We keep getting thrown off and miss the Saturday playoff games because of our Saturday activities. Yesterday we hiked for about 24 kilometers and did not see a soul. It was a good day. Is there anything better than a peanut butter and jelly sandwich and thermos of coffee when on a long, cold hike? BTW, the Apple watch is a must have for hikers. You can time your trek out, which allows you to know how far and long the hike back is. The compass app also helps.
Browns at Chiefs. Whos doesn't love these upstart Browns? They are too young to know they should be afraid. And as we have continually said, a pounding running game is a valuable weapon come January. With a small lead in the fourth quarter, a quality back can seal the win. Alas, the Browns won't be within shouting distance of KC when there is fifteen minutes left in the game. KC-50 or whatever the line is. Give the points.
Bradys at Saints. While we think old Drew Brees will beat Old Tom Cheater by more than three (which is the line and our pick). However poetry and what awaits next week, on the frozen tundra of Green Bay Wisconsin and another old QB playing in his first home NFC championship game makes the future for either QB and their team not pretty. One can imagine carpetbagger/cheater Brady thinking this: "I know that I shall meet my fate, somewhere among the field with snow from above. Those I fight I do not hate, those I play for I do not love." Which of course are lines from one of our favourite poems by William Butler Yeats- An Irish Airman Foresees his Death:
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Think Phil Spector foresaw his death while he was beating Ronnie Spector or shooting Lana Clarkson?
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Score one for COVID.
I’m sorry Rump, but you miss the point of the poem entirely. The pilot is not a gladiator, he’s an aviator. The irony is that he’s having to fight the good guys, while on the side of the bad guys. Of course you can’t understand, you are English. You’re the baddies.
When I knew you, your poetry was pretty much straight out of Quiller-Couch, you know your Wordsworth, and are not unfamiliar with Shakespeare, but, Yeats is not someone whose words trip off your tongue. Nor should it, Irish patriotism would scald the lips of English tyrants.
Worse, it is the height of English arrogance to make the claim that Cheat’n Tom’s name should be in the same category as Robert Gregory’s. Robert was a real warrior, not a steroid-riddled pretend warrior. “Some nineteen German planes, they say, You had brought down before you died.”
Robert was the better athlete, too. His is bowling performance in the 1912 Ireland v. Scotland match remains the tenth best in all matches for Ireland and the fourth best in first-class cricket for Ireland. Has Brady ever represented his nation in sport? I think not.
While Robert was flying in the war, your filthy Black and Tans were out marauding. Seven-months-pregnant Ellen Quinn was sitting outside her front door near Kiltartan while she held one of her children in her arms. The Blank and Tans shot her dead. She was the wife of one of Robert’s mother’s, Lady Gregory, tenants. Typical English cruelty.
Yet rise from your Italian tomb,
Flit to Kiltartan cross and stay
Till certain second thoughts have come
Upon the cause you served, that we
Imagined such a fine affair:
Half-drunk or whole-mad soldiery
Are murdering your tenants there.
Men that revere your father yet
Are shot at on the open plain.
Where may new-married women sit
And suckle children now? Armed men
May murder them in passing by
Nor law nor parliament take heed.
Then close your ears with dust and lie
Among the other cheated dead.
Drew looks 10 years older than Tom on the field.
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