Good Words Never Die

"Winning is not a sometime thing; it's an all the time thing. You don't win once in a while; you don't do things right once in a while; you do them right all the time. Winning is a habit. Unfortunately, so is losing.

There is no room for second place. There is only one place in my game, and that's first place. I have finished second twice in my time at Green Bay, and I don't ever want to finish second again. There is a second place bowl game, but it is a game for losers played by losers. It is and always has been an American zeal to be first in anything we do, and to win, and to win, and to win.

Every time a football player goes to play his trade he's got to play from the ground up — from the soles of his feet right up to his head. Every inch of him has to play. Some guys play with their heads. That's O.K. You've got to be smart to be number one in any business. But more importantly, you've got to play with your heart, with every fiber of your body. If you're lucky enough to find a guy with a lot of head and a lot of heart, he's never going to come off the field second.

Running a football team is no different than running any other kind of organization — an army, a political party or a business. The principles are the same. The object is to win — to beat the other guy. Maybe that sounds hard or cruel. I don't think it is.

It is a reality of life that men are competitive and the most competitive games draw the most competitive men. That's why they are there — to compete. To know the rules and objectives when they get in the game. The object is to win fairly, squarely, by the rules — but to win.

And in truth, I've never known a man worth his salt who in the long run, deep down in his heart, didn't appreciate the grind, the discipline. There is something in good men that really yearns for discipline and the harsh reality of head to head combat.

I don't say these things because I believe in the 'brute' nature of man or that men must be brutalized to be combative. I believe in God, and I believe in human decency. But I firmly believe that any man's finest hour, the greatest fulfillment of all that he holds dear, is that moment when he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle — victorious."

- V. Lombardi

Yessir

It's Historical

One day, when I leave earth, I hope to leave something behind that people will remember me by.

Looks like I've got some competition.

I am Simcity

Forgive me if I've gone MAD WITH POWER!!!

You're Just Not That Special

Babies crying in any public place can be annoying.

Such is the case of my visit to church last Sunday.

Baby starts crying, baby won't stop crying, mother won't leave in the hopes of getting some morsel of wisdom from the sermon, and you can't hear the sermon yourself (For the record, you don't need to hear to be able to adjust your fantasy football lineup on your blackberry).

Believe it or not, this doesn't annoy me. Why not? Because, though I have seen people this stupid, most people don't stay in the room with the kid. They leave the room.

When they don't leave, either they are very ... very stupid (stop breeding now!!!) or they can't leave. In this case, the mother had another child she couldn't leave un-attended. Hence, a reason.

What really gets under my skin is you, evil Asian woman (the double whammy of road-hazards) sitting 3 rows in front of me.

Not only is she giving this poor woman with the kids the most evil death stare I've ever seen for a good 3 minutes (the pastor is over THERE, lady), she literally gets up to go "handle" things.

The situation dissolved when someone helped the woman with her children left before the angry Asian could get to her.

First off, she's in church ... I'll assume she's "of the faith." Now, I cannot fathom what biblical statute we stand on for "death stares," but I'm pretty certain Jesus didn't command believers "Stare at the poor, the unfortunate, and the needy. They'll get the idea and you will get your way."

Second, who the hell are YOU, lady? We're all having a harder time existing because of this woman's screaming child, but please ... please be the savior of us all, get up, and explain to that woman that her child is loud. SHE DOESN'T KNOW THIS AND YOU NEED TO INFORM HER!!!

This is part of a mentality in this area. It's the mentality that says "I'm gonna get mine and you all can be damned."

Apparently, the good people who go to church are gonna get their Jesus and everyone else can be damned ... especially loud babies.

Stay home ... please.

Remember all of those lessons you learned when you had just gotten your license?

Don't speed ... brake early ... don't tailgate ... always be mindful of your surroundings (wait, I think that's something from Jedi training, but you get my point). Yeah, someone forgot that.

Oh Virginia, how I mourn for you.

So the Old Dominion gets (what they consider to be) pounded by mother nature, thus destroying the transportation infrastructure. For a native Buffalonian, it's simply a good day to go skiing.

With the downfall of both the frozen heavens and the major interstates of Virginia, peculiar things happen. The timid stay home, the brave venture forth, the middle-class does what they can, and those of us who were born and raised in this stuff laugh.

Now, the idiot kid with a 4x4 Durango in me didn't heed the no unnecessary driving state that Virginian was in. Actually, I take that back. I did listen to it. I heard it loud and clear. I will let you, the reader, decide what my rationale was, because I honestly can't decide.

I either,

1. Heard it and chose to ignore it.

or

2. Found it completely necessary for me to go out at all hours during the weekend and drive around in the stuff (because I can ... and that's a necessity).

But that being said, I really do wish most of the natives around here would just grab a bag of popcorn, huddle up on the couch, and catch up on their American Idol episodes. Few of them can drive, most of them over-drive their abilities, and all the ones that do drive cautiously (5 mph in a 55mph) always ... end ... up ... in ... front ... of ... me.

So the snow has stopped. The Feds closed down for a day (go for about a few more months and that should fix a few problems). The roads are all big sheets of packed snow that will quickly turn to solid ice.

More snow tomorrow night. 6-12 inches. Another walk in the park for a boy from Buffalo.

Go Sabres.

Why bother at this point?

Honestly, I don't know why I've started yet another blog. I went from Xanga, to here, to Xanga, to Facebook, now to here again. Blast it all.

I'm not a great writer. I don't have any revolutionary ideas that I've made a profit from yet. Sure, I have opinions, strong ones at that. But who doesn't?

There are so many better blogs out there with much more intelligent and well thought out ideas and comments. I really don't intend to rival these.

I just realized that there are rants I've not raved and I end up leaving them that way. So now every time I want to say something, I get to scratch that itchy trigger finger and blow someone's proverbial brains away ... or just insult you.

Really, though, I'll probably not try to insult anyone. I'm too much of a lover.