Showing posts with label Muhammed Ali. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Muhammed Ali. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

The Fabric Of Our Life




The internet is an amazing place.
With a few clicks, you can see anything.
And I mean ANYTHING!
A few months ago, at 4:03pm, a friend sent me this amazing picture.



In case you can’t tell, these are 1300 boxing speed bags.

Shaped into the face of the great Muhammed Ali.
As soon as I got it, I forwarded it to another friend.
Who is a friend of Laila Ali.
Muhammed’s daughter.
(That’s the closest I get to greatness.)
99 minutes later, I got this reply:
That's pretty cool!
Sent from my iPhone
The reply was from Laila.
How cool is that.
I know somebody.
Who knows somebody.
Who knows Muhammed Ali.
Take that Kevin Bacon.
I’m sure that happens all the time.
But not to me.
My email inbox is loaded with all sorts of stuff.
Everything from enhancement opportunities. 
To more jokes than a night at the Comedy Store.
Most emails grab my attention for at least a second.
Sometimes two.
But I got an email a few days ago that I can’t get out of my mind.
It came from a close friend of mine.
Whose wife is a close friend of Alyce.
Not Muhammed Ali.
Just Alyce.
But Alyce is pretty great in her own way.
About nine months ago her husband was diagnosed with a rare form of kidney cancer.
Incurable kidney cancer.
According to Alyce, 100 people get this type of cancer every year.
That’s it.
And unfortunately her 47-year old husband is one of them.
“Needless to say, this is a sad sad house,” Alyce said.
And when you are the mother of nine-year-old twins.
And a 15-month-old baby.
...
...I don’t have the words to describe.
And I’m allegedly a writer.
When facing adversity -- in this case, the worst type.
Everyone copes their own way.
That is a personal choice.
But for Alyce, her choice was to go viral.
And for the last six months, she’s been posting her life on youtube.
For all to see.
Good.  Bad.  Sad.  Funny.  Sad.  Heartbreaking.
It’s all there.
Now I must warn you.
These videos have absolutely no production quality.
None.
Just a woman.
An unbelievably brave woman.
Sitting in front of a camera.
Many nights in a dark room.
Spilling the dark details.
Of her life.
No sugar coating.
No “everything is going to be fine.”
Alyce knows what is happening.
And she’s not afraid to show it.
If you make it through six seconds without a kleenex.
You are better than me.
Actually, you are less human than me.
Not every one of her videos is intended to be tearjerking.
But when you consider the reality, it’s impossible to hold in your emotions.
Alyce has been posting these blogs, all while taking care of a sick husband and three young kids.
And this is one open book.
Recently she admitted that her son has chosen to think his dad will be ok.
While his twin sister has had other thoughts.
“She wants to know when her dad is going to die.”
“She’s a planner,” Alyce said.
Both of the kids have been in therapy since finding out the terrible news in February.
And during one of those therapy sessions, the counselor recommended a project.
A project for the kids.
A project that could (hopefully) keep their mind on something other than what anyone’s mind would be on.
That project is making a quilt.
A quilt that family and friends could sign.
So when dad is cold, “he could wrap himself with everybody he loves.”
The goal is to deliver this quilt in January.
For his 48th birthday.
“The outpouring of love that is happening is incredible,” Alyce said.
So incredible, it got her daughter thinking.
She wondered if any famous people would sign this quilt.
In a nine-year-old’s mind, if a famous person would sign for her dad, that would show that people really do care.
So Alyce posted another video blog.
As she does every few days.
“I am so excited today.”
That’s how it started.
Then for the next eight minutes.
And 33 seconds.
She tells us about this idea.
This goal.
Of getting a celebrity to sign this quilt.
Any celebrity.
She mentioned some of her husband’s favorites.
Like “anybody from the movie Platoon.”
Or Kiefer Sutherland.
Or Shania Twain.
Or Toby Keith.
But deep down it was clearly less about the celebrity.
And more about her kids.
“I haven’t seen this kind of light from my daughter for a long time.”
About 30 minutes ago I got a link to Alyce’s latest video.
A video that shows Alyce with a giant smile.

At times.
Clearly overwhelmed.
Overwhelmed that Charlie Sheen is going to sign.
And that “all of the Chicago Bears” have signed.
Overwhelmed that people really do care.
Most important, she told us that her kids "feel empowered by what is going on.”
News that would make anybody smile.
But unfortunately that was not the only news that Alyce had to report.
Sunday she rushed her husband back to the hospital.
He was in more pain than she had ever seen him in.
“The cancer has spread.  And it hurts.”
The cancer is physically hurting him.
She then reminded us of the plans to give the quilt to her husband in January.

For his birthday.
Then she paused.
“But I don’t know.  I don’t know how much time.”



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Friday, October 28, 2011

G.O.A.T.


“I don’t believe what I just saw.”
Jack Buck, 1988


The Muhammed Ali of baseball games.
The greatest.
The greatest game of all-time.
Hands down.
Yes, I realize you can’t just throw out that statement.
But I just did.
Game 6 of the 2011 World Series is the greatest baseball game in the history of our national pastime.
Period.
How do you define great?
Pick One:  
1great adj \ˈgrāt

1 notably large in size
2 large in number or measure
3 remarkable in magnitude, degree, or effectiveness 
4 full of emotion
They all fit. 
I’m far from a baseball historian.
But I know my stuff.
For example, did you know the first baseball game was played on April 22, 1876.
True.
Wikipedia says so.
That day a rookie named Jamie Moyer beat the Cincinnati Red Stockings, 2.5-1.
The rules were a little different then.
But it was baseball.
The same game we love today.
Over the next 135 years, thousands... 
tens of thousands...
hundreds of thousands of games have been played.
Games with everything.
293 games with a cycle.
272 no-hitters.
20 Perfect Games.
Good games.
Bad games.
Long games.
Short games.
But no baseball game has ever been as great as what we saw on Thursday night.
Just when you thought it couldn’t take another twist.
It twisted again.
Like Chubby Checker.
This game had it all.
EVERYTHING.
Good pitching.  Bad pitching.
Good hitting.  Great hitting.
Good defense.  Atrocious defense.
You thought Silence of the Lambs was hard to watch.
Try watching Matt Holliday play left field.
Downright scary.
Now when I say this game was the greatest game.
I’m talking greatest game.
Not greatest moment.
Everyone knows the greatest moment in baseball history is Kirk Gibson.
Circa 1988.
The moment that inspired “I don’t believe what I just saw.”
But if Jack Buck was still with us, he wouldn’t believe what his son Joe saw at the new Busch Stadium on Thursday night.
This game went 11 innings.
At least one run in 10 of those.
19 runs in all.
28 hits.
6 homers.
42 players used.
15 players threw a pitch.
16 had a hit.
14 scored a run.
And four made an error.
In fact, Michael Young of Texas made two.
The game was tied five times.
The second inning.  Fourth inning.  Sixth inning.  Ninth inning and Tenth Inning.
And Texas broke the tie every time.
Well every time except one time.
The last time.
The Rangers got back-to-back homers to take the lead in the seventh inning.
Great moment.
The Cardinals battled back in the bottom of the ninth.
To tie the game.
Another great moment.
Down to their final strike, St. Louis native David Freese hit an opposite-field fly ball to right field.
Had the Rangers right-fielder Nelson Cruz made the catch.
A tough catch.
That would’ve been an historic moment.
And it would’ve closed a great game.
And a great series.
But he didn’t.
And when the ball bounced off the padding of that right field wall, a pair of Cardinals circled the bases to tie the game at 7.
And send it into extra innings.
Baseball’s version of sudden death overtime.
That tie would last exactly minutes.
That’s because in the top of the 10th inning, Josh Hamilton sent a ball over that same right field wall.
Over that wall.
Typical Texas.
Anything you can do I can do better.
A two-run homer.
9-7 Rangers.
And another great moment.
Game over?
Game not over!
In the bottom of that inning, the Cardinals battled back.
Again.
Are you starting to believe me about this greatest game thing?
Down 9-8, the Cardinals had two on with two out.

And two strikes.
That’s what Vin Scully calls the deuces wild.
Well wild it was when Lance Berkman singled to center scoring the tying run.
Again.
9-9.
Let’s go to the 11th.
For the cherry on top.
Enter Freese.

A 28-year old journeyman by baseball’s standards.
A guy who quit the game after high school.
A guy who had just 15 major league homers entering this post-season.

A guy who will never have to buy another Budweiser in his hometown of St. Louis.
Freese hit a high-flying home run to deep center field to give the Cardinals the unimaginable come-from-behind victory.
Setting up a winner-take-all game 7.
Capping the greatest game of baseball we have ever seen.
Even if we couldn’t believe what we just saw.