Battles
I often feel like the underdog… the little person with a sling shot against impossible odds. Sign of the cross, into the battle…
I often feel like the underdog… the little person with a sling shot against impossible odds. Sign of the cross, into the battle…
Hear me now
Oh thou bleak and unbearable world,
Thou art base and debauched as can be;
And a knight with his banners all bravely unfurled
Now hurls down his gauntlet to thee!
I am I, Don Quixote,
The Lord of La Mancha,
My destiny calls and I go,
And the wild winds of fortune
Will carry me onward,
Oh whithersoever they blow.
Whithersoever they blow,
Onward to glory I go!
Sang that once, along with about twenty other people, in an organic grocery store… somehow Man of LaMancha broke out…. We went through the entire play….
Sometimes battling the giants means tilting at a lot of windmills… but the battle is in the effort.
Grump– I desperate wish I had been there. My family is known to break out into song in public places, but we rarely stick to just one show. Or genre.
And remember– David spent a lot of time learning how to use that sling before he went up against Goliath. Sometimes when it seems we’re failing, it’s just because we’re not done preparing yet.
Nobody ever roots for me, so I usually just root for myself. Always go for the underdog!
Rudy reminds me of the scruffy homeless-looking guy who kept popping up repeatedly in “Evan Almighty.” He never said a word but always held a sign with some sort of message for Jim Carrey’s character to see, scoff at, ignore or painfully ponder.
I can’t say that nobody roots for Goliath though. Especially as we are now in the second week of football play-offs leading up to the Super Bowl. Go Niners (yeah) at home this afternoon/evening (5 PM pacific time) and defeat those visiting Green Bay Packers (boo). (49ers are 3 point favorites). Winning teams fill stadiums (root, root, rah, rah), losing teams play to empty stands (the sound of crickets) and have their games blacked-out so locals, who won’t fill the stadium, can’t watch on TV at home.
And what of folks like Sean Taylor? A free safety for the Washington Redskins. Considered one of the greatest safeties to ever play football. Earned unanimous All American votes for his play at the University of Miami’s National Championship team. Set the Florida state high school record for most touchdowns scored in a season (44). Well, the big star got injured (football is a tough sport) and while recuperating at his home in Miami surprised burglars who shot him dead. He was 24 when he died. He was the son of a policeman and worked his way out of a low-income neighborhood to become a fan-favored golieth.
Golieth? Sean Taylor, 6 foot 3 inch, 230 pounds, High School (one season): 1400 yards, 44 td’s, more than 100 tackles, and 3 touchdowns in the championship game, on the day he was killed his girl friend and 18 month old daughter were also in the house.
David? Scurvy dog, Eric Rivera, Jr (17 years old when he killed Taylor) was originally scheduled to go on trial April 7, 2008. It has been pushed back to April 5, 2013 due to legal maneuvering.
Other Philistines do.
stick: “Goliath” doesn’t mean “big guy”; it means “big bully guy”. Sean Taylor was definitely not that. And “David” refers to someone who is way out of his league in a contest. Rivera had a gun and a murderous attitude, so he was actually the Goliath here. Such a sad story.
Actually, Goliath was the underdog. I mean, a foot soldier, even in armor, against someone using a projectile weapon. Poor sucker was cannon fodder.
Uh, sorry for the earlier spelling of “Goliath.”
In my youth I remember a religious animated kids’ program called Davy and Goliath. Goliath was a big dog, and a smart one at that. Not at all a “big bully guy” to Davy, a little boy. It actually was alot like Calvin and Hobbes, only it liked to focus on Bible stories and on real morals which tended to escape Calvin.
Empress… Yes, sad story and one brought back recently in the news.
Oh, and YEAH, the Forty Niners won 45 to 31 tonight. It started out bad as one of Colin’s (quarterback) opening passes was intercepted for a touchdown. Then it went back and forth with tie scores only to have the Niners pull away just ahead of half time and not look back. They did ease up at the end and should not have allowed the Packers’ last 7 points, but no big deal. They move on to face either the Seahawks (at home) or the Falcons (away) depending on the latter’s Sunday’s game.
Grump… Any chance to randomly break into song is a wonderful moment which must be seized upon! You and Chug ought to get together.
I am alittle embarrassed to say I’ve never seen Man of LaMancha
Effortless battles aren’t really battles, are they?
Squid… you should always root for yourself. As a kid, I loved the cartoon, Underdog. I had a coloring book of said superdawg.
stick…. what is this, football that you speak of?
I am trying to to go into my “football rant.” In anycase… in football you have loyalties… strange loyalties… it’s the same with most professional sports… You like a team for whatever reason… and sometimes it’s BECAUSE THEY WIN> So I guess you’re right.
EofO… that’s true, the other “Phils” weren’t rooting for David. Maybe they ought to have.
When I lived in Sandy Eggo, I used to drive to work… and everyday there was this guy sitting at the onramp with these cryptic cardboard signs. They said some thing that made you go…. “wha?”… Rudy is kinda like that guy.
David was a puny fella that nobody expected anything from, including his own family. He was the runt among his brothers… and the least likely to BE a future king. (God usually likes to pick the underdog). Anyhow, Goliath was a giant Philistine… who taunted the Israelites. Needless to say who won. 1st Sam.