Vamos Gigantes !

As I scribble this down for Sunday’s post, I of course don’t know the outcome of Saturday night’s Game 2 of the SF Giants v. LA Dodgers, first round of the MLB Playoffs 2021. Who really cares? Well, lots of fans on both sides. I fall on the Giants Side.

In the end, cheering and “caring” about the outcome is a bit of a luxury really, all things considered. It’s a nice distraction; that’s one of the nicest things about sports, I think. Sport affords us a temporary respite from the challenges, struggles, set-backs, etc. that life hands us day to day.

In this particular case, this series has also given me a channel for reconnecting with folks I’m not as in touch with regularly as I’d like. Giants fans. Dodgers fans. Whatever, the banter is fun, and hell, if the Giants win too? A little more icing on cake. : – )


Lyrics Post: “The Pass”

These words stand alone,

And says it all, and forever…

“The Pass”

Proud swagger out of the school yard
Waiting for the world’s applause
Rebel without a conscience
Martyr without a cause

Static on your frequency
Electrical storm in your veins
Raging at unreachable glory
Straining at invisible chains

And now you’re trembling on a rocky ledge
Staring down into a heartless sea
Can’t face life on a razor’s edge
Nothing’s what you thought it would be

All of us get lost in the darkness
Dreamers learn to steer by the stars
All of us do time in the gutter
Dreamers turn to look at the cars
Turn around and turn around and turn around
Turn around and walk the razor’s edge
Don’t turn your back
And slam the door on me

It’s not as if this barricade
Blocks the only road
It’s not as if you’re all alone
In wanting to explode

Someone set a bad example
Made surrender seem all right
The act of a noble warrior
Who lost the will to fight

And now you’re trembling on a rocky ledge
Staring down into a heartless sea
Done with life on a razor’s edge
Nothing’s what you thought it would be

No hero in your tragedy
No daring in your escape
No salutes for your surrender
Nothing noble in your fate
Christ, what have you done?”

Writers: Lee, Lifeson, Peart

Inspired! Fall Epic: Hell of the North

Paris – Roubaix. A grinder. One of the oldest races in Europe. Raced this passed Sunday.

This year’s edition, particularly heroic, dramatic. Dirty, wet, dangerous. It came down to three. The strongest for the day and in the moment crossed the line first.

Sonny Cobrelli of Bahrain Victorious; Italian Champion, European Champion; now has hoisted the cobble, too.

Bravo, BRAVO.


Covered in grit, he had more too.

Spool Up

Particular energy, particular purpose, work week start,

Fire the engine, feel the warm pump through you,

Anticipation, what’s ahead? What’s expected, what’s not? Yet to come, all before you, coming at you, direct hit expected, head on, into the fray,

Spool UP.

Weekend Night Muse, Have Some Sense: The Riff Continues

Everything slows, anticipation no more, now here. Recollection, a muse from the not too different future follows, kids messing, heart beat slowing, weekend…

“What is our true place in the world? All around it comes at us: what to see, hear, feel, the big three, there like it or not, want it out not, it’s real and now.

What we do with it, how we respond to it, that’s up to us, each of us, each time.

Choose to make it GOOD. Here’s a sample from everyday, just a sample, what my senses say:

Winter lights on the front tree, shining bright in the pre-dawn darkness;

Warm coat against the biting wind on an early morning walk;

Shake of the head, each dog with her collar on, jingle jingle jingle;

Cold water, one big gulp, after a long walk, thirsty;

Crackle of the wall furnace, heat slowing pouring down the hall;

First taste of coffee, hot; first taste of beer, crisp;

Soft skin on my kids’ cheek when I kiss each goodnight, each night;