The true irony of atheism is that it requires as much faith that there is no God as those who believe there is….

– LM


“The Boys of Summer” by Roger Kahn

“You may glory in a team triumphant… But you fall in love with a team in defeat.”

One of my all-time favorite books, about the struggles of the Brooklyn Dodgers and their quest for a World Championship, offers one of the greatest quotes of all time for any sports fan.   I remember when I read the page it was on and that seminal moment I knew that it rang true and pure with a resonance that was equally rare.

I often refer back to it when one of my teams takes a beating and leaves me a bit down.  The full quote goes on a bit deeper and more eloquent, but this is the heart of the matter.  Maybe in a different lifetime I was a Cubs fan, but I know what it is to follow a “lovable-loser.”  I’ve been blessed to see some of my teams win it all, but like another saying goes, it is the journey, not the destination.

The death of the Republic….

The party of intolerance and hate has overtaken the American populace and we now face a future of socialism, corruption, reparations, terrorism, radicalism, pluralism, abortion, recession, high taxation, victimization, and atheism.  

We will now have a naive ideologue attempting to lead this country with nothing more than a plan of hope and a mission of change, no matter what the costs.    The last liberal administration let to radical Islam gaining a foothold in the world while we stood by and watched.   Then we watched the fruits of that administration’s neglect and self indulgence under a desk result in the death of thousands of American civilians when the radicals attacked us here at home.  

Now, after 6+ years of being on the run and doing their best to allude capture, they will once again gain in strength and numbers as our new and criminally inexperienced president attempts to delude us in awash of moral-less regulations and a domestic agenda hell bent on spending us into socialism at all costs.

Our borders will flow free and open as those who seek a better life at the expense of American citizens.  Those of a once great Republic brought to it’s knees through capitulation and deceit, a lust for power promising the world for just one vote.

I’ve seen the enemy and he is is slight little troll who lacks convictions and morals.  He lacks any guiding sense of force but his own agenda, wants, and desires.  His strength lies only in what he believes today, whatever might get him through to the next, willing to go with whatever is easiest.  He is at heart a populist, one who’s strength of beliefs comes not from a divine purpose, but a happenstance of misery lost in all that glitters and amuses in front of him, as long as it distracts him and those like him from the truth.

R.I.P. Skip Caray (1939-2008)


Another voice of my youth has passed. Skip Caray, longtime broadcaster for the Atlanta Braves passed on Sunday after a long bout with various health problems. Braves games has not been the same in the past several years as network changes had all but forced him into a part time role as lead broadcaster, but he’d been the radio and TV voice of the Atlanta Braves for many years. He was 68.

As a long suffering Braves fan in the 80’s, I grew to love his voice and style of broadcasting as he made some miserable years as a Braves fan bearable. Son of the legendary Cubs broadcaster Harry Caray and father to current Braves broadcaster Chip Caray, he was a legend in his own time.

I had the opportunity to meet him two years ago while he was signing autographs outside his BBQ shack in the centerfield plaza at Turner Field. I told him how much he’d meant to me and shook his hand. He was a good guy and we talked for several minutes about baseball and watches. He was wearing his two-tone Rolex submariner (gold/blue) and I was wearing my Rolex GMT Master II.  He noticed mine and I noticed his and we started comparing notes. Seems he was a little bit of a watch guy as well. I remember him saying something to me about liking the color combo of my GMT.

He will be missed.   Too many good guys passing here lately.

“Mark gets the sign, the wind and the pitch here it is… swung, fly ball deep left center, Grissom on the run… Yes! Yes! Yes! The Atlanta Braves have given you a championship! Listen to this crowd! A mob scene on the field. Wohlers gets ’em one, two, three. A couple of fans rushing on the field. The Atlanta Braves have brought the first championship to Atlanta!”  – Skip Caray, October 1995

Thoughts from a former junkie….


Yep, that was me.   I was a junkie.   A two-a-day, had to have it, couldn’t live without my fix of …. X-Files.  Back in the mid to late 90’s I was caught up in the hysteria that was the X-Files.  They were the “Lost” and “Heroes” of my day and the forerunner of which those two shows and more like them should pay homage to on a weekly basis, if not outright paying them royalty fees.  I dove deep headlong into a wicked obsession with the show that I’ve only yet been able to admit to myself was probably borderline sickening.

So, this all brings me to my thoughts on the new movie.   In typical Chris Carter style, little was known of the plot before the release and many questions remain afterwards.  This is his “M.O.”, his style.   While many of the reviews were harsh and some were mostly positive (see Roger Ebert’s)  I knew going in this would probably not compare well with the last one because of many issues such as the limited budget, past legal squabbling, and the type of this episode being a stand alone “monster of the week” style story line.

The first movie had a grander scope and feel and it was appropriate for the series debut into the world of film as well as the myth-arc story line.   This one was what I would call a more local story that was encapsulated in a world of gritty people all seemingly working against our duo.   Quite frankly, as an X-phile, it worked for me.  While the “x-file” in the film could be honestly described as a weak one when it came to the paranormal, it was intriguing as it exposed Mulder and Scully to the kinds of forces that pulled them together and apart on a weekly basis oh so many years ago.  At it’s heart, it was a character study of one who willingly wanted to believe and one who didn’t want to acknowledge their own belief.

It also progressed our intrepid heroes along life’s path to the natural truth they had always shared.  They truly are inextricably linked in mind and heart and their life together has evolved into a comfortable setting that shows a domesticated couple moving on into the murky future together, if nothing else.  

Mulder is still as sharp as ever keeping tabs on all things spooky and Scully is doing what she does best, bringing hope and treatment to those who need it.  Yeah, there are some missing plot elements throughout, but this is nothing new to X-File fans and while we see it as a positive, I fear many reviewers saw it as a weakness.  Carter and company have always felt the need to not explicitly lay out every detail possible, the viewer is left to interpret the interleaving minutia.   The personal struggles these two work through were in full glory again providing a reminder why these two were so good together.

And while I’ve not really discussed details, as someone once said, that’s where the devil is.  However, I would be remiss if I didn’t give kudos to Mark Snow and his scoring of the film.  Once again, he delivered a big time score that complemented the film as well, if not better, than his mood setting tones from the show.   I especially liked the piece in the heartbreaking scene at the end with Mulder and Scully.  It provided a warmth and depth that correctly corresponded to our character’s reunion.

One last thing.   I don’t know if we’ll ever see these two together again on-screen, I for one hope we do, but again I’m fairly biased.  However, the lasting image Carter gives us of Mulder and Scully is not only a deserved one, but a happy one that they certainly have earned….. together.

R.I.P. Tony Snow dies at 53 of cancer

Tony Snow, the former White House press secretary and conservative pundit, has died after a long bout with cancer. He leaves behind his wife and 3 children.

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That being said, my breath was taken back when I read some of the commenters on Digg regarding this. Those who desperately claim our country is in disrepair only need to look at the comments posted on Digg to know how far we truly have fallen. It is a sad commentary that every single issue, death, story etc… is reduced to ideological hate and venom spewed by cowardly scum safely tucked away behind the anonymity of a keyboard connected to the Internet.

If there is anything that the Internet is good for, clearly it is to demonstrate how disgusting and vile a creature we can be when we don’t get our way. Anyone without a soul wishing anything but sorrow for Tony Snow and his family needs to seriously evaluate their own right to draw oxygen from this planet.

R.I.P. Jesse Helms (1921-2008)


I can think of no greater tribute than the Lord taking such a great patriot into heaven on July the 4th. For the first 24 years of my life, I had the pleasure of being one of his constituents. I was born and raised in eastern North Carolina and he was a great American who always stood up for the farmers and regular people. 

He, despite being the scourge of liberal media, never once compromised his conservative values and was one of the last great defenders of our constitution. He recommended my cousin’s appointment to the U.S. Air Force Academy and meant a lot to me and my family. I remember my Dad always turning to volume up every time he was on TV.

One thing many didn’t know was he was almost a victim of the Soviet’s shooting down KAL 007. He was scheduled originally to be on the flight, but missed it due to some scheduling difficulties.

Also, later in life, he struck up an unlikely friendship with U2’s lead singer, Bono and was even invited to one of their concerts in Raliegh. Read more here: Jessie Helms meets Bono 

Jessie was a wonderful example of what Senators should be and do for their people. There won’t ever be another one like him.