Monthly Archive for March, 2007

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Too Many Heroes; Too Many Miracles.

Thanks to 24 hour cable news, and bombastic sports writers, we have too many heroes and too many miracles.

What makes a hero? Nobody knows. What makes a miracle? I’ll let the theologians handle that.

But heres my take. A guy who plays baseball and wins some games in the postseason isn’t a hero. A soldier on a mountain in Afganistan who gets killed by friendly fire isn’t a hero. A pastor who aids and comforts the community after a tornado isn’t a hero.

You know that you can’t watch the news on a regular basis without some reporter or commentator breathlessly declaring that a person was a “hero.”

As far as miracles? Scoring the winning basket isn’t a miracle. Dragging a man from a lake and doing CPR isn’t a miracle. Dancing isn’t a miracle.

Most of the time it’s the subject of the interview that declares a “miracle.” It was a miracle we survived. It’s a miracle the church wasn’t damaged. It’s a miracle she came out of the coma.

I’ve never had a microphone shoved in my face after a disaster, and I may call someone a hero or the outcome a miracle. But do everybody a favor, producer or editor, don’t use that quote.

We have too many heroes and too many miracles. It diminishes the meaning of the words.

Update: It’s today’s frickin’ miracle story. At least the blogger put quotes around miracle.

Kazoontite? Yavole? Whatever, Check This Guy’s Beard.

Who knew that Yavole was actually spelled Jawohl? I knew that guesenite, gusenheit, whatever didn’t start with a K… check this dude’s beard.

The Seven New Cars I’d Like to Own

One for each day of the week (in no particular order.) Of course they would all be convertibles if available.

This list doesn’t include classic cars.

  • Bugatti Veyron
  • Aston Martin V8 Roadster
  • Corvette
  • Ferrari
  • Lamborghini
  • Porsche Carrera
  • McLaren

And a tire store to replace the rubber I would be burning off the wheels.

Piece of Junk Wins NASCAR race.


Bristol creates junk. If you’re not a NASCAR fan, Bristol Motor Speedway is a short, narrow track with one racing groove. So there is a lot of bumping and shoving. Fun to watch.

But this year’s winner says his car was junk before he started.

Under the guise of added safety, NASCAR has designed a car that all drivers must use. Called the Car of Tomorrow (did anyone think about the day it would be in use? Is it now the Car of Today?) the changes aren’t all that dramatic to the fan. But a few drivers hate them.

Kyle Busch won the race, but called his car a “milk crate.”

Let’s go back to racing on the sands of Daytona Beach where the drivers raced the family sedan. Crash and you walk home.

Now those were real men!

His Coke Story is My Coke Story

This is really cool. To find another blogger who writes about an experience that I had.

I Remember JFK recalls the days of refilling his dad’s Coke machine. With one minor change, his story is my story.

The change is the kind of Coke machine. The machine my dad had had a lever that moved a big aluminum wheel with holes where you put the cokes on their side.

Boy do I remember the skinned knuckles from scrapping the cork out of the bottle caps to try to win a prize.

I wonder if there was an earlier contest than 1966 because I was away at college then. If it was in the summer it’s possible.

And I Remember JFK didn’t own up to helping himself to a hot coke (both stolen and warm) every now and then. I also would pee in a bottle to be returned once in a while just to be ornery.

The Coke guy always came to pick up the empty bottles when I wasn’t around I guess.