Archive for January, 2013

An Authograph: More Than A Name

Tuesday, January 29th, 2013

I love Herm Edwards!… Now that I’ve gotten that out, I can continue. For those who don’t know, Edwards was an eccentric coach in the NFL and currently maintains this same eccentrics as an analyst/guest host for ESPN. But I digress…

While driving this morning, I heard Coach Edwards on ESPN radio talking about the San Francisco 49ers’ former quarterback, Alex Smith, who was abruptly benched for [then] back-up quarterback, Colin Kaepernick, after Smith sustained a concussion. Edwards had high praise for Smith as he maintained a positive demeanor–continuing to be a supportive and enthusiastic team mate–despite everything. But, what I like about Coach’s comments is this one phrase that just stuck out for me… he continued to autograph his performance. Coach Edwards depicted how Smith’s actions spoke volumes and how coaches all over the League would remember how he performed.

For me, that phrasing is something to take into everything life. Life throws so many darts and missiles and stones… and thrown in with all of that is a little sunshine and laughter and peace. While I’m dodging missiles, it’s useful to remember it may not be about the current role or situation, but whatever the case, to still remain in a mental place where I continue to autograph my performance for what’s to come.

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Judge & Jury… Exit Stage Left

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2013

I’ve come to learn something incredibly sad regarding a good number of people… They (whomever “they” are) love to keep you down and judging is the Number 1 nugget in this, apparent, glass crown.

How many times in a day would you like to tell someone to “please, mind your business”?… It’s really not that hard at all. To mind your business, that is. This “glass” crown came to mind after I heard the story about Anna Burns Welker, wife of New England Patriots’ wide receiver Wes Welker, blasting Baltimore Ravens’ linebacker Ray Lewis. I am not providing her Twitter quote because I want to, but rather because you won’t fully appreciate my stance unless you read it:

Proud of my husband and the Pats. By the way, if anyone is bored, please go to Ray Lewis’ Wikipedia page. 6 kids 4 wives. Acquitted for murder. Paid a family off. Yay. What a hall of fame player! A true role model!

Really, Ma’am!?! Phrases like, “Sweep around your own front door before you try to sweep around mine”… or “People who live in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones”… are just consuming my mind. Truly (which is one of my coworker’s fave go-to terms), why stoop so low and, tell me, what are you actually gaining? There are so many turns to take in this story, but I will just stick to how poor it makes you look when you defame others, repeat someone’s business that you shouldn’t, and yes… judge. I learned from a sports’ analyst, while listening to opinions surrounded around this story, that Mrs. Welker (among other things) was also crowned Miss Hooters in 2005 (I honestly just put that little funny together about a glass crown and her being crowned. Crack up!). ‘Nuff said, right? I would really like to know how many years would Lewis need to go about his life before this glass house owner would free him from her moral standard hold… After the tornado of backlash received for her horrific comments, Welker subsequently submitted an apology (Thanks for that.).

By no means am I a Lewis worshiper. I see what he’s done on the field, which I’m most impressed with, as well as his off-the-field stories, which I honestly could care less about. There are things that have happened in my life and things I’ve done that I’d rather not open up a conversation with. I’m sure I’m not alone. And with this acknowledgement that I’m not, nor is anyone else perfect, I make it my business to shy away from throwing people under the morality bus.

For me, in a nutshell, I see that we are celebrating an athlete for his contributions on the field (a first ballot, Hall of Fame athlete). That’s it. That’s all we’re talking about. I believe there are only a hand-full of people who know (really know) Ray Lewis. Those people can do pulse checks on his life, as he trusts them to do so. Fans, as I am, should just stick to celebrating what happens between the lines. Anna, go shine your crown and hush up a bit… It’ll serve you better.

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