Some claim that Roger Clemens' legacy has been tarnished by recent events. In a hit piece in the New York Daily News, four "expert" writers (Michael O'Keefe, Nathaniel Vinton, Teri Thompson and Christian Red), pathetically attempt to explain why Clemens cannot win, even if he is exonerated in his perjury trial.
The first thing that is attacked is the respect Clemens has enjoyed. Once the Mitchell Report named him, it dropped precipitously.
Next is the belief
On the ninth day of spring, just yesterday, I attended the first footy game in a big stadium in Australia-at York Park in Launceston. I had lived in Australia for 36 years and two months--nearly 60 per cent of my life by then; I had watched parts of several games on small ovals across Australia and, of course, seen dozens of parts of games on TV. But I donít think I had ever watched an entire game.
I was married to a big football fan and having a son and two step-daughters who
Chopin(1810-1849) composed in obedience to inner promptings, dictated by his own musical instincts, tastes, feelings and predispositions. His first composition was in 1817, the year of the birth of the Founder of the Bahaíi Faith. Chopin infused new ideas into known forms. The Ballade, for example, which had formerly been a vocalized poem, he cast into an instrumental mold. This afternoon, February 15th 2006, I have been listening to Chopinís Ballade in G Minor Op. 23. Its opening phrase creates
Updated 02-24-2012 at 11:39 PM by RonPrice
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Memory is life. It is always carried by groups of living people and, therefore, it is in permanent evolution. It is subject to the dialectics of remembering and forgetting, unaware of its successive definitions, open to all kinds of use and manipulation. History is always the incomplete and problematic reconstruction of what is no longer there. Memory always belongs to our time and forms a lived bond with the eternal present; history is a representation of the past. -Pierre Nora, 1984--in The
Updated 02-24-2012 at 11:31 PM by RonPrice
Plenty of times during my baseball career, I have felt the emotional pains of a slump. When I was younger making an error or going 0 for 4 sometimes felt like the end of the world for me. I admit that a part of the reason why I let results affect me so much emotionally was because I was so passionate about the game. My first years of college, I felt like baseball was the only thing that could make me truly happy and truly sad.
Eventually as I got older I began to see the bigger picture.