Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sports. Show all posts

Saturday, September 27, 2025

Saturday Good Reads - Sept. 27, 2025


Did he or didn’t he? American spy Nathan Hale was hanged by the British. Every school child of my and previous generations learned that his final words were,” I regret I have but one life to give for my country” But did he really say that? Smithsonian Magazine investigates

How did a rather obscure dialect become a, perhaps the, global language? Joel Miller reviews a new book by Laura SpinneyProto: How One Language Went Global. And he says we should be thankful our ancestors murdered their mother tongue. Without having read the book, I would answer the question by saying “first, the British Empire” and second, “the spread of American culture and power after World War II.” But that’s me.

 

One of the most beautifully filmed movies I’ve ever seen is 1992’s “A River Runs Through It,” directed by Robert Redford and based on the novel by Norman Maclean. Samuel Rocha at Notre Dame’s Church Life Journal considers the movie and especially the “words beneath the rocks.” 

 

America, or its elites, discovered the First Amendment’s freedom of speech this past week, rushing to defend Jimmy Kimmel and his remarks on the Charlie Kirk murder on constitutional grounds. We all have to wonder where they were when Google, Facebook, and Twitter were censoring conservative voices at the request of the Biden administration (“That was different! That was disinformation!”). Former New York Times reporter Alex Berenson was silenced for questioning the COVID-19 vaccine, as Matt Taibbi at Racket News pointed out this week. 

 

By the way, freedom of speech essentially stops at the workplace door, as determined in numerous court cases. Employers have a wide latitude when it comes to employee behavior and speech. We may have freedom of speech in America, but in the workplace, we do not have freedom from the consequences of our speech. Discretion is advised.

 

More Good Reads

 

America 250

 

A Peculiar Beginning to the Canadian Campaign: Benedict Arnold and the Great Awakening at Newburyport, Sept. 20, 1775 – Rob Orrison at Emerging Revolutionary War Era. 

 

1778 Naval Strategy: French Actors and British Reactors – Bob Ruppert at Journal of the American Revolution.

 

Silent Slaughter: The Revolutionary War’s Most Brutal Hour – Jason Clark at This is the Day.

 

Enemies to Their Country: The Marblehead Addressers and Consensus in the American Revolution by Nicholas Gentile– review by Timothy Symington at Journal of the American Revolution.

 

Sports

 

Carlos Alcaraz as a White Pill Experience – Yuro Bezmenov at How to Subvert Subversion.

 

Writing and Literature

 

Writing is for Humans – Kelsey Peterson at Front Porch Republic.

 

Talking Tolkien Pt. 1: Words for Wounds – Andrew Roycroft at New Grub Street.

 

A lack of national identity has killed off the Great American Novel – Michael Gibson at The Spectator.

 

Why I Will Never Use AI for Writing – Seth Lewis.

 

Life and Culture

 

Children need more reading time, education needs less politics – Henry Oliver at The Common Reader.

 

Midwest Roots, American Aspirations: Charlie Kirk’s Legacy – Jeffrey Bilbro at Front Porch Republic.

 

The Porcelain Bull in Our Little China Shop – Chris Martin at FYI.

 

In the Midst of the Story – Spencer Klavan at The New Jerusalem. 

 

Radical Normie Terrorism – Christopher Rufo.

 

Of Branson and Belonging – Ian Hearn at Front Porch Republic.

 

When Minors View Violence Online – Emily Harrison at Front Porch Republic.

 

News Media

 

Iryna Zarutska and Charle Kirk have exposed the media’s depravity – Roger Kimball at The Spectator.

 

Poetry

 

An introduction to T.S. Eliot’s Four Quartets – Rabbit Room Poetry.

 

“Laughter,” poem by G.K. Chesterton – Anthony Esolen at Word & Song.

 

“The Gates of Damascus (extract),” poem by James Elroy Flecker – Joseph Bottum at Poems Ancient and Modern.

 

Faith

 

Permission to Grieve – Megan Willome.

 

The Soul of Man Never Dies – Tony Rice & Ricky Skaggs



Painting: Woman Reading, oil on canvas (1907) by Lucie Cousturier (1876-1925), Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.

Sunday, July 7, 2013

Remember the Sabbath


Remember the Sabbath day
   to keep it holy
Remember the Sabbath day
   to keep it whole
   to slip out the last worship service
   respectfully of course because
   the game starts at 12:15 and
   the tickets are 45-yard-line
Remember the Sabbath day
   to keep it available
   for the sales at J Crew
   and Old Navy and Macy’s
   and Sunday brunch (all you can eat),
   and the bicycle ride starts at 7
Remember the Sabbath day
   the day we thought was meant
   for rest, but more than that
   the day designed to confound
   the rest, the day created
   to explain the rest.
Remember the Sabbath day.
Remember the Sabbath day?


Photograph: Times Square on  early Sunday morning by Bobby Mikul via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

My Moment of Sports Glory


I have never been athletically inclined. I don’t mind watching some sports: football, for example. But not golf. I’m one of three people in my company who don’t play golf. The other 21,000+ are golf fanatics.

Growing up, and playing sandlot baseball or street football, I was usually one of the kids picked last. I expected to be picked last; all the other kids were better than I was. I was grateful to be picked at all. Even last.

In high school, when sports really matters, I discovered I loved volleyball. I played volleyball virtually every day during physical education class during my junior year in high school. The school didn’t have a volleyball team, but if it had had one, I would have been on it. And we would have been good.

It was my senior year in high school when I achieved my moment (note I said moment, not moments) of sports glory. Volleyball was no longer allowed, for some reason I don’t recall. But we were all herded onto a large football field to play touch football. More than 100 boys (it was an all-boys high school) faced off to play touch football – 50 on a team. The coaches thought it would be funny.

So we lined up; the other team kicked off. And the ball went sailing high in the air and landed right in my arms. As it did, I heard laughter from the other team. Even worse, I heard laughter from my own team. Everybody knew what to expect – I would be caught and my flag pulled within seconds.

Laughter – and ridicule – can have one of two effects. You cave in, or you get mad.

I got mad.

And I took off running.

What no one expected – possibly including me – was that I was fast.

I raced for the goal line.

No one expected me to run as fast as I did. Including me. But I kept focused on the goal line. And ran like the wind.

The laughter from the other team turned to shouting, and then screaming (yes, it was just a P.E. class, but you know boys and competitive stuff – every game is played like the Super Bowl).

“Get him! Get him!”

I ignored the screams and kept running. I dodged opposing players. I bobbed and weaved. I sidestepped. And kept running. My own team had been left far behind. My guess is they stopped and simply watched. They sure didn’t help.

I scored.

The roar went up from my team. Who cares if it was the sports nerd who scored? We scored! We scored!

On our next possession, the kickoff once again landed in my arms. And I took off for the goal line.

This time, both teams were better prepared. My own team protected me, and the opposing team swarmed around me. I didn’t make it all the way to the goal line. My flag was pulled.

Ten feet from the goal line. We scored on the next play.

What I learned that day, what 100 boys learned that day, was that a focus on the goal, an element of surprise and speed could turn things upside down.

We won, by the way, 14 to 7.


This post is submitted to the One Word Blog Carnival hosted by Peter Pollock. To see more posts on the word “goals,” please visit the site.

Photograph: No, that's not me and my touchdown. But it felt like that. Photo courtesy of the U.S. Navy.