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On April 26, 1992 a baby boy was born to parents that did not want him. The parents chose to not abort, instead of terminating his life in the womb, they gave him up for adoption. Adopted he was loved and had wonderful parents that cared and nurtured him through his upbringing. Because two wonderful human beings cared for this young man, he grew up to be a role model for other Kids, in a generation where Heroes are needed to be looked up to, in a dark world that we are living in today. This young man did not succumb to drugs, crime, or hate. He stood out like a beacon of light and hope for those less fortunate in those evil environments. He was an overcomer to say the least. The one in a million Lottery ticket winner, if you will. Sadly he could have been an aborted statistic but God had other plans for this young man. At 30 years old he was 6ft 7 inches tall, 282 lbs. He beat the world record for homeruns in a single season without using drugs, or steroids, he accomplished this with hard work and training, and dedication. He is on par to win one of Baseball's greatest Honors, the Triple Crown. He could be the greatest player to play baseball of all time, but more importantly the life he has led, overshadows his abilities as a baseball player. He is what Heroes are made of. It all started with a Couple's love to adopt. Yes, my friends, the Hero I am referring to is America's greatest baseball player Aaron Judge. The story doesn't end there. For there are Five Heroes here. They are the original parents that chose to spare his life and give him up for adoption. They are Patty and Wayne Judge who opened their homes and hearts to raise a lovely son for the world to appreciate and love. Aaron leads by example. In all of the darkness in this world, God gave us a Light to see and appreciate through Aaron Judge...
Michael Tor
Inspired by Don Baron's article.
Dedicated to all baseball fans,
Yankee fans, and my brother
Gus for his love of Baseball.
The Great Race June 6,2015
Dress is unimportant.
At least today.
I can arrive at the local bar and grill
in old gardening jeans and t-shirt.
We'll order a mid-afternoon sandwich.
But the main reason is not to eat
(though their sandwiches are fine),
it's to watch the Belmont Stakes.
We can't call ourselves horse racing fans –
we know almost nothing about horses or racing
and have never bet a dime.
But the excitement around a possible
Triple Crown winner is irresistible.
We're keeping our fingers crossed
that American Pharaoh,
winner of the Preakness and Kentucky Derby,
triumphs.
Why are we not watching the race at home?
No cable TV. We miss a lot of major sporting events
that we once effortlessly watched –
tennis, golf, basketball, baseball, football.
Tournaments which determine the best of the best
used to be available on the internet.
No longer. It's pay to watch now,
and we're too cheap to pay.
So it's off for a beer, snack, and the great horse race ...
And an historic race it was.
Not since 1978 has there been a Triple Crown champion –
a long dry period between winners.
American Pharaoh won handily, running with grace and endurance.
The horse seemed pleased.
The jockey was thrilled.
The trainer was delighted.
And the owners excited.
It's a strange sport though.
The horse did all the work,
while the jockey, trainer and owners
got all the credit.
Those in the know praise the brilliant trainer.
Evidently he is, along with the horse, the best of the best.
Celebrations surely meant champagne all around
and an extra bag of oats for American Pharaoh.
If I were an animal it would be a horse, Man 'O War to be exact.
I could then answer the question that the whole world wants to know,
"Who was the fastest, Man O War or Secretariat"?
Being a human only gives me the ability to research and know
that the movie Sea Biscuit. while entertaining, was not authentic.
Movie makers claim Sea Biscuit was small when he took on
War Admiral in the match race of the century (and won)!
The truth is they were both the same size!
The aggravating part is the movie depicted Sea Biscuit
as being inferior to War Admiral and stated the Biscuit did not have good
bloodlines. That's a bummer, considering Sea Biscuit was Man O Wars grandson
and War Admiral was his son!
I suppose you could say, "Well it's just a movie"! When actually these two horses
are our history. Both gave our country hope in a time when America was in the
Great Depression. Just as Secretariat,( who was on the cover of every leading
sports magazine) and the only honest thing in the country, who gave us "hope",
during the scandals of Watergate and the Vietnam War.
When Secretariat won the Belmont by 31 lengths giving him the 1973 Triple Crown,
it was almost supernatural as if the Lord whispered in his ear , "GO" and he went.
Secretariat will be remembered as one of our nations greatest horses because like
Man O War and Sea Biscuit they gave us "hope" and isn't that what life's all
about?
****
Contest: If I were an animal what would I be
Submitted by: Judy Konos
OL'E TY COBB OF YESTER YEAR,
WAS A GENIUS IN SPIKES, OR SO I HEAR.
HE RAN THE BASES WITH A BURST OF SPEED.
LIKE ADRENALINE JUNKY IN TIME OF NEED.
STOLE SECOND BASE WITH HIS FOOT HELD HIGH.
A SERIOUS THREAT TO SPIKE ONES EYE.
LIT UP THE CHARTS, WITH ALL HIS STATS.
TRIPLE CROWN WINNER AND THATS A FACT.
NINETEEN-ELEVEN (1911), COBB SET THE PACE.
WITH A FOUR-TWENTY(.420) AVERAGE, HE STOLE EIGHTY-THREE (83) BASE.
LED THE LEAGUE IN TRIPLES FOUR (4)TIMES.
HOMERUN KING NINETEEN-O-NINE (1909).
CHECK HIS STATS, HE LED THEM ALL.
THAT TY COBB COULD PLAY BASEBALL.
THIRTEEN THOUSAND-0- SEVEN-EIGHT(13,078).
NUMBER OF APPEARANCES MADE AT THE PLATE.
DON'T FORGET THE BASE ON BALL.
TWELVE-FORTY-NINE (1,249)AND THAT'S NOT ALL.
FOURTY-ONE HUNDRED EIGHTY-SIX (4,186)HITS.
THE RESULTS OF THE WAY HE SWUNG THAT STICK.
BATTING CHAMP ELEVEN (11) DIFFERENT TIMES.
WON NINETEEN TWELEVE (1912)WITH A FOUR-O-NINE (409).
LED EIGHT TIMES, IN TOTAL WITH HITS.
LED STOLEN BASES WITH A TOTAL OF SIX.
EIGHT-NINETY-TWO (892)TOTAL STOLEN BASES.
IMAGINE THE LOOK ON THOSE CATCHERS FACES.
TWENTY-TWO-HUNDRED FORTY-SIX RUNS.
AFTER TWENTY-FOUR SEASONS, HIS CAREER WAS DONE.
HE ONLY STRUCK OUT SIX-EIGHTY(680) TIMES.
OVER TWENTY-FOUR SEASONS, THAT BLOWS MY MIND.
HALL OF FAMER, THATS A FACT.
WITH HIS NINETEEN-THIRTY-SIX HALL OF FAME PLAQUE.
GEORGIA PEACH IS DEAD AND DONE.
JULY SEVENTEEN SIXTY-ONE. A
A HUNDRED YEARS HAVE COME AND GONE,
THAT TY COBB LEGEND, STILL LIVES ON.
Snowman - Eighty Dollar Legend
Through gales of howling snows
Three horses in the knackers van,
Auction over;
Two with eyes cast down to meet their fate in frozen tears
But one, head raised up high - living fire still in the eyes of eight years past,
Engages delayed latecomer to the sale to manifest a spirit jumping out -
Standing up on wounded knees and harness scars upon smooth cheeks.
Not ready!
Not ready for the final bridle path!
A message screaming in the blizzard's screams!
Hands born with equine wisdom in their fingers
Reach to touch the muscled frame,
This plough horse clothed in a humble coat of frozen white,
How much!
How much for this horse?
Eighty dollars whistles through the teeth of the wind.
Just enough! Enough!
Two strangers peek out around the future's corner
To grab tomorrow's hand held out.
New name – a memory for the day of resurrection;
New home - a paradise for a life reborn through children’s hands –
New meadows – second chances
New arenas - soaring over hurdles to thoroughbred's applause.
A plough horse who defied all odds
Now a legend - celebrated jumping horse who wears a trip crown
Snowman - eighty dollar champion who loved the heights -
To fly!
Dedicated to Henry de Leyer and Snowman the horse he rescued on a snowy winter day who became American Horses Association Horse of the Year, Professional Horseman’s Association Champion, Champion of Madison Square Garden’s Diamond Jubilee – the Triple Crown of Show Jumping.
As the first rays of the sun pierce through the clouds,
daylight accends upon the land laid in shrouds.
Warmth now greets all the corners of the small town,
earlier the mists had their task to wash down.
Fresh scent of roses from balconies emerge,
in the town square the villagers begin to merge.
Men now frantically on their way to work
as hawkers with their fine wares begin to lurk
Pretty women,with their shopping bags in tow,
small children following behind in a row.
Vicker makes his way across the cobbled street,
along the way meets mayor and town's elite.
Police patrol areas that are their routes,
on the outskirts, a bunch of hiking boy scouts.
A typical nice day in little Ole Town,
evening calls, stop at the pub, the Triple Crown.
(Persian Mathnawi):
Mathnawi or Masnavi is normally poetry written in rhyming couplets. It is believed it emerged from an Iranian form around the 4th - 10th century, and the name is Persian and is not Arabic as some claim. The subject is usually heroic, romantic, or religious. Some Persian Mathnawi are especially significant in Sufism, Rumi's Mathnawi-i-Ma'nawi is an outstanding example.
Most Persian Mathnawi are normally eleven (11) syllables, occasionally ten (10). There is no limit to the number of couplets.
It has a rhyme scheme a. a.. b. b.. c. c. etc
21st June, 2012 (c)
We follow the river
Along the Taff Trail ****
Where will it lead me
Somewhere beautiful without fail
We pass Llandaff Cathedral
With Epstein,s statue's within
Cant say that I like it
But thats not a sin
We keep walking for miles
My dog Tilly and me
Soon will be at a castle
Used in films u see
The name of the castle
Is Castell Coch
Whose translation reads
Red Castle of course
It called locally as
The magic castle
Looks so mysterious
As though ready for battle
The rooms arent big at all
Carved small animals adorn the wall
Been sanctioned for weddings
Though numbers must be small
Time to turn back
Homeward bound
Along the manmade track
To the mighty rugby ground
Where voices echo
Hymns are sung
The 6 nations contest*
Has begun.
Come on Wales The reigning grand slam **and triple crown ***champions
*wales, ireland, scotland, england, italy and france, battle it out annually against each other in Rugby Union.
**Grand slam is where you beat all the other teams
***Triple crown is where you have to beat the other 3 uk teams.
**** the river running through Cardiff is the River Taff, that is why we in Wales are called Taffy's
Taff Trail is 50 miles of track between Cardiff and Brecon through countryside and over mountains.
PLEASE GOOGLE. Castell Coch hopefully you will be impressed.
Book Of Job
Chapter 39
Verse 19-21,24
19. Do you give the horse its strength or clothe its neck with a flowing mane?
20. Do you make it leap like a locust, striking terror with its proud snorting?
21. It paws fiercely, rejoicing in its strength, and charges into the fray.
24. In frenzied excitement it eats up the ground; it cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.
Kentucky Derby (New Track Record)
Preakness Stakes (New Track Record)
Belmont Stakes (New World Record)
In the autumn of '69 the flip of a coin marked by time. A racing legend was born March 30, 1970 at The Meadow in Doswell, VA. With three white soaks Big Red was destined to run in the year of '73. With the war in Vietnam at an end, America the strong found hope again in the Super Horse that won the Triple Crown in the year of '73. Secretariat was retired after the stallions last race on October 28, 1973. The thunder days were at an end, the Big Red horse would never race again. A magical ride with pure heart a glide as Secretariat pranced in the Meadows at Claiborne Farms Paris, Kentucky. Sixteen years would pass, the Big Red horse in glory past, was laid to rest on October 4, 1989. The wonder year of Secretariat winning the Triple Crown will always be frozen in time in the year of '73.
One thing a pink fox needs is a silver fox fur.
She is so mystifying; this will make her purr.
Lady with pure instinct; can never be tracked down.
She can mesmerize her mate, with her triple crown.
Her passion foxtail, deadly only unrequited,
Her deliberate path, rages when ignited,
She can never be caged, unless she rules the roost.
Endangered maybe to see, never to be reduced,
Cute and cunning like a real fox she lives life full.
Maybe different sign, though like Taurus the bull.
Silver fox fur provides look of wisdom that exists.
Cagey and wily, her mind and soul has many twists.
Silver fox fur brings out more of animal indeed.
Her appetite may ravage, although she shall not feed.
She maybe carnivorous, her hunger no desire,
Thirsting for her sustenance only will transpire.
Loving and caring of nature’s young wilderness child.
Captivated by their tenderness, fully compiled,
This pink fox so delicate, with a soul full of fun,
Her feminine wiles renowned cannot be undone.
Never under guess this pink or silver fox words.
She can slam you down; wipe you out like herds.
Written for
Sponsor (Destroyer ((Poet
Contest Name P.D's INNER ANNIMAL
Being a Philadelphia sports fan
is like being a Hawaiian who likes icicles... what's the point
I barely remember the two years the Flyers won in the seventies
Now the Sixers in 83 that was amazing, but since then...nothing
When I was fifteen I seen the Phillies win it all back in 1980
The next time they won it all I had a son who was fifteen, 28 long years
Oh, and the Eagles, they never won at all, but they're the "gold standard of the league"
In desperation I once rooted for a horse named Smarty Jones to win the Triple Crown
He was from Philly
You guessed it, He lost at the wire as my son and I watched in the rain
on the Parkway right near the Rocky statue
In fact, Rocky is this towns biggest sports hero, shame he's imaginary.
But as of late I have been cheering my mighty Sixer's
Just honoring the guy who made famous the 'who needs practice' quote
They have now lost 21 in a row, a team record
Now our sights are set on the league record at 26 loses in a row
I may take off from work that day
Maybe take a lunch and go downtown and eat with Rocky
Hopefully it isn't raining