Monday, August 31, 2009

This Is Hot



This guy and the guy with the homemade Wolverine claws should get together. I would never go above the speed limit again.

Thursday, August 27, 2009

Poor Boy Pitino

In an integrity emergency, please break glass and do the following.

1) Blame the media. (Pitino: You guys are the ones that are showing this...It's a sad day when Ted Kennedy dies (this is in the news)...If you are a fan of anything good this program has done, pleas watch something else...read something else.")

2) Smear / talk-down your accuser (Pitino:"This person... Her husband is trying to get 100% custody of the children...")

3) Play the family card ( (Pitino: "This has been hell for my wife nad my family. My friends and family had to read this garbage / these vicious things...")

4) Point forwards to the trial. ( (Pitino: " I will wait to the trial...my lawyers have asked me not to speak about this...the truth will come out.")

5) Claim you are ready to move forward (Pitino: "Let's move onto ... crucial things in life like basketball.")

6) Claim "victim" status. ( Angry Pitino: "I've been blackmailed...it's a sad commentary on our society (that we are paying attention to this)" )

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Pitino Problemo



In the land where the grass is blue (but it's really green), hearts are hung on ten-foot hoops. In this painted-area promised land, Rick Pitino has been anointed (not begrudgingly) savior not once but twice - resurrecting a penalized Kentucky program and shaking the University of Louisville out of the Denny Crum doldrums. The man in the white suit then slapped his savior-ship on two books and products stretching from Louisville to Lexington.

And now the other shoe...and the pants..have dropped. Pitino the father and husband has admitted to an affair and a payment for either an abortion or health insurance.

Despite his Xs and Os genius, Pitino was unable to XYZ and the response has been more difficult than getting caught in said zipper.

I will be torn - the name on the jersey represents a place I love enough to throw up a "rock on" sign at the mere mention of "the ville". Yet the self-described devout Catholic and his supporters fail to grasp the gravity of the situation. Pitino not only marketed his success, but also his piety. Not just his heart for the hardwood but his passion for people and their success.

And thus, Pitino can prove his ultimate love for others by not only admitting his mistake, but also accepting the consequences therein - by resigning. Never mind that coaches should be worthy of respect and universities should be places of learning and character building, Pitino can prove himself to be the man he calls others to be by sparing his family the vicious and vociferous venom lobbed at his loved ones. Regardless of whatever consequences he has felt like he deserves, his wife and sons deserve none. By falling on his clipboard, Pitino not only protects his family but incarnates his ultimate demand from his players: team play.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Voice in the Wilderness

I am the voice, calling in the wilderness. I am the voice of love, of reason, of a life connected with God...and sometimes I pop up out of nowhere to share my prophetic guidance.



Sunday, August 16, 2009

High Five


What are the moments that changed everything? The things that, when you relate them in story are preceded by an ominous “and then it happened.” The happenings that don’t hit your plan off course but rebound a new one into existence. What are the flashbang moments that caste everything in back-lit relief?

If you could shave the whole of your experience to a flash-bulb beginning – what would it be? Not the birth of a child, or the passion-underscored conception of it, but the fleeting first glance, the hesitant first kiss, or the initial dawning of daydreaming love.

Mine would be this: a sticky summer night where flag-football practice gave way to the blue-eyed brunette on the sidelines. My friend Dustin called the brunette for himself, and I nodded with zero intention of agreeing. She was mine. Several months later, in a dorm room kitchen over creamy EZ-Mac, I told that brunette that I was falling in love with her. Four years later, on the banks of the Ohio River, I slipped a ring on her finger and told her that I would love her forever. Five years later, I love her more than I did then. My life is cast with a Dana backdrop that enhances and improves each part of it. I would have it no other way.