I will try to rein my Uranian nature of the Pheadrus within, for the sake of brevity. I will try to speak in prose for the common, in deference to my penchant for the poetic. So as not to lose the audience, remembering that "You can't Read" , no shade.
11:14 pm, Friday, June 12, 2009.
Event : The Subway Series
It's the ninth inning, A-Rod's at bat. Here's the pitch. He hits, it's a flyball to right center. the Met in me watches with baited breath as my fellow Met is about to catch the ball. I was born in 1969, when the Mets won the Pennant. When the Mets won again in 1986, I had just graduated from high school. Now on my 40th year on Terra, two score of survival. I'm about to see history again. It's the Mets vs. the Yankees, there are all sorts of ramifications to this Game.
He runs after the ball to position himself for the catch. It's a flyball, do you KNOW how many times we practice This scenerio. The glove goes up and he catches it. Then the divine folly, Castillo drops the ball, Jeter scores. Mets fans across the Nation are sorely dissappointed. Thank God for the Dtv transition. The tube is now off !
Time to go to bed, perhaps I'll wake up to discover it was all a dream. Oops, no it wasn't ... Bastard.
"Oye, Castillo, madicon, que pasa con tigo". How friggin Mortal are you. History was calling Your name and You dropped the Ball , literally. What were you doing daydreaming? Aunt Clara would have caught that ball, and she's legendary for fumbling. You evidently did not divine, the divine, in the Divine Us. When history calls out your name, when the Fates have wailed thier song, You break your neck to live up to the demand or die doing, there is no trying.
When the President tells the Marine to take the beach, there is no trying, that is the Mission. Remember Omaha.
"We (Mets Fans) bare you no fault Castillo, we're just sorely dissappointed"
The moral of the story, "Stand Up and be counted". There is great honor in "the call to duty". You must know when that clarion call is ringing in your ears and not to be afraid. This is the great lesson, light a blunt to calm your nerves if you must. I say this on the Sabbath day (6/13/2009), a testament to faith. In these times of ethical recession, where kids want to grow up too fast, but not to bear the load. Forgetting that Freedom is not free. "Don't drop the ball".
When the Guardian Of Divinity, calls out your name, Don't drop the ball.
I call the name of Jesus, Don't drop the ball.
i call the name of Muhammed, Don't drop the ball.
I call the name of Buddha, Don't drop the ball.
I call the name of Booker T., Don't drop the ball.
I call the name of Ali , Don't drop the ball.
I call the name of M.L. King, Don't drop the ball.
I call the name of B.H. Obama, Don't drop the ball.
I call the name of Mahon (Man), Don't drop the ball.
and I'm calling upon YOU, Don't drop the ball... Amen.
I am Feroz, and THIS is the Fabutron Initiative.
