Mitt Romney claimed he had balanced the budget during the 2002 Olympics. I’m surprised Rick Santorum didn’t challenge him given that he has
One of my heroes is gone. Today, cancer claimed the life of Hall of Fame catcher Gary Carter at the age of 57. Carter was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumor last May and despite a valiant fight, it was one he could not win. Fans in New York will remember his two out, two strike hit against Calvin Schiraldi in the bottom of the 10th inning of Game 6 of the 1986 World Series. Carter’s single sparked a rally which eventually led Mookie Wilson hitting a groundball which eluded the glove of Boston Red Sox first baseman Bill Buckner. If Carter doesn’t get that hit, the Red Sox would have broken the Curse of the Bambino eighteen years earlier. Instead, Carter refused to make the last out and the Mets won Games 6 and 7. As for me, I remember him as a Montreal Expo through and through. Drafted by the Expos in the 3rd round of the 1972 draft as an outfielder, the club actually moved him behind the plate so he wouldn’t get injured. Usually it’s the other way around. Carter made his big league debut late in the 1974 season and had a sensational rookie campaign in 1975 finishing runner up in NL Rookie of the Year balloting to San Francisco Giants pitcher John Montefusco. By the end of the decade, Carter had supplanted Johnny Bench as the premier catcher in the NL. During the late 1970s and early 1980s, Carter was part of an Expos team which included the likes of Andre Dawson, Warren Cromartie, Tim Raines, Tim Wallach, Larry Parrish, Steve Rogers, Rodney Scott, Scott Sanderson and Ellis Valentine. In 1980, Carter finished runner up in the NL MVP balloting to Philadelphia Phillies third baseman Mike Schmidt. Not coincidentally, Schmidt homered against the Expos to clinch the NL East during the final weekend of that season. Carter was traded to the Mets prior to the 1985 season for Hubie Brooks, Mike Fitzgerald, Herm Winningham and Floyd Youmans. After spending five seasons in Queens, Carter had stints with the San Francisco Giants and the Los Angeles Dodgers before returning to the Expos in 1992 where he had his number 8 retired at the end of the season. Carter finished his career with a .262 lifetime batting average, 324 homeruns, 1225 RBI, 11 NL All-Star selections, five Silver Sluggers, three Gold Gloves and a World Series ring. He was inducted into the Baseball Hall of Fame in 2003. After his playing career ended, Carter spent
WASHINGTON — I have officially called off my boycott of the National Football League (NFL). I do not care how many felons or frotteurs play the game. Now there is Tim Tebow to redeem it. He can pass and run. He inspires his teammates. He inspires many returning fans like me. I shall follow him through the playoffs and maybe even next year as the season resumes anew. He is an American original — and he is controversial. I am for him. No, I shall not fall for the NFL’s gimmicks. You will not see me wearing a jersey of the Denver Broncos for whom Tebow plays. I shall not even buy a coffee mug. In fact, I think I shall add up how much money I could spend on Tebow paraphernalia and donate it to charity. Tebow inspires his teammates and now he has inspired me. I first noticed Tebow when he won a string of games in the last minutes. It was phenomenal, but then I seemed to have brought him bad luck for he lost the next three games. Then came the Denver Broncos’ surprising upset of the Pittsburgh Steelers last Sunday. The Steelers played a great game behind the two-time Super Bowl winner, Ben Roethlisberger (himself an almost convicted felon who has now confessed his errors and mended his ways), but Tebow outplayed him. Roethlisberger did lead his team to an overtime Sunday. That worried me for I had already sat through hours of play and one of my complaints with the NFL is that the games are the closest thing we can experience on earth to eternity. Yet the Broncos won the flip of the coin. They elected to receive. And on the first play from scrimmage Tebow threw a pass to Demaryius Thomas (note the noble Roman name) and Demaryius outran the desperate Steeler secondary for eighty yards and a touchdown. Good show, fellows! The whole play took 11 seconds, the briefest overtime in NFL history. Then came the grounds for controversy. Tebow after congratulating his Roman receiver knelt on one knee and thanked God. His recollections convey the essential Tebow. “When I saw him scoring,” recalled the victorious quarterback, “first of all, I just thought, ‘Thank you, Lord.’ Then, I was running pretty fast, chasing him—like I can catch up to D.T! Then I just jumped into the stands. First time I’ve done that. That was fun. Then, got on a knee and thanked the Lord again and tried to celebrate with my teammates and the fans.” Tebow is very pious, very humble (“like I can catch up to D.T.”), and a lot of fun (“that was fun”). How can anyone dislike him? He runs charities in the offseason. He invites sick children to games. He does all manner of good deeds. He is the son of missionaries and he takes his religion seriously. This appears to be a problem for some players in the NFL and other concerned Americanos. Some have uttered insults at him over his religion and in fact over his general good-guy deportment. Why should this be? One can strut and perform the most lurid dances on the field. One can demonstrate on behalf of various controversial causes. Nary an eye is batted. Yet, a show of piety to one’s creator is deemed an offense. By the way, Tebow was not the only person on the field expressing a prayer. I saw a fellow from the Steelers make the Sign of the Cross repeatedly, and after an exceptionally good pass I dare say Roethlisberger raised his hands to the heavens. So what is so outrageous about a pause for a prayer of thanksgiving? I predict that Tebow is in for some serious controversy in the weeks and years ahead. Some say he does not deserve his fame. That he is an unorthodox passer and a terrible ball handler. I do not know what they think they know. He is as strong as a bull and his running and passing wins games. Yet his real problem is the religious angle. Many Americans do not like it. They prefer their own gestures of false piety. They need our prayers.
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I loved J.P.’s piece on Stephen Glass today. Stephen regularly played in a card game I also frequented, with a number of youngish conservative rising stars. He was indeed very, very likable. He also was the best bluffer I’ve ever known. As I remember it, he regularly won the games. Yet even then, despite so often being bluffed by him in cards, I entirely believed even his most far-fetched stories, like the ones about the drug-and-nasty-sex-addled young Republicans at CPAC, because he was just so darn good at making you believe him, in person or in print. The degree of dishonesty in his stories, and the number of people and good organizations that he hurt, was stupendous. Let him write fiction all he wants, but please, keep him away from the law. J.P. Freire really captures it all in this sentence: “But what’s even more damning is that Glass has found yet another area where he can cling to the status of victim, skate along the hard-earned reputations of others, and force a showdown, not about justice, but about himself.”
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This day after Christmas was spent trying to “powerdown” from a very keyed-up couple of days. It boggles my mind that some folks step into the day after Christmas with the energy to keep up with headlines , or to go shopping or plunge right back into blogging , or head to the movies (that’s where my husband and son are, right now) but for me — and perhaps it’s because I’m an introvert — the day after Christmas requires the downtime, and the embrasure of a little silence. Over at the Patheos landing page, I invite you to join me in unwrapping a gift of silence : In such a silence, if you have turned off the television and tempted your child away from his games with a good book, you can hear other things: the chatter and call of cardinals who have found the birdseed; the crack of a log in the fire; hot coffee being poured into a cup; the ticking of your last non-digital clock; the rhythmic breathing of tired child (or parent) who has dozed while reading; the soft thud of a book sliding to the floor. You can hear life, forced into a slow-down; life less deliberate; life lived as it was for centuries, before the busy inventiveness of the last five decades: life acquiescent to uncontrollable nature, and hunkered-down. We have allowed silence to become a gift forgotten, one we only consent to unwrap when all of our alternative bows and strings have been unraveled, and our diversions have been utterly played out. Our inability to be silent puts our minds and our souls at a disadvantage, because it robs us of the ability to wonder, and if we are not wondering at the impossible perfection of the world in its creation—if we are not wondering at spinning atoms and Incarnations—then we are lost to humility, and to experiencing gratitude. And, without gratitude, we cannot develop a reasoned capacity for joy. It was originally written for First Things , but you can read it all here . Excuse me, now, while I head back to my couch and my silence and my new Kindle Touch , which is loaded with the Confessions of Saint Augustine and the delightful freebie Right Ho, Jeeves! . You all were exactly right . I totally love this brilliant little e-reader, and don’t know why I resisted for so long! Read more from the original source: Have Yourself a Silent Little PostChristmas
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