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Posted by: dp57 on May 8, 2011 at 12:35:47 PM

Today is Mother’s Day.  A day we in America honor those women who have raised us, and made us who we are.  For better or for worse, moms have been there as the driving force in our lives.  They have given up many of their comforts and most of their time to raise their families full of love and happiness.  They have caused us to love or hate by their attitudes, their values, and their joy in living.  While the 1950’s mom encouraged her sons to play football and her daughters to take ballet, today’s moms have crossed the boundaries and have as eclectic tastes as there are flavors of ice cream.  And these interests have created a population unique and self-assured.

Many of us owe our love of sports, to not only our dads, who took us to games,

Posted by: dp57 on Mar 4, 2011 at 11:11:28 PM

The news wasn’t so good for Francisco Cervelli today.  It was actually pretty depressing.  Broken bone in his foot.  He has to wear that Ugly, Ugly, Ugly, Ugly, Ugly boot.  Did I mention how Ugly that boot is? It's sandals with socks ugly.  And he is on crutches.  Good thing he worked out all offseason.  Those crutches require massive arm strength.  The one time I needed crutches, I was reduced to slithering across the floor like a slug.  Thank God I wasn’t required to wear that ugly boot though!

Cervelli will spend the rest of spring training in that boot, avoiding baseball activities, drinking lots of milk, downing tums like candy, and trying to heal that bone.  Not the way he planned on spending ST after working all winter

Posted by: dp57 on Feb 13, 2011 at 09:32:52 PM

My cousin went to High School every day.  I know you are saying, so did I.  But you are wrong.  She went every day.  Every single school day.  180 days, for 4 years straight.  720 straight days of school!  I taught high school.  In my 18 years there, not one student EVER had perfect attendance for even 1 year, never mind 4!  God, didn't she ever need a mental health day?  We teachers need them all the time.  We justify that if we didn't take them, conveniently on Yankee Opening Day, we might go ballistic and honestly tell the students what we actually thought of their work.  And what would that lead to? Depression and anxiety in the hallways. Xanax being popped like M&Ms. People crying in the bathrooms.  Oh, wait,