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Champions And Gadgets

    Hey, everyone. First of all, let me say that I have made a few changes to the blog. Let's list them.
    1. There is a gadget on the right which you can click if you want to receive new posts by e-mail.
    2. To your right you will see a video bar. This has clips from you-tube. As key words I selected gaming, appvee.com and the 1960's. Appvee, by the way, has very good reviews of IOS games. That is, games for the I-Pad, I-Pod and the I-Phone.
    3. Beneath each post is a bar that allows you to share what you read with people on Facebook, Twitter and other places.
    Now that all that stuff is out of the way, lets talk NFL Football a bit. Firstly, one of my old-time Baltimore Colts has passed away. Yes, I'm talking about the great Tight End, John Mackey. It was a joy to watch big John play. He would run over defensive backs and I've seen him drag one or two of them for 5 yards. I was sorry to hear that he had lost much of his sharp mind due to football related injuries. Hall of Fame player and guy, I'm sure.
    There seems to be considerable optimism concerning the NFL labor negotiations. If a deal is imminent, maybe we won't lose part of the season. I wonder how the Falcons will fare this season after devoting their top pick to a receiver when their defense was humiliated during the playoffs by that guy with the green and gold shirt. I take a very small consolation in the fact that we were eliminated by the eventual Super Bowl Champs.
     To go to a Super Bowl is one of my 'Bucket List ' items. If the Falcons or Colts get to the big game this year, I might have to go. Of course I've been a Falcons fan since 1966 so I am not holding my breath. I can't complain, however, because the Falcons went to a Super Bowl already. I should have gone when they played Denver but they lost anyway.
    Does it ever strike you that we as a society are pretty messed up concerning how we perceive failure? Let's take the NFL for instance. We have 32 teams and any of them who fail to win it all is perceived as being a failure for any particular season. Wow, is that cruel? I remember when the tremendous golfer, Greg Norman, had a bit of a meltdown and lost the Master's golf tournament in Augusta. Greg had to tell the media, "Hey, I'm not a failure. I own a $100,000,000 company." I would have added that he had won several majors and numerous other tournaments. More importantly, I would say that Greg is a class guy. Isn't being a good person, father and husband more important than anything you can do in a sports setting? I think so. Not to mention that he married Chrissie Evert. You have to give a guy mucho credit for that. I read a book about "The Shark". Let me see if I can find it here in the library.
    Well, I seem to have misplaced it. Let me use another good example. Dan Marino, the quarterback for the Miami Dolphins. He never won a Super Bowl. So what? Does that define him? I beg to differ. He is a class guy and extraordinarily successful. How about Jim Kelly? The quarterback for Buffalo who lost 4 Super Bowls. Holy cow! How many guys on planet earth would love to even attend a Super Bowl? Yours truly included.
    Speaking of champions and class guys. I watched a special on HBO the other night about tennis great, Bjorn Borg. It's called Fire And Ice and I was surprised to hear them say that Bjorn got so weary of the tennis scene that he sold his Wimbledon trophies at auction. He later bought them back, for considerably more money. It was also mentioned that many people had been impressed by his calm demeanor. What I didn't know was that he had been barred from playing at an early age because of losing his temper. At the time, he loved tennis so much that he learned the lesson very well. He was the 'ice man' after that. Then he retires at the ripe old age of 25. I can only imagine how tedious it might get to devote your life to a discipline. Finally you might just want to do anything but that. So it must have been to the stoic Swede.
    I have rambled just a bit. Now it is time for me to say goodnight, from the author's green retreat. I'm CE Wills.

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