Wednesdays
Hey peeps, and anyone else checking in...a special hey goes "you know who" (I wonder "you know who" ever takes a peek).
So I wasn't going to post tonight...I'm still in the midst of writing my opinion on what happened a couple of weeks ago with the fallout from John Molori's interview with Hazel (I can't believe she's selling her place in T.O - someone, anyone, or Hazel, please tell me it isn't a permanent move) - but I felt a quick post was in order, given some of the stuff I heard today.
First of, let me say this - Fox Sports Radio rocks. We get the afternoon drive from Fox and I am telling you it is great. Former NFLers Bryan Cox and James Washington (of the Dallas Cowboys) are absolutely great; especially Cox - the guy is hysterical, and he pulls no punches. James Washington is a pro at dealing with the issue of race in sports - his views are honest, real, well-thought out and to the point - without getting up on a soap box. But I guess that what you get from NATIONAL sports personalities - personality, charisma, a sense of humour...sound familiar? Anyone? Hello Hazel??????? Read Molori's article - she was national up here.
Wednesday's Poster Boys
Joe Morgan, always a favourite whipping boy of Red Sox Nation for his supposed "pro-Yankee/anti-Sox" views, made news by worrying about the makeup of the National League Champion Houston Astros. Forget the fact that these guys are a great story, overcoming a disasterous start to the season...forget how they did it - knocking of the Braves and Astros... No, Joe wants to talk about the fact that there are no players of African descent on the team. Way to go Joe.
Morgan should get together to talk to Fisher Deberry, head coach of the Air Force football team. Fisher wants to recruit more African American players because they are faster. If you heard Fox this afternoon - Cox and Washington address it. Read the article...there is nothing more I can say.
Ok, back to my blogging...for the record - before any of the peeps send me an email - Chelsea losing today to Charlton doesn't count for a Wednesday. Mourinho and the Portuguese National Team North are in the midst of an undefeated campaign in the Premiership, the have Champions League and a lot of his players are internationals - the Carling Cup means nothing to them this year. Note to Hazel: it's pronounced - Moe'reee - nyou. And lets not get into the "jo-zay" stuff.
Ok gang...I'm out for the night. Have a great one...whenever you check this out. I don't always say it, but thanks for stopping by - because of you this page is getting more attention than I ever thought it would...ok...maybe it's because Hazel's name is in the title - hahahahaha. But thanks for coming back.
Hazel (again if you are checking this out) hope things are groovy in your world...keep the faith.
Song of the Day on Hazelspeeps - because its weird wednesday; and who is more weird and wacked that Jacko
Black or White - Wacko Jacko
"If you're talking about my baby
It don't matter if your black or white."
Or
Ebony and Ivory - Paul McCartney and Stevie Wonder
Peesth out.
posted by Pogue @ 9:40 PM
1 Comments:
We work like a horse.
We eat like a pig.
We like to play chicken.
You can get someone's goat.
We can be as slippery as a snake.
We get dog tired.
We can be as quiet as a mouse.
We can be as quick as a cat.
Some of us are as strong as an ox.
People try to buffalo others.
Some are as ugly as a toad.
We can be as gentle as a lamb.
Sometimes we are as happy as a lark.
Some of us drink like a fish.
We can be as proud as a peacock.
A few of us are as hairy as a gorilla.
You can get a frog in your throat.
We can be a lone wolf.
But I'm having a whale of a time!
You have a riveting web log
and undoubtedly must have
atypical & quiescent potential
for your intended readership.
May I suggest that you do
everything in your power to
honor your encyclopedic/omniscient
Designer/Architect as well
as your revering audience.
As soon as we acknowledge
this Supreme Designer/Architect,
Who has erected the beauteous
fabric of the universe, our minds
must necessarily be ravished with
wonder at this infinate goodness,
wisdom and power.
Please remember to never
restrict anyone's opportunities
for ascertaining uninterrupted
existence for their quintessence.
There is a time for everything,
a season for every activity
under heaven. A time to be
born and a time to die. A
time to plant and a time to
harvest. A time to kill and
a time to heal. A time to
tear down and a time to
rebuild. A time to cry and
a time to laugh. A time to
grieve and a time to dance.
A time to scatter stones
and a time to gather stones.
A time to embrace and a
time to turn away. A time to
search and a time to lose.
A time to keep and a time to
throw away. A time to tear
and a time to mend. A time
to be quiet and a time to
speak up. A time to love
and a time to hate. A time
for war and a time for peace.
Best wishes for continued ascendancy,
Dr. Howdy
P.S. One thing of which I am sure is
that the common culture of my youth
is gone for good. It was hollowed out
by the rise of ethnic "identity politics,"
then splintered beyond hope of repair
by the emergence of the web-based
technologies that so maximized and
facilitated cultural choice as to make
the broad-based offerings of the old
mass media look bland and unchallenging
by comparison."
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