New Semester
After spending a glorious week loungin’ in San Antonio, I’m back in the ‘Ville for the final year of law school. I never thought that I would be glad to be back in school, but after the way I worked this summer combined with the fact that I’m in the final year of school, EVER, I’m pretty stoked about the whole process. Obviously, I’m excited about this because I just used the word stoked. Apparently I’m going to start writing about the X-Games or something.
Since I’ve been absent for most of this summer, I plan on returning with a vengeance in the coming weeks.
How about the fact that the Knicks kept Allan Houston? But what’s more amazing is the fact that someone signed Jerome Williams to that absurd contract. Holy cow. He’s a 5 and 5 guy, and he’s nowhere near as lovable as Malik Rose.
Before I continue with my discussion of the NBA, I’ve got to continue talking about the MLB and the mess that it has become. The game has become a travesty with steroids, escalating contracts, carnival ballparks, $200 million rosters, the Royals and Pirates barely even existing, everything that Manny Ramirez does, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
When I was a freshman in college, one night, while extremely bored, I penned what the game meant to me. I still love the game of baseball, I just wish the teams in the MLB played it.
The following is the first version I wrote back then, but I fell inclined to change it because of the cloud hanging over Mark McGwire.
Here is the original:
I sit here with the Ironman
number 8 posted on my wall,
he was perfection for so long
by simply hitting a ball.
They say Diamonds are forever
that cannot be more true,
we all know those damn Yankees
in pinstriped, navy blue.
These men may be but mortals
playing on a field,
but what they do for us
is something so unreal.
Some say its just a game
but there’s more to it than that.
The memories last forever
like the 70 by Big Mac.
One day I will have a son,
and I will raise him the same.
For there is nothing so beautiful
As the Love for the Game.
The following is the updated version:
I sit here with the Ironman
number 8 posted on my wall,
he was perfection for so long
by simply hitting a ball.
They say Diamonds are forever
that cannot be more true,
we remember all those damn Yankees
in pinstriped, navy blue.
These men may be but mortals
playing on a field,
but what they do for us
is something so unreal.
Some say its just a game
but there’s more to it than that.
The memories last forever
like the Wizard’s glove and Ted Williams’ bat.
One day I will have a son,
and I will raise him the same.
For there is nothing so beautiful
As the Love for the Game.
