, and Salinger were assigned. O.Henry, and Twain were the few bright spots of required reading I had while in college this last go-round. I learned that men and women worked hard putting stories together. It didn't just happen. My thesis for my grad project is about comedy in the classroom - teachers using it to their advantage.
I am searching. For my niche, for acceptance, for self-fulfillment. This search beats me down, gives me hope, and continues to be a never-ending saga of life. In my youth I clowned and yucked it up to keep my inferior size in the background. I struggled with being taken seriously and being the class clown. Now in my old age, I struggle with the same issues - just not in the "please laugh at me and let me be part of your group even though I'm unworthy" way, now it's more like "this came to my brain and I'm too lazy to filter right now!"
So, I read like never before, I think more than ever about my family and all the children I am responsible for, pray far more fervently than ever before. I feel like a more complete, more versatile, deeper and more mature human. Yet this maturity, this introspection has caused a chink in my armor. I used to believe I was bulletproof, specially abled - ordained by God and misunderstood by mankind. Years and experiences have shown me otherwise. How funny (both weird and haha) that I am praying so hard for a job at Jack-in-the-Box.
Have you ever been watching a program and wished you could be the character on the screen? Forgoing the super powers of the Avengers, or the dogged intelligence and purpose of the BAU, I wish I could make people laugh. I have read Carol Burnett's memoir, Dick Van Dyke's autobiography, and Steve Martin's autobiography as well in just the last four months. I was entertained by these writers, and their stories and names from the past were interesting and for the most part fun.
I love Mark Twain - he makes me laugh. Think as well, but with the thought comes the laugh. Carl Reiner, genius actor/writer/director, is an idol of mine, talent beyond belief, in a different genre. While I am praising humorists, Art Buchwald actually had me politically aware as a young collegiate. Dave Barry is brilliant, and there has never been a funnier writer than Erma Bombeck. I grew up watching Jonathan Winters, Red Skelton, and Tim Conway perform brilliant works of comedy. Genre rich, I want to make people laugh.
Another dream of mine is to lead young people to better decisions, helping them to grow spiritually, emotionally, and intellectually. I want to coach teens so they can succeed and make this world a better place. I have read three Greg Laurie books, Tim Tebow's autobiography, Coach John Wooden's book "They Call Me Coach", Tony Dungy's book on leadership, two books by Francis Chan and a coaching/ministry autobiography by Joe Ehrmann, a former NFL lineman turned youth coach and mentor. This basically means that in the past year I have read more books by choice than I ever read in my whole life.
All my new life of reading does not include the parade of literature I was forced to read in college. 'Classic' works of Shakespeare, Chaucer, Hemingway, Dante, Homer, Thoreau, Faulkner, Dickens, Hawthorne, Poe, and Salinger were assigned. O.Henry, and Twain were the few bright spots of required reading I had while in college this last go-round. I learned that men and women worked hard putting stories together. It didn't just happen. My thesis for my grad project is about comedy in the classroom - teachers using it to their advantage.
I am searching. For my niche, for acceptance, for self-fulfillment. This search beats me down, gives me hope, and continues to be a never-ending saga of life. In my youth I clowned and yucked it up to keep my inferior size in the background. I struggled with being taken seriously and being the class clown. Now in my old age, I struggle with the same issues - just not in the "please laugh at me and let me be part of your group even though I'm unworthy" way, now it's more like "this came to my brain and I'm too lazy to filter right now!"
So, I read like never before, I think more than ever about my family and all the children I am responsible for, pray far more fervently than ever before. I feel like a more complete, more versatile, deeper and more mature human. Yet this maturity, this introspection has caused a chink in my armor. I used to believe I was bulletproof, specially abled - ordained by God and misunderstood by mankind. Years and experiences have shown me otherwise. How funny (both weird and haha) that I am praying so hard for a job at Jack-in-the-Box.
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