Thursday, July 26, 2007
Full of hope yet pained to leave loved ones and the city I love so much.
A year ago I wrote Goodbye Blue Sky...in tribute to what I was leaving behind.
In this year some of my dreams were fulfilled, some remain yet unfulfilled and some crushed.
A year of growth, of hope, despair, frustration,excitement.
As is my common comment
so much has changed...yet so much remains the same.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Sunday, July 08, 2007
FedEx makes it five in a row at
In 1980, Bjorn Borg beat an extremely talented young left-hander in 5 tight sets to win his fifth
.I’ve seen the replay of that match and the young lefthander pull off that amazing 18-16 set 4. Today’s lefthander pulled off an equally stunning 6-2 set 4.
That guy had a permanent scowl on his face, and was constantly challenging line calls.
See the parallels? Getting a sense of the déjà vu?
I’m looking forward to this rivalry and sincerely hoping Federer does not pull a Borg with respect to retirement.
Rafa is the King of Clay and might well add grass to his repertoire.
As he pulled off shot after amazing shot,
Alan Wilkins said “This is grass not clay.This is not his surface.”
Well given the improvement he is showing, it very well may become HIS surface.
How many think that its unfair that its Federer and not Sampras who equals the IceBorg’s record? Would have been such fun to see those two go at each other.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
Last year I put the lyrics of Goodbye Blue Sky.
This year its the Breathe reprise.
Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
And when I come home cold and tired
Its good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.
Breathe (reprise) Pink Floyd