Saturday, August 29, 2009

Back on track!

I've taken a short recuperative off season respite since my penultimate blog (to "Living the Perfect Train Wreck"). Having played what I thought my best game of the season, I realize that even that is not always good enough.

My final pass was a tight spiral spun in an arc of a siren's shoulder with the velocity of a speeding train. But it was bit a wide. And it fell a few inches short. Into the arms of the wrong person rushing to embrace it. Even then, I was disappointed there weren't more spectators in the stands to witness my almost winning ticket to a Super Bowl.

And so, the resulting self-imposed off season found me in a room of empty lockers, empty dreams. It felt so good to be so close. Yet fall so short. But in this interim, I didn't just sit on the tracks waiting for a speeding train to hit me. No, I took a seat on the side-rail; to observe others still seated on the mainline awaiting the train.

While sitting to the side expecting disaster, I reunited with old friends waiting there too. My few regular readers will recognize the names "a ball of light" and "The Unabomber." And I made a few new friends as well.

What follows are images of a couple of things I saw, of what I reflected upon this past week. If looking at them somehow reminds you of The Scientific American Book of Dinosaurs fear not. It's no coincidence.















A shot or two from a second town hall meeting on health care reform where our congressman, Silvestre Reyes, stayed overtime to answer all questions posed of him.


Perhaps the Monsters of the Mesozoic's ferocity could be tempered with the realization Obama wishes no harm to the health industries profiting off sick and dying people. Nay, he plays golf with the captains of those industries!


And then there was this:

What really set me thinking about hanging up my cleats was from this newspaper "article" which illustrates, par excellence, the American dream for a future based on our unsustainable materialistic past. The irony being, the name for this beast being hawked here (as a supposed objective review) is taken from an extinct dinosaur. I lifted the following quotes directly.

The 2010 Ford F-150 SVT Raptor
  • is prepared for racing in off-road endurance events. (Every suburbia soccer mom will need one!)
  • pricing starting at $38,020 (steep, I know, but the economy's in recovery, right?)
  • the beast shows its teeth with a 5.4-liter V-8 delivering 310 horse-power and 365 lb.-ft. of torque.
  • the Raptor will be offered with a 6.2 liter V-8 for $3,000 more, which is expected to generate 400 horses and 400 lb.-ft. of torque.
  • the Raptor sports a Hummer-esque front end
  • opting for the $1,075 Graphics Package adds an effect akin to black paint splashed on the bed sides and cab's rear (simulating mud "normal" people still try to keep off their vehicles, but this should be very impressive in the mall parking lot)
  • Dada note: any mention of mpg you can expect was conspicuously missing
Wow, after digesting this, I'm surprised I didn't go bowling or slit my throat. But I realized with Obama's health care reform and auto manufacturers cranking out future "cash for clunkers" (you will pay for these voracious monsters), there is no need to fear the future. It will look just like our past (with optional fake "mud" for a thousand plus bucks). "Train wreck averted. Okay, everyone, back on the tracks!"

With that, I have decided to come out of retirement for another season. Despite that penultimate blog that resulted in what I thought the perfect throw turned into errant toss that cost me my ticket to a Super Bowl, I have come to realize -- even an intercepted pass is a completed pass.

And I'm not favring you either!




4 comments:

Dada said...

From the close of last night's "Bill Moyers Journal" on PBS, which I was referencing when speaking of Obama's health care "reform" in this blog...

"And remember that television ad Barack Obama made as a candidate for president?

"BARACK OBAMA: The pharmaceutical industry wrote into the prescription drug plan that Medicare could not negotiate with drug companies. And you know what, the chairman of the committee who pushed the law through went to work for the pharmaceutical industry making $2 million a year. Imagine that. That's an example of the same old game-playing in Washington. I don't want to learn how to play the game better. I want to put an end to the game-playing.

"BILL MOYERS: Now look at this recent story in the LOS ANGELES TIMES. Lo and behold, since the election, the pharmaceutical industry's $2 million dollars a year superstar lobbyist Billy Tauzin has morphed into President Obama's pal. Tauzin says the President has promised not to pressure the drug companies to negotiate with the government for lower drug prices and has agreed not to allow cheaper drugs to be imported from Canada or Europe - contrary to the position taken by candidate Obama…"

and while making aspersions to POTUS playing golf with health care leaders, I was speaking metaphorically...as all know, snakes can't play golf, they just slither concealed 'neath the tall grasses of a golf courses "rough"

Border Explorer said...

Pass the aspirin. Thank goodness, Dada, that you're back to keep me sane in this madness. If you get a Raptor, hope you'll give me a ride. [As James Taylor sang: "I used to think that I was cool; Running around on fossil fuel; Until I found what I was doin'; Was drivin' down the road to ruin."]

a ball of Light said...

nice JT snippet BE :) here's some aspirin for when big pharma folds up shop after we tell them to place that H1N1 (pronounced heinie) needle in service as their very own brand new catheter.

dada, iam glad you unhung your cleats. looking forward to the final season of 'us' against 'them'...

i've been busy whistling at the dark...
;)

Fran said...

Freaking politicians have been putting the HELL in HELLth care.

In a perfect world,there would be an official announcement-- the politicians personal health care policies will be changing to exactly the same as whatever they come up with now.

Wouldn't THAT be fun to watch?

By the way-- that Ford Raptor is a nice compliment to the other Ford vehicle-- the Extinction.
The one too big to fit in a normal garage....
the Excursion (I think extinction is a more befitting name).
An extra cost for mud applique designs.
And what is with those hidden MPG specs???
It's as if they embarrassed about it, or they have something to hide.....