SNYDERMANIA: NBA Legends Brunch

Thursday, February 19, 2009

NBA Legends Brunch

Here’s a shot of NBA legend, Bob Love, the #167 nephew and yours truly.

I finally figured out how to get one of the legends brunch pictures from the digital camera to the computer to the blog. Yeah, my war with technology is fought one battle at a time.

5 comments:

Guely of Sweden said...: Man, I'm not much in to sports but i don't find another place to write you that i just love your side quotations. I get a kick on my brain with each one of them!As well as the well selected pictures that go with them. You should collect them in a book and give me one for christmas!! :); February 19, 2009 at 9:59 PM
Anonymous said...: Perfect!I will have to tell my sport fanatic husband to also read your blog!LOL!; February 19, 2009 at 10:51 PM
#167 Dad said...: Thanks Guely. You're officially on my Christmas list. And I do enjoy reading your blog.; February 20, 2009 at 7:22 PM
#167 Dad said...: wenbren,
Your husband would have loved the Legends Brunch. I will say they didn't have fancy donuts like the ones you make.; February 20, 2009 at 7:24 PM
#167 Dad said...: I enjoy reading your blog as well, wenbren...; February 20, 2009 at 7:33 PM

NORTHERN EXPOSURE

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

FIELD OF DREAMS

Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?