Major Injustice

This is Dante Stallworth, wide receiver for the Cleveland Browns. He just finished a 1 year suspension and was reinstated by the commissioner of the league. The first thing the Browns did was release him of his contract, which was 7 years, $35 million. He played one year, then got suspended. Upon his reinstatement, the Browns got rid of him. Injustice? No.

Last year, Stallworth was drunk when he was driving home from somewhere. The legal limit in Florida, where he was cited, is .08. His level was tested at .126. How did they spot him? He was involved in a crash. Not just him, another person was involved. This person was on his way home from somewhere as well. From work. To see his family. 59 year old Mario Reyes, a construction worker, was struck and killed as he crossed the street to catch the bus that takes him home. Yes, he was in a crosswalk. Injustice? Maybe.

The real injustice here is the sentence Stallworth received and the payment that bought himself out of his problem. He was charged with DUI Manslaughter. Sounds bad, right? It can be. In 2008, an 18 year old boy (man) received 24 years for DUI Manslaughter. This case was also in Florida. The boy had no prior record and no history of DUI. What did Stallworth get? Well, before he pleaded guilty, he struck a financial deal with the family. What amount of money replaced the life of Reyes? Must of been a ton. Once Stallworth pleaded guilty, he received a jail sentence of...wait for it...30 DAYS! Of which he only served 24 days of it. Two days after being sentenced, the NFL suspended him indefinitely without pay. I guess a year suspension is enough, according to the commissioner of the NFL.

The Browns absolutely did the right thing. Too bad more teams won't follow suit. More than likely, Stallworth will sign with another team, who will forgive him and pay him even more.

That is the saddest injustice of all.

The NFL Pro Bowl

Growing up as a kid, I used to watch the Pro Bowl ans used to think it was a fantastic game. Either my eyes have been opened as an adult, or the game has changed significantly. Listening to the players and the sportscasters, this game should be cancelled. It used to be an honor to play in the game, but the players no longer want to participate. They like the honor of being named to play, but do not want to actually play. Maybe they should name an All Pro team and not play the game. Here are reasons why the game is no longer fun for the players or the fans:

Long gains were the rule and hard hitting was the exception.

Uniforms remained mostly spotless, with more pushing and shoving than tackling.

"It's different. It was like 7 on 7," NFC linebacker Brian Orakpo said. "Everybody came out here trying not to get hurt and give the fans a good show"

The stadium was half empty by the third quarter.

Nearly 40 percent of the players originally selected for the game didn't play.

"I'm just out here having a great time," Jackson said. "And at the same time I'm trying to put out a little effort."

"I slowed up to get a little camera time," Woodley said.

"The pace is nice," Smith said. "You don't have to worry about working too hard."

The players that do play are there because they are required to be there. The only way you can get out of playing is to prove you are injured. Many of the original players selected opted not to play because of "so called" injuries. Many of them played in the final game of the season, but "mysteriously" came up with injuries. By the way, of the four Cardinals selected, only one played. Nobody watches the game. It's really not football.

Cancel it already. Players and fans alike already have.

The Answer is....

The forth character is Pow. Sorry, I could only find one picture of Pow, and because of copyright issues, I could not paste it. But I can tell you about him.

In the United States and Canada, opinion varies concerning Crackle's occupation, but Snap is always portrayed as a baker and Pop as a marching band leader.

Snap is the oldest of the group. He solves the problems his two brothers create and wears a chef's hat. Crackle is the good-hearted, fun middle child.He's the leader of the group and the smartest of the trio. He gets stuck keeping order between his brothers’ personalities and wears a red-and-white-striped stocking cap. Pop is the clumsy younger child. He plays jokes, doesn’t take things seriously and wears a band leader's hat.

There was a fourth elf character who was named Pow who was supposed to represent the explosive nutritional value of Rice Krispies but who was later discontinued.

In 1963 the Rolling Stones recorded a short song for Rice Krispies television commercial .

There you go, all I know about Pow.

Snap, Crackle, Pop, and ???

We all know the three characters that represent Kellogg's Rice Krispies: Snap, Crackle and Pop. They were created for a radio add that first aired in 1933. For awhile, in the 1950's, Kellogg's added a forth elf but later discontinued him.

What was him name?

When Life Seems To Much

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 root beers.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'

The professor then produced two Root beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed..

'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life..

The golf balls are the important things---your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained,your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.

The sand is everything else---the small stuff . 'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.

Spend time with your children.

Spend time with your parents.

Visit with grandparents.

Take time to get medical checkups..

Take your spouse out to dinner.

Play another 18.

There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the root beer represented. The professor smiled and said, 'I'm glad you asked.'

The root beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of root beers with a friend.

Make it a Shay Day !

At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its

dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.

Where is the natural order of things in my son?'

The audience was stilled by the query.

The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'

Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.

I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'

Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.

In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.

In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?

Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the

plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact...
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.

The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.

The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman..
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates..

Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.

Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball. the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.

He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.

All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!

Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.

'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.

Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!

Make every day a "SHAY Day"

Hats off to great friends!

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Maybe you have great friends that look after you and take care of you. It is no secret that I am addicted to soda. There . I said it. Its true. The problem I have is with the caffeine. Too much soda=too much caffeine. I try to drink clear soda, with no caffeine. It is good, but not the real McCoy. But I am in luck. Caffeine free Dr. Pepper. Dr. Pepper is my favorite soda. 23 flavors, I swear I can taste each one. The problem is, it is NOT available in Arizona. But I am in luck! I have great friends that even when they are on vacation in Utah, they remember me! They bring me a 12 pack. Pure Heaven I tell you! So, to my friends who bring me the gift of life (OK, that may be over the top, but you get the idea!), I thank you !!!!