(Place on page 187 after para. 2)
I loved working at the Manor's annual Christmas Bazaar in early December. My usual job was raffle ticket seller. It gave me the chance to stop playing social worker for a day and just be plain ol' Greg around staff, families and residents.
All proceeds went to the resident's activities and wheelchair fund. Vendors set up shop in the first floor dining room. The staff were allowed to dress in their best Christmas attire ( or ugliest Christmas sweater). One of the staff from either Dietary or Maintenance dressed as Santa and mingled amongst the crowd. Hot dogs were sold for a buck , Christmas carols played over the buzz of the shoppers, and laughter echoed through out the first floor.
Families would take their loved one down to the Bazaar to shop or stroll/roll from vendor to vendor. To many residents, it was like the old days, the days they would Christmas browse for their children. Now it was a chance to return the favor, a few hours to bond and forget the everyday routine of life in a nursing facility. The smiles on their faces made it all worthwhile.
Maybe it would bring back fond memories of Christmas past. It always touched my heart to see families return each year, even after their loved one had passed. That alone said so much about the facility and the people who worked there.
For the staff it was a lot of work, but it was also a great public relation event for the facility. And it tended to soften the misconceptions about a nursing home being a joyless place. The Manor was really one big family. It was run by a huge corporation, but the facility had a" mom n' pop" feel to it in those innocent days. It was truly a special place to work.
Down the road the business aspect of the facility would become even more prevalent, making warm and fuzzy events like the Christmas Bazaar obsolete. For now, simple yet special times like the Christmas Bazaar were cherished until even those memories melted away like a dusting of spring snow.
Saturday, November 30, 2019
Friday, November 29, 2019
book- paper
(Place on page 221, after para. 5 "I was told..")
The following incident was one of the strangest of my social work career and hastened my departure from the Manor.
An elderly woman by the name of Mrs. Hampton became one of our residents on the third floor just after Mrs. Alfgren left the facility. Mrs. Hampton suffered from advanced Alzheimer's, amongst many health concerns. At times she recognized family, but for the most part, she was extremely confused, babbling and often calling out for no apparent reason. Per her Social History, she was once a very refined and dignified lady, a devoted wife, mother and church- goer.
Her husband seemed to be a friendly guy, visiting often, sometimes two or three times daily, many times during meals. He insisted his wife remain in bed at all times. The family could be demanding of staff, such as, if lunch was even a few minutes late, the husband would walk down the long hall to the nurse's station and complain. Care Plan Conferences, which generally ran 15-20 minutes par case, quarterly escalated to an hour to discuss Mrs. Hampton's care, allowing the family time to vent their long list of complaints.
The staff tried to remain calm and patient with the Hamptons, knowing Mr. Hampton felt guilty because he could not take care of his wife at home. He had an extremely difficult time coping with her confusion and calling out. He refused offers to attend support groups, and my support as well as counseling from our behavior specialists, fell on deaf ears.
However, I seemed to have a good relationship with Mr. Hampton, as I stopped by every day to check on his wife and spent a considerable amount of time listening to his concerns. I only saw his son, Jackson Hampton, esquire, at meetings, since he worked as a local attorney and only visited at night.
Every time I did encounter the son, he viewed me in a peculiar way, sizing me up with a frown before speaking. When he did address me it was not in a friendly way, like his father. Instead his tone was patronizing, as if he were speaking to a child. During conferences he seemed to isolate me as a source of many of the problems concerning his mother at the Manor, even concerns I had nothing to do with, including healing bed sores or making sure she was dressed in her favorite housecoats in bed every day.
Since our new administrator did not attend the meetings, I took the brunt of the complaints. But it was more than being a sounding board. I was used to hearing complaints from disgruntled families over the years. Something was different about this family, especially the son.
I began to think I was being paranoid about this family until other staff noticed the same thing. Word began to trickle down to me from the night shift that Jackson had voiced an issue with the fact I was the social worker caring for his mother. I never had a problem with her, Mr. Hampton or even the son for that matter. Since I knew they could be demanding, I made sure I dotted my I's and crossed my T's when it came to documentation, answering their calls and requests in a timely fashion, and sending out notices of future meetings well in advance.
Unbelievably, the son had confided to one of his favorite night shift aides that he had reservations about my abilities because I was in a wheelchair. Again, the old fallacy of "being in a wheelchair must mean the wheelchair user is mentally deficient too" reared its ugly head. I was surprised by this attitude from this particular gentleman because he was obviously intelligent to hold the position he did, plus he was black. Surely he would understand when someone was insensitive and prejudice to others, just because of appearance.
His complaints were also heard in the new administrator's office, either by letter or phone calls, but obviously his objections to me didn't have solid proof or justification to fire me. First, I was the only social worker in the facility. And second, when she gave me the required "warning", for no reason at all, I denied any wrong doing, yet understood her veiled threats. Mrs. Hampton was a private pay resident, which meant big money was involved. With a facility already struggling to fill the beds, any threats of transferring such a resident to another facility had to be met seriously.
If it came down to Mrs. Hampton ( or, more specifically, Jackson) and me, I would be the ultimate loser.
I wasn't sure how to handle this. I didn't have Mrs. Alfgren or Andrea around to support me or even to consult. But I had to do something in order to save my job. So I decided to call Jackson Hampton and have a little chat.
I was never so nervous before as I dialed his work number. I had been involved in many an intricate one-to-one face-off in the past, from discussing Advance Directives to family disputes, but this was a different animal. No one had ever questioned my ability to do my job solely because I used a wheelchair to get around. It seemed so stupid, yet here I was, waiting for the receptionist to connect me.
At first, Jackson was caught off-guard by my call. He immediately asked if his mother was okay and I assured him that she was fine.
"Then why are you calling me? I specifically left a note in my mother's chart that I am not to be bothered at work unless it's an extreme emergency," he said.
Oops. I didn't remember seeing such a note in her chart. In fact, this family wanted to be called for every little thing. This call was getting off to a splendid start!
I apologized, intimidated by his voice and this surprise stance, and I began to back down, mumbling something about "I called to see how things are going" or something really lame like that.
"I'm sorry. I am extremely busy at the moment," he replied. "But I'm actually glad you called..."
Glad I called? After telling me he should not be called at work? What was up?
"I want you to leave a copy of my mothers' Residents Rights with my father," he asked. "I'll pick it up tonight when I visit. Can you do that for me?"
"Sure, Mr. Hampton. I'll make a copy and run it up to your father right away," I replied.
"All right then," he answered. "I will see you at the next meeting a a few weeks. "
And that was that. I exhaled, hoping I was in his good graces.
I made the copy, folded it and stuck it in an envelope before dropping it off with Mr. Hampton, who was dozing in a chair next to his wife's bed as I entered the room, knocking. He greeted me warmly, assuring me that his son would get the paperwork. "God bless," was his usual parting line.
So that brings us to why I was sitting in the new administrator's office on that bright morning in March. Was it yet another warning that I "wasn't keeping up?" If it involved the Hamptons, I expected to hear about the phone call. I did check and couldn't find a note in front of Mrs. Hampton's chart about not calling the son at work unless it was an extreme emergency. Whatever, I had already made up my mind that I would take my lumps for that one and move on.
Instead, the new administrator walked from behind her desk, shut the door, and produced a torn and crumpled two wads of white paper, along with a ripped envelope. "What is this?" she demanded.
"Paper," I replied, not meaning to be a smart-ass, but not knowing what else to say.
She didn't find that humorous. She soon informed me those two crumpled pieces of paper were the exact same Residents Rights I had left for Mr. Hampton the night before.
"Why on earth would you ever stuff anything, let alone a document, into an envelope like this, and give it to a family member?" she roared.
"I didn't," I honestly replied, horrified. I took the wrinkled papers from her. Yep, it was the Residents Rights forms I had copied. But I didn't give them to the old man that way. I would never do something unprofessional like that. My mind raced, and I tried to remember exactly how I folded the paper and sealed the envelope the day before. No, I wasn't going crazy.
"Well then, how can you explain this?" she stared at me with her icy eyes.
"I can't," I admitted.
Clearly, either Mr. Hampton opened the envelope, examined the contents, then hastily stuffed them back into the envelope, or the son had set me up. I couldn't explain the situation, only that I had this sinking feeling in my stomach . A basic task, such as folding two pieces of paper and neatly placing them inside an envelope before sealing the contents, fed into Jackson's discriminating and stereotypical view that I was a half-wit .For something so ridiculous, my Manor days were doomed.
Back then, the Americans with Disabilities Act was only in it's infancy. Now, there are laws protecting people with disabilities from unfair practises in the workplace. But that was then, and this is now.
Instead of fighting, I felt defeated. How could anyone do such a thing? My faith in mankind took a direct hit and I sank deeper in my chair.
The following incident was one of the strangest of my social work career and hastened my departure from the Manor.
An elderly woman by the name of Mrs. Hampton became one of our residents on the third floor just after Mrs. Alfgren left the facility. Mrs. Hampton suffered from advanced Alzheimer's, amongst many health concerns. At times she recognized family, but for the most part, she was extremely confused, babbling and often calling out for no apparent reason. Per her Social History, she was once a very refined and dignified lady, a devoted wife, mother and church- goer.
Her husband seemed to be a friendly guy, visiting often, sometimes two or three times daily, many times during meals. He insisted his wife remain in bed at all times. The family could be demanding of staff, such as, if lunch was even a few minutes late, the husband would walk down the long hall to the nurse's station and complain. Care Plan Conferences, which generally ran 15-20 minutes par case, quarterly escalated to an hour to discuss Mrs. Hampton's care, allowing the family time to vent their long list of complaints.
The staff tried to remain calm and patient with the Hamptons, knowing Mr. Hampton felt guilty because he could not take care of his wife at home. He had an extremely difficult time coping with her confusion and calling out. He refused offers to attend support groups, and my support as well as counseling from our behavior specialists, fell on deaf ears.
However, I seemed to have a good relationship with Mr. Hampton, as I stopped by every day to check on his wife and spent a considerable amount of time listening to his concerns. I only saw his son, Jackson Hampton, esquire, at meetings, since he worked as a local attorney and only visited at night.
Every time I did encounter the son, he viewed me in a peculiar way, sizing me up with a frown before speaking. When he did address me it was not in a friendly way, like his father. Instead his tone was patronizing, as if he were speaking to a child. During conferences he seemed to isolate me as a source of many of the problems concerning his mother at the Manor, even concerns I had nothing to do with, including healing bed sores or making sure she was dressed in her favorite housecoats in bed every day.
Since our new administrator did not attend the meetings, I took the brunt of the complaints. But it was more than being a sounding board. I was used to hearing complaints from disgruntled families over the years. Something was different about this family, especially the son.
I began to think I was being paranoid about this family until other staff noticed the same thing. Word began to trickle down to me from the night shift that Jackson had voiced an issue with the fact I was the social worker caring for his mother. I never had a problem with her, Mr. Hampton or even the son for that matter. Since I knew they could be demanding, I made sure I dotted my I's and crossed my T's when it came to documentation, answering their calls and requests in a timely fashion, and sending out notices of future meetings well in advance.
Unbelievably, the son had confided to one of his favorite night shift aides that he had reservations about my abilities because I was in a wheelchair. Again, the old fallacy of "being in a wheelchair must mean the wheelchair user is mentally deficient too" reared its ugly head. I was surprised by this attitude from this particular gentleman because he was obviously intelligent to hold the position he did, plus he was black. Surely he would understand when someone was insensitive and prejudice to others, just because of appearance.
His complaints were also heard in the new administrator's office, either by letter or phone calls, but obviously his objections to me didn't have solid proof or justification to fire me. First, I was the only social worker in the facility. And second, when she gave me the required "warning", for no reason at all, I denied any wrong doing, yet understood her veiled threats. Mrs. Hampton was a private pay resident, which meant big money was involved. With a facility already struggling to fill the beds, any threats of transferring such a resident to another facility had to be met seriously.
If it came down to Mrs. Hampton ( or, more specifically, Jackson) and me, I would be the ultimate loser.
I wasn't sure how to handle this. I didn't have Mrs. Alfgren or Andrea around to support me or even to consult. But I had to do something in order to save my job. So I decided to call Jackson Hampton and have a little chat.
I was never so nervous before as I dialed his work number. I had been involved in many an intricate one-to-one face-off in the past, from discussing Advance Directives to family disputes, but this was a different animal. No one had ever questioned my ability to do my job solely because I used a wheelchair to get around. It seemed so stupid, yet here I was, waiting for the receptionist to connect me.
At first, Jackson was caught off-guard by my call. He immediately asked if his mother was okay and I assured him that she was fine.
"Then why are you calling me? I specifically left a note in my mother's chart that I am not to be bothered at work unless it's an extreme emergency," he said.
Oops. I didn't remember seeing such a note in her chart. In fact, this family wanted to be called for every little thing. This call was getting off to a splendid start!
I apologized, intimidated by his voice and this surprise stance, and I began to back down, mumbling something about "I called to see how things are going" or something really lame like that.
"I'm sorry. I am extremely busy at the moment," he replied. "But I'm actually glad you called..."
Glad I called? After telling me he should not be called at work? What was up?
"I want you to leave a copy of my mothers' Residents Rights with my father," he asked. "I'll pick it up tonight when I visit. Can you do that for me?"
"Sure, Mr. Hampton. I'll make a copy and run it up to your father right away," I replied.
"All right then," he answered. "I will see you at the next meeting a a few weeks. "
And that was that. I exhaled, hoping I was in his good graces.
I made the copy, folded it and stuck it in an envelope before dropping it off with Mr. Hampton, who was dozing in a chair next to his wife's bed as I entered the room, knocking. He greeted me warmly, assuring me that his son would get the paperwork. "God bless," was his usual parting line.
So that brings us to why I was sitting in the new administrator's office on that bright morning in March. Was it yet another warning that I "wasn't keeping up?" If it involved the Hamptons, I expected to hear about the phone call. I did check and couldn't find a note in front of Mrs. Hampton's chart about not calling the son at work unless it was an extreme emergency. Whatever, I had already made up my mind that I would take my lumps for that one and move on.
Instead, the new administrator walked from behind her desk, shut the door, and produced a torn and crumpled two wads of white paper, along with a ripped envelope. "What is this?" she demanded.
"Paper," I replied, not meaning to be a smart-ass, but not knowing what else to say.
She didn't find that humorous. She soon informed me those two crumpled pieces of paper were the exact same Residents Rights I had left for Mr. Hampton the night before.
"Why on earth would you ever stuff anything, let alone a document, into an envelope like this, and give it to a family member?" she roared.
"I didn't," I honestly replied, horrified. I took the wrinkled papers from her. Yep, it was the Residents Rights forms I had copied. But I didn't give them to the old man that way. I would never do something unprofessional like that. My mind raced, and I tried to remember exactly how I folded the paper and sealed the envelope the day before. No, I wasn't going crazy.
"Well then, how can you explain this?" she stared at me with her icy eyes.
"I can't," I admitted.
Clearly, either Mr. Hampton opened the envelope, examined the contents, then hastily stuffed them back into the envelope, or the son had set me up. I couldn't explain the situation, only that I had this sinking feeling in my stomach . A basic task, such as folding two pieces of paper and neatly placing them inside an envelope before sealing the contents, fed into Jackson's discriminating and stereotypical view that I was a half-wit .For something so ridiculous, my Manor days were doomed.
Back then, the Americans with Disabilities Act was only in it's infancy. Now, there are laws protecting people with disabilities from unfair practises in the workplace. But that was then, and this is now.
Instead of fighting, I felt defeated. How could anyone do such a thing? My faith in mankind took a direct hit and I sank deeper in my chair.
Wednesday, November 27, 2019
book dancing
Place on page 309 after paragraph that starts with "Katie " and before paragraph that starts with "Mom's garden.."
One of the many positive things that Holly has brought into my life is Wheelchair Dancing. We took lessons, and the activity is growing in popularity. Now I don't feel bad about attending weddings anymore. I can "dance" like anyone else at wedding receptions. And I have the best dance partner too!
One of the many positive things that Holly has brought into my life is Wheelchair Dancing. We took lessons, and the activity is growing in popularity. Now I don't feel bad about attending weddings anymore. I can "dance" like anyone else at wedding receptions. And I have the best dance partner too!
Tuesday, November 26, 2019
book- access
page 317- delete from I want to attend..to Awareness about..) Add following..
I want to attend major concerts or go to the mall on Black Friday, or see a World Series game in person, just like anyone else. Reality says I need to be extra careful in big crowds. I can't isolate myself and stay home all the time, but I need to use common sense. So now I brave the elements, not afraid of what "might" happen, yet stick to a few principles I have learned over time.
When I leave a venue I try to stay on the right side as much as I can, with traffic only on my left. If I have someone with me, they may act as a bodyguard, walking in front of my chair, alert to any potential accidents ahead. I try to take the nearest exit out of the venue. It makes sense to leave a little early to avoid the rush of the crowd, but who wants to leave a ballgame or concert before it's over?
Finally, get a horn and blow it. Better safe than sorry.
I want to attend major concerts or go to the mall on Black Friday, or see a World Series game in person, just like anyone else. Reality says I need to be extra careful in big crowds. I can't isolate myself and stay home all the time, but I need to use common sense. So now I brave the elements, not afraid of what "might" happen, yet stick to a few principles I have learned over time.
When I leave a venue I try to stay on the right side as much as I can, with traffic only on my left. If I have someone with me, they may act as a bodyguard, walking in front of my chair, alert to any potential accidents ahead. I try to take the nearest exit out of the venue. It makes sense to leave a little early to avoid the rush of the crowd, but who wants to leave a ballgame or concert before it's over?
Finally, get a horn and blow it. Better safe than sorry.
book- Dad
Page 57 place after para 3 just when I thought..) ( delete from On New Years Day to We got a call...)
It was just another New Year's Eve. Uncle Henry and Aunt Sue were over. Mom set out cold cuts and we played cards while watching Dick Clark from Times Square in New York City. We laughed and reflected on 1976. The Bicentennial was so cool, especially the wagon trains rolling through town on the fourth of July. Dad seemed fine as we brought in the New Year together.
Dad always went to his family doctor to get his blood sugar checked. Every month without fail. Back in those days you couldn't check your blood sugar on your own. The doctor was vacationing in Florida for the holidays. Instead of seeing the doctor who was filling in, Dad decided to skip the check-up. I'm sure he thought it was no big deal. Missing one month wouldn't matter.
On New Year's Day Dad became violently ill, vomiting, with fever and chills. He stayed in bed over the holiday, thinking it had to be the flu.But he was so damn sick it scared Mom, so she called an ambulance. Dad couldn't get out of bed on his own, so the paramedics carried him down the stairs to the ambulance.
I remember being downstairs in Dad's favorite brown lounge chair ,shaking with fear as I watched him go out the door and into the freezing January air. He looked at me, so pale and withdrawn, and mumbled "I'll be alright. Take care of your Mom."
Mom met him in the emergency room. Later that day they transferred him to Philadelphia. That scared us even more.
We thought he was turning a corner with the blood infection that started with a sore on his right foot. The Philly hospitals were the best. He was in the right place.He was getting better and should be home soon.
Three weeks later he died. I never had a chance to say goodbye.
It was just another New Year's Eve. Uncle Henry and Aunt Sue were over. Mom set out cold cuts and we played cards while watching Dick Clark from Times Square in New York City. We laughed and reflected on 1976. The Bicentennial was so cool, especially the wagon trains rolling through town on the fourth of July. Dad seemed fine as we brought in the New Year together.
Dad always went to his family doctor to get his blood sugar checked. Every month without fail. Back in those days you couldn't check your blood sugar on your own. The doctor was vacationing in Florida for the holidays. Instead of seeing the doctor who was filling in, Dad decided to skip the check-up. I'm sure he thought it was no big deal. Missing one month wouldn't matter.
On New Year's Day Dad became violently ill, vomiting, with fever and chills. He stayed in bed over the holiday, thinking it had to be the flu.But he was so damn sick it scared Mom, so she called an ambulance. Dad couldn't get out of bed on his own, so the paramedics carried him down the stairs to the ambulance.
I remember being downstairs in Dad's favorite brown lounge chair ,shaking with fear as I watched him go out the door and into the freezing January air. He looked at me, so pale and withdrawn, and mumbled "I'll be alright. Take care of your Mom."
Mom met him in the emergency room. Later that day they transferred him to Philadelphia. That scared us even more.
We thought he was turning a corner with the blood infection that started with a sore on his right foot. The Philly hospitals were the best. He was in the right place.He was getting better and should be home soon.
Three weeks later he died. I never had a chance to say goodbye.
Monday, November 25, 2019
PHIILLY SPORTS CORNER- EAGLES WRAP-UP
Another dreadful Eagles loss, 17-9 vs Seattle. Here's my take on the game..
- QB Carson Wentz had another bad game. Why is he playing so poorly? I see 3 possible reasons, 3 events which happened since his great season in 2017:
1) Big contract- Is Wentz feeling the pressure of his big contract and is trying too hard. His throws are often sailing over the head of his target or he is short-arming the pigskin. He seems to be aiming the ball, like dodger second baseman Steve Sax used to do at times when he threw to first base. Or, is he not working as hard because of the big contract? Is he practicing hard? Still watching film? Still studying his next oponent?
2) Injury- Is his knee injury still on his mind? He seems to be scrambling without an issue. With RT Lane Johnson out, and a shaky offensive line, is this on Wentz' mind, causing him to be antsy with his feet and his arm?
3) Winning the Super Bowl- Is the ghost of Nick Foles still haunting Wentz? Is he feeling the pressure of Foles? The Eagles were stupid to erect a statue of Foles. How does Wentz feel? Unless he wins a Super bowl will he always feel the heat from the fans, who will always compare the two quarterbacks?
Does Wentz miss Frank Reich and John DiFillipo? His mechanics are messed up. Are these current coaches capable of fixing Wentz?
Not having even decent receivers has to be on Wentz' mind. No wonder he is suddenly throwing interceptions. He has always been guilty of holding the ball too long. Now, he seems to be holding the ball because these wide-outs can't create separation. No wonder the Birds didn't try to throw the ball downfield. Or did they? Were plays called for long bombs but the receivers weren't open?
- I hate the end zone celebrations by the defense, just for intercepting a pass? That's stupid. It shows up the offense and makes the Seahawks angry.
- I hope Howie Rossman enjoys all the draft picks he has saved by not getting the team help, especially at wide receiver.
- After a nice first half where he was the only reliable receiver, what happened to greg Ward in the seond half?
- I'm tired of Darby, Peters and Vitai, among many. Just go away.
- Is the Eagle organization "soft?" Are they still living off their Super bowl glory?
- Ex-Eagle Mychel Kendrick played well for Seattle at linebacker. Receiver D. K. Metcalf, who the birds passed over in favor of Orceta-Whiteside last spring in the draft, dropped a few catches but also made a few. He's big, speedy and looks like he has potential to be really good.
- Does Wentz need a new quarterback coach? He's clearly regressing and seems to have lost his confidence.Is his coach similar to ex- Phillies' pitching coach Chris Young? Under his helm, the Phils' young hurlers were not improving at all.
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- The play-calling was again questionable, especially a third down call in the 3rd quarter, with less than a yard to go. Doug Pederson, instead of calling a quarterback sneak and picking up a first down on Seattle's 20-yard-line, they get stuffed on a trap play, then turn the ball over with a missed pass on 4th down.
- Is it time to sign Antonio Brown once he is cleared by the NFL?
- Why did the Eagles play the "Fly Eagles Fly" fight song after a meaningless touchdown with only a few seconds left in the game? Hardly anyone was left in the stadium. Plus who feels like singing a fight song after that pathetic performance?
- A lateral by safety Rodney McCloud shows that the defense didn't trust the offense to score points.
- The offense was vanilla once again. No imagination, no trick plays. In fact, the Eagles were burned again by a trick play from the opposition.
-The fans have a right to boo Wentz and the team. If Wentz is the savior in Philadelphia and makes the big bucks, he needs to accept the boos. Hopefully the fans will spur him on and motivate him, not discourage Wentz.
- With the loss the Birds drop to 5-6. Luckily, Dallas also lost, falling to 6-5. Looks like the season will come down to Sunday, December 22 when the cowboys visit the Linc. If the Eagles are not up for that game, payback time after Dallas embarrassed the Birds earlier in the season, they don't deserve to win the NFC East and get into the playoffs.
Very winnable games against 2-9 losers the Dolphins, Giants and Redskins should make the Eagles 8-6 going into the cowboy game. But the Eagles need to play better or else the unthinkable will happen- losing a game before the Dallas game, making that key contest mute.
- QB Carson Wentz had another bad game. Why is he playing so poorly? I see 3 possible reasons, 3 events which happened since his great season in 2017:
1) Big contract- Is Wentz feeling the pressure of his big contract and is trying too hard. His throws are often sailing over the head of his target or he is short-arming the pigskin. He seems to be aiming the ball, like dodger second baseman Steve Sax used to do at times when he threw to first base. Or, is he not working as hard because of the big contract? Is he practicing hard? Still watching film? Still studying his next oponent?
2) Injury- Is his knee injury still on his mind? He seems to be scrambling without an issue. With RT Lane Johnson out, and a shaky offensive line, is this on Wentz' mind, causing him to be antsy with his feet and his arm?
3) Winning the Super Bowl- Is the ghost of Nick Foles still haunting Wentz? Is he feeling the pressure of Foles? The Eagles were stupid to erect a statue of Foles. How does Wentz feel? Unless he wins a Super bowl will he always feel the heat from the fans, who will always compare the two quarterbacks?
Does Wentz miss Frank Reich and John DiFillipo? His mechanics are messed up. Are these current coaches capable of fixing Wentz?
Not having even decent receivers has to be on Wentz' mind. No wonder he is suddenly throwing interceptions. He has always been guilty of holding the ball too long. Now, he seems to be holding the ball because these wide-outs can't create separation. No wonder the Birds didn't try to throw the ball downfield. Or did they? Were plays called for long bombs but the receivers weren't open?
- I hate the end zone celebrations by the defense, just for intercepting a pass? That's stupid. It shows up the offense and makes the Seahawks angry.
- I hope Howie Rossman enjoys all the draft picks he has saved by not getting the team help, especially at wide receiver.
- After a nice first half where he was the only reliable receiver, what happened to greg Ward in the seond half?
- I'm tired of Darby, Peters and Vitai, among many. Just go away.
- Is the Eagle organization "soft?" Are they still living off their Super bowl glory?
- Ex-Eagle Mychel Kendrick played well for Seattle at linebacker. Receiver D. K. Metcalf, who the birds passed over in favor of Orceta-Whiteside last spring in the draft, dropped a few catches but also made a few. He's big, speedy and looks like he has potential to be really good.
- Does Wentz need a new quarterback coach? He's clearly regressing and seems to have lost his confidence.Is his coach similar to ex- Phillies' pitching coach Chris Young? Under his helm, the Phils' young hurlers were not improving at all.
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- The play-calling was again questionable, especially a third down call in the 3rd quarter, with less than a yard to go. Doug Pederson, instead of calling a quarterback sneak and picking up a first down on Seattle's 20-yard-line, they get stuffed on a trap play, then turn the ball over with a missed pass on 4th down.
- Is it time to sign Antonio Brown once he is cleared by the NFL?
- Why did the Eagles play the "Fly Eagles Fly" fight song after a meaningless touchdown with only a few seconds left in the game? Hardly anyone was left in the stadium. Plus who feels like singing a fight song after that pathetic performance?
- A lateral by safety Rodney McCloud shows that the defense didn't trust the offense to score points.
- The offense was vanilla once again. No imagination, no trick plays. In fact, the Eagles were burned again by a trick play from the opposition.
-The fans have a right to boo Wentz and the team. If Wentz is the savior in Philadelphia and makes the big bucks, he needs to accept the boos. Hopefully the fans will spur him on and motivate him, not discourage Wentz.
- With the loss the Birds drop to 5-6. Luckily, Dallas also lost, falling to 6-5. Looks like the season will come down to Sunday, December 22 when the cowboys visit the Linc. If the Eagles are not up for that game, payback time after Dallas embarrassed the Birds earlier in the season, they don't deserve to win the NFC East and get into the playoffs.
Very winnable games against 2-9 losers the Dolphins, Giants and Redskins should make the Eagles 8-6 going into the cowboy game. But the Eagles need to play better or else the unthinkable will happen- losing a game before the Dallas game, making that key contest mute.
Sunday, November 24, 2019
book- music
(Place on page 272 after para 7 - Christmas)
As always, music helped to heal my soul. Music always eased my pain, both physically and when my heart ached. Music soothed the hurt in my heart whenever I thought of Mom.
I loved the Richard Marx- Alison Krauss song, "Straight From My Heart", as much as it made me cry. But maybe that was a good thing. The song helped me cope.And after refusing to cry when she died, it was time get in touch with my feelings so I could move on.
"I will always be...better for you loving me... better for the times we shared..that travel with me everywhere. And I will always try..to hold my head up to the sky..if only just to let you know..that Straight From My Heart, I still miss you so."
Beautiful lyrics which meant so much, no matter how many times I closed my eyes and allowed the song to seep into my soul.
As always, music helped to heal my soul. Music always eased my pain, both physically and when my heart ached. Music soothed the hurt in my heart whenever I thought of Mom.
I loved the Richard Marx- Alison Krauss song, "Straight From My Heart", as much as it made me cry. But maybe that was a good thing. The song helped me cope.And after refusing to cry when she died, it was time get in touch with my feelings so I could move on.
"I will always be...better for you loving me... better for the times we shared..that travel with me everywhere. And I will always try..to hold my head up to the sky..if only just to let you know..that Straight From My Heart, I still miss you so."
Beautiful lyrics which meant so much, no matter how many times I closed my eyes and allowed the song to seep into my soul.
Saturday, November 23, 2019
REVIEWS- MISTER ROGERS & JOHN CLEESE
Two recent reviews...
Movie- It's A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood. ***
The newest Tom Hanks movie is playing at the historic Colonial Theater here in Phoenixville. It's playing in the smaller White Rabbit theater, not the older and larger main theater. Frozen II is playing there. However, don't let that deceive you. "Neighborhood" should get it's fair share of attention once word of mouth gets around about the film, as well as all the positive reviews so far ( The film got a 97% score on the Rotten Tomatoes website).
The movie stars Hanks as Fred Rogers, A.K.A. Mister Rogers, the long-time host of the children's PBS program called "Mister Roger's Neighborhood." I'm sure Hanks well get a much-deserved Best Actor nomination in January. He embodies Mister Rogers perfectly in mannerisms, very close in voice, and at certain angles, is even a dead ringer for the late host.
The flick isn't so much a biopic as it is about the effect Mister Rogers had on others around him. A reporter from Esquire Magazine in New York is assigned to do a brief story on a hero, specifically Mister Rogers in Pittsburgh. The saintly celebrity has a positive influence on the cynical, angry young reporter, who is harboring deep-seeded feelings against his elderly father, for abandoning his dying mother for other women.
The reporter is taught to forgive from Mister Roger's examples.The film is "inspired" from a true story and a real magazine article. The story is often moving, sweet and touching, never descending into syrupy schmaltz.
Sometimes genuinely good people do exist, as hard as that is to believe, especially in today's world. Mister Rogers was not a saint; he was merely a good, kind person who probed feelings and touched those around him.
I was too old by the time Mister Rogers started his daily program in 1969. But I always was impressed by the simplicity of his children's show and his soft, easy-going approach to kids.
Too bad Mister Rogers isn't around today, when we need him most of all. Maybe PBS will reruns his show someday. It wasn't time-sensitive and could be repeated with today's generation of children. The basic message is the same as it was 50 years ago- love and kindness always win out in the end.
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John Cleese at the XCite Center in Parx Casino ***
It was good to see 80-year-old john Cleese in person. He took the stage for 90 minutes by himself and captivated the sold-out crowd in Bensalem, Pa. He has such a familar, soothing voice, and winning, zany sense of humor that one wished the show were a bit longer.
Cleese basically talks about his life, sitting in a chair and chatting, like a chat over afternoon tea. He tells jokes, offers puns and mostly reminisces about life in general. Helping him along is a slide show of photos, as well as film clips of his work, everything from his early Monty Python days to his Python movies ( "Monty Python and the Holy Grail") and solo films ("A Fish Called Wonda").
It was a delightful and funny 90 minutes. Even if one wasn't a die-hard Python fanatic ( that's me), the show would still be enjoyable just for the fact that Cleese is such an engaging fellow.
It's good to appreciate such icons while they are still around. Maybe the Pythons will reunite again down the road for a film or shows? Til then, we have treasures like Cleese to keep us smiling like no one else can.
Movie- It's A Beautiful Day In The Neighborhood. ***
The newest Tom Hanks movie is playing at the historic Colonial Theater here in Phoenixville. It's playing in the smaller White Rabbit theater, not the older and larger main theater. Frozen II is playing there. However, don't let that deceive you. "Neighborhood" should get it's fair share of attention once word of mouth gets around about the film, as well as all the positive reviews so far ( The film got a 97% score on the Rotten Tomatoes website).
The movie stars Hanks as Fred Rogers, A.K.A. Mister Rogers, the long-time host of the children's PBS program called "Mister Roger's Neighborhood." I'm sure Hanks well get a much-deserved Best Actor nomination in January. He embodies Mister Rogers perfectly in mannerisms, very close in voice, and at certain angles, is even a dead ringer for the late host.
The flick isn't so much a biopic as it is about the effect Mister Rogers had on others around him. A reporter from Esquire Magazine in New York is assigned to do a brief story on a hero, specifically Mister Rogers in Pittsburgh. The saintly celebrity has a positive influence on the cynical, angry young reporter, who is harboring deep-seeded feelings against his elderly father, for abandoning his dying mother for other women.
The reporter is taught to forgive from Mister Roger's examples.The film is "inspired" from a true story and a real magazine article. The story is often moving, sweet and touching, never descending into syrupy schmaltz.
Sometimes genuinely good people do exist, as hard as that is to believe, especially in today's world. Mister Rogers was not a saint; he was merely a good, kind person who probed feelings and touched those around him.
I was too old by the time Mister Rogers started his daily program in 1969. But I always was impressed by the simplicity of his children's show and his soft, easy-going approach to kids.
Too bad Mister Rogers isn't around today, when we need him most of all. Maybe PBS will reruns his show someday. It wasn't time-sensitive and could be repeated with today's generation of children. The basic message is the same as it was 50 years ago- love and kindness always win out in the end.
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John Cleese at the XCite Center in Parx Casino ***
It was good to see 80-year-old john Cleese in person. He took the stage for 90 minutes by himself and captivated the sold-out crowd in Bensalem, Pa. He has such a familar, soothing voice, and winning, zany sense of humor that one wished the show were a bit longer.
Cleese basically talks about his life, sitting in a chair and chatting, like a chat over afternoon tea. He tells jokes, offers puns and mostly reminisces about life in general. Helping him along is a slide show of photos, as well as film clips of his work, everything from his early Monty Python days to his Python movies ( "Monty Python and the Holy Grail") and solo films ("A Fish Called Wonda").
It was a delightful and funny 90 minutes. Even if one wasn't a die-hard Python fanatic ( that's me), the show would still be enjoyable just for the fact that Cleese is such an engaging fellow.
It's good to appreciate such icons while they are still around. Maybe the Pythons will reunite again down the road for a film or shows? Til then, we have treasures like Cleese to keep us smiling like no one else can.
Thursday, November 21, 2019
PHILLY SPORTS CORNER- EAGLES PICK
- The 5-5 Eagles play another home game this Sunday hosting the 8-2 Seattle Seahawks. Seattle is 5-0 on the road this year, and undefeated in 1:00 games. The time difference and travel doesn't seem to bother the Seahawks.
Meanwhile the Birds, who lost to New England last week, need this game to stay with Dallas in NFC East. Chances are good that the Cowboys will lose to the Patriots this Sunday in New England,so a Philadelphia win is needed. The season should come down to the key second match-up between the Eagles and Dallas on December 22.
The best chance for the playoffs would be to win the division. that would mean a playoff home game. Beating Seattle could mean a tie-breaker advantage for the birds, but depending on a wild card spot could be risky for Philly.
The Seahawk defense isn't as good as the New England defense. And the Birds don't often lose two home games in a row. The weather shouldn't play a factor. The crowd will be loud, as usual, maybe even more so, knowing this is another important game.
QB Carson Wentz must play better. But he also needs weapons to throw to. Nelson Agholor has a bum knee and may not play. Expect rookie J.J. Arceta-Whiteside to step up this week. Inured players Jordan Howard and Alshon Jeffery may return on Sunday.
Seattle can't go undefeated on the road. Turnovers and penalties will be key factors, as always. Stopping Seahawk quarterback Russell Wilson, or at least limiting his effectiveness, will be important. Wilson is a scrambler and can beat defenses with his feet and his arm. Seems like since Wilson has been in the league he has often been trouble for the Birds.
Still, I like the Eagles in a close one. Seattle seems to always play close games. This one shouldn't be different.
Eagles 31 Seahawks 27
Meanwhile the Birds, who lost to New England last week, need this game to stay with Dallas in NFC East. Chances are good that the Cowboys will lose to the Patriots this Sunday in New England,so a Philadelphia win is needed. The season should come down to the key second match-up between the Eagles and Dallas on December 22.
The best chance for the playoffs would be to win the division. that would mean a playoff home game. Beating Seattle could mean a tie-breaker advantage for the birds, but depending on a wild card spot could be risky for Philly.
The Seahawk defense isn't as good as the New England defense. And the Birds don't often lose two home games in a row. The weather shouldn't play a factor. The crowd will be loud, as usual, maybe even more so, knowing this is another important game.
QB Carson Wentz must play better. But he also needs weapons to throw to. Nelson Agholor has a bum knee and may not play. Expect rookie J.J. Arceta-Whiteside to step up this week. Inured players Jordan Howard and Alshon Jeffery may return on Sunday.
Seattle can't go undefeated on the road. Turnovers and penalties will be key factors, as always. Stopping Seahawk quarterback Russell Wilson, or at least limiting his effectiveness, will be important. Wilson is a scrambler and can beat defenses with his feet and his arm. Seems like since Wilson has been in the league he has often been trouble for the Birds.
Still, I like the Eagles in a close one. Seattle seems to always play close games. This one shouldn't be different.
Eagles 31 Seahawks 27
Tuesday, November 19, 2019
PHILLY SPORTS CORNER- EAGLES WRAP-UP
I was at the windy, chilly Linc on Sunday, watching the disappointing Eagles 17-10 loss to New England. With the defeat the Birds dropped to 5-5 and the Patriots rose to 9-1.
- The Eagles offense was woefully stale and boring. Without key injured players, QB Carson Wentz had few weapons to target. When the receivers were open Wentz often tossed bad passes. Especially down the stretch, with a chance to tie the game in the final seconds, Wentz came up small, trying to baby the football. He both over-threw and under-threw receivers in the last drive.
The very last play was near our seats. Nelson had his hands on a last-second touchdown pass ( Why did the New England corner backs allow Agholor get so open behind the secondary?). It would've been a spectacular catch that a professional wide-out can make to win the game.
- The Seattle game this week is a much more important game for the Eagles to win. It's a conference game and a possible wild card tie-breaker. Beating QB Russell Wilson will be a challenge. The Birds always seem to have problems containing scrambling quarterbacks like Wilson.
It can be said that the Seahawks may have trouble adjusting to the time difference. The 1:00 p.m. start is 1o in the morning back in Seattle. Add to the travel fatigue and one would think the home Birds have an advantage. Not so. Seattle does surprisingly well in East Coast early games.
- I've been to other Eagle games where the crowd was more juiced up. The fans hated Tom Brady and Head Coach Bill Belichek. They booed lustily. Tom Brady was just mediocre. It was frustrating to have a shot st beating New England and not take advantage.
Maybe it was the weather or a lackluster build-up to the New England game. Surely the Dallas game on December 22 will be wild, when the division should be on the line.
- Boston Scott had problems fielding punts. Why not use Agholor on punts? He was great at returning punts for USC in college.
- The Patriots were much more innovated with their offense, using trick plays, reverses and a hurry-up offense. Without their usual receivers the Eagles had more reason to try a trick play or two to surprise the Pats.
- My Eagles- Seahawks pick will be on Thursday.
- The Eagles offense was woefully stale and boring. Without key injured players, QB Carson Wentz had few weapons to target. When the receivers were open Wentz often tossed bad passes. Especially down the stretch, with a chance to tie the game in the final seconds, Wentz came up small, trying to baby the football. He both over-threw and under-threw receivers in the last drive.
The very last play was near our seats. Nelson had his hands on a last-second touchdown pass ( Why did the New England corner backs allow Agholor get so open behind the secondary?). It would've been a spectacular catch that a professional wide-out can make to win the game.
- The Seattle game this week is a much more important game for the Eagles to win. It's a conference game and a possible wild card tie-breaker. Beating QB Russell Wilson will be a challenge. The Birds always seem to have problems containing scrambling quarterbacks like Wilson.
It can be said that the Seahawks may have trouble adjusting to the time difference. The 1:00 p.m. start is 1o in the morning back in Seattle. Add to the travel fatigue and one would think the home Birds have an advantage. Not so. Seattle does surprisingly well in East Coast early games.
- I've been to other Eagle games where the crowd was more juiced up. The fans hated Tom Brady and Head Coach Bill Belichek. They booed lustily. Tom Brady was just mediocre. It was frustrating to have a shot st beating New England and not take advantage.
Maybe it was the weather or a lackluster build-up to the New England game. Surely the Dallas game on December 22 will be wild, when the division should be on the line.
- Boston Scott had problems fielding punts. Why not use Agholor on punts? He was great at returning punts for USC in college.
- The Patriots were much more innovated with their offense, using trick plays, reverses and a hurry-up offense. Without their usual receivers the Eagles had more reason to try a trick play or two to surprise the Pats.
- My Eagles- Seahawks pick will be on Thursday.
Monday, November 18, 2019
Book- Disability Rights
( Page 313- Delete para starting with My hope.. Instead, insert following..)
Hopefully the rest of the world catches up in regards to accessibility and disability rights. But there is still work to do in this country. I continue to be an activist for people with disabilities, including myself.
For instance, I love the Philadelphia Eagles and love going to their games at Lincoln Financial Field. However, in many parts of the stadium, their so-called "handicapped seating" areas are not foolproof when it comes to accessibility.
I was at a game with Holly ( who no longer "hates" football) and a group of college-age guys stood in front of our area and wouldn't sit down. We couldn't see the field, even though we were sitting in the place we are supposed to sit in, trying to enjoy the game like every other fan.
Instead of asking these guys to please sit down ( they stood even when the rest of the fans around us were sitting, especially during time-outs) and risk getting beer splashed all over me, I thought I did the right thing and asked the female security guard, who was standing behind us in the handicapped section, to do something.
Her response was "They have a right to stand up." Yes, but Holly and I also have a right to see the action. If they want to stand all during the game, then buy a ticket in the standing room only section of the stadium.
Maybe my letter to the Eagles' owner will change attitudes so everyone- disabled or not- can enjoy the game. Change starts with awareness and I've found that writing emails ( or letters with pen and paper) are an effective way to increase awareness and cause positive chance to occur.
Hopefully the rest of the world catches up in regards to accessibility and disability rights. But there is still work to do in this country. I continue to be an activist for people with disabilities, including myself.
For instance, I love the Philadelphia Eagles and love going to their games at Lincoln Financial Field. However, in many parts of the stadium, their so-called "handicapped seating" areas are not foolproof when it comes to accessibility.
I was at a game with Holly ( who no longer "hates" football) and a group of college-age guys stood in front of our area and wouldn't sit down. We couldn't see the field, even though we were sitting in the place we are supposed to sit in, trying to enjoy the game like every other fan.
Instead of asking these guys to please sit down ( they stood even when the rest of the fans around us were sitting, especially during time-outs) and risk getting beer splashed all over me, I thought I did the right thing and asked the female security guard, who was standing behind us in the handicapped section, to do something.
Her response was "They have a right to stand up." Yes, but Holly and I also have a right to see the action. If they want to stand all during the game, then buy a ticket in the standing room only section of the stadium.
Maybe my letter to the Eagles' owner will change attitudes so everyone- disabled or not- can enjoy the game. Change starts with awareness and I've found that writing emails ( or letters with pen and paper) are an effective way to increase awareness and cause positive chance to occur.
Friday, November 15, 2019
book- song
( Delete from para starting with "Finally.." on page 333. Then add following..)
Here we are, back to music again, this time to end my story. I recently found a song by the late Jim Croce that I can really identify with, especially now, as the years go by.
The final song on Jim's final album is called "The Hard Way Every Time." It sums up my life perfectly.
The melody is hauntingly beautiful. But the lyrics capture my attention most of all.
Croce looks back on his own life in the lyrics. He endured "more than a couple of falls" and while "chasing what I thought were moonbeams" he had "run into a couple of walls."
Croce weighs the successes and failures of his life, writing "if you don't bend, well, those are the breaks." In other words, you have to take the bad with the good. No regrets. Live life to it's fullest each and every day.
The words mean so much when one considers Jim's fate soon atfer writing "The Hard Way Every Time." He tragically died in a plane crash in 1973.
In the end, while "looking back at the faces I've seen," he considers, all in all, "I wouldn't have done it any other way."
Me too. The broken bones made me a stronger person. The happiness and love in my life overshadowed the pain. So it's true- I wouldn't have done it any other way.
Here we are, back to music again, this time to end my story. I recently found a song by the late Jim Croce that I can really identify with, especially now, as the years go by.
The final song on Jim's final album is called "The Hard Way Every Time." It sums up my life perfectly.
The melody is hauntingly beautiful. But the lyrics capture my attention most of all.
Croce looks back on his own life in the lyrics. He endured "more than a couple of falls" and while "chasing what I thought were moonbeams" he had "run into a couple of walls."
Croce weighs the successes and failures of his life, writing "if you don't bend, well, those are the breaks." In other words, you have to take the bad with the good. No regrets. Live life to it's fullest each and every day.
The words mean so much when one considers Jim's fate soon atfer writing "The Hard Way Every Time." He tragically died in a plane crash in 1973.
In the end, while "looking back at the faces I've seen," he considers, all in all, "I wouldn't have done it any other way."
Me too. The broken bones made me a stronger person. The happiness and love in my life overshadowed the pain. So it's true- I wouldn't have done it any other way.
Unbreakable
(Place on page 307 at bottom)
"Unbreakable" was the first film I ever saw that dealt with OI. I remember reading how the director and writer of the movie, M. Night Shymalan, was always fascinated by the condition. So, he wrote "Mr. Glass" into a pair of movies- "Unbreakable" and "Glass."
I was blown away to see the condition depicted on the silver screen. Any sort of increased awareness is great. I left the theater happy to be the real "Mr. Glass."
"Unbreakable" was the first film I ever saw that dealt with OI. I remember reading how the director and writer of the movie, M. Night Shymalan, was always fascinated by the condition. So, he wrote "Mr. Glass" into a pair of movies- "Unbreakable" and "Glass."
I was blown away to see the condition depicted on the silver screen. Any sort of increased awareness is great. I left the theater happy to be the real "Mr. Glass."
book- pain 2
(Place on page 302 next to last para.)
My pain management doctor may be the most important physician I see on a regular basis. Now my pain is mostly from stress fractures and arthritis. It's a constant trial-and-error process of what med works to relieve pain and what doesn't. I never did like to take the hard stuff, like Percocet, mainly because of the side effects ( especially constipation). So, it's normally something to "take the edge off" the pain, not something that will knock me out or make me woozy the next day.
I'm glad there are pain management doctors now. I'm also glad pain is taken more seriously compared to when I was a child. OI is tough enough to deal with. There is no reason to be in constant pain anymore. No reason to be brave and try to "tough it out." After a lifetime of so much hurt, there is no reason to hurt anymore.
Nowadays my doctors listen more. They rely on me to tell them how I feel. OI is still a rare animal in the scheme of things. It's important for doctors to listen and trust their OI patients. We are the only ones who know how it feels.
My pain management doctor may be the most important physician I see on a regular basis. Now my pain is mostly from stress fractures and arthritis. It's a constant trial-and-error process of what med works to relieve pain and what doesn't. I never did like to take the hard stuff, like Percocet, mainly because of the side effects ( especially constipation). So, it's normally something to "take the edge off" the pain, not something that will knock me out or make me woozy the next day.
I'm glad there are pain management doctors now. I'm also glad pain is taken more seriously compared to when I was a child. OI is tough enough to deal with. There is no reason to be in constant pain anymore. No reason to be brave and try to "tough it out." After a lifetime of so much hurt, there is no reason to hurt anymore.
Nowadays my doctors listen more. They rely on me to tell them how I feel. OI is still a rare animal in the scheme of things. It's important for doctors to listen and trust their OI patients. We are the only ones who know how it feels.
Book- pain
(Place on page 6 after para. 2).
Back in those days there wasn't the different pain medicine or even pain specialists as there is now. I vaguely remember taking Tylenol with codeine later in life when the pain was really bad, otherwise I honestly can't recall taking much meds. Maybe the philosophy in those Dark Ages was to "tough it out." I grew almost immune to the aching and pain after a fracture. Still, it hurt, but pain management wasn't even a consideration during my childhood years.
Literally, if I had pain, two aspirin were supposed to do the trick, and maybe only one for a kid. Otherwise, I had to deal with the pain on my own.
Back in those days there wasn't the different pain medicine or even pain specialists as there is now. I vaguely remember taking Tylenol with codeine later in life when the pain was really bad, otherwise I honestly can't recall taking much meds. Maybe the philosophy in those Dark Ages was to "tough it out." I grew almost immune to the aching and pain after a fracture. Still, it hurt, but pain management wasn't even a consideration during my childhood years.
Literally, if I had pain, two aspirin were supposed to do the trick, and maybe only one for a kid. Otherwise, I had to deal with the pain on my own.
Book-Foreward
(Place following in Foreword section, after para. 4 "after all..")
Although I hope to take the reader inside my world, to feel what it is like to be "in my skin," to break bones and feel the fear, anxiety and pain of fractures, this story is really about the heroes around me- my parents, my family, my friends, my co-workers, my doctors and other special people in my life- both now and in my past. It is for those who prayed for me, took care of me, supported me, encouraged me, guided me, and loved me. I thank them with all my heart, as without them, I would not be here today.
Although I hope to take the reader inside my world, to feel what it is like to be "in my skin," to break bones and feel the fear, anxiety and pain of fractures, this story is really about the heroes around me- my parents, my family, my friends, my co-workers, my doctors and other special people in my life- both now and in my past. It is for those who prayed for me, took care of me, supported me, encouraged me, guided me, and loved me. I thank them with all my heart, as without them, I would not be here today.
Thursday, November 14, 2019
PHILLY SPORTS CORNER- EAGLES P[ICK, SIXERS, PHILLIES, FLYERS
- The Eagles play the New England Patriots Sunday afternoon at Lincoln Financial Field. I'll be there, my first time seeing the great Tom Brady in person.
Philly is the more desperate team at home. The Birds are 5-4, tied with Dallas for 1st place in NFC East. A loss wouldn't kill the Eagles but a win puts them in a good position, with Seattle on tap next week.
Look for the Eagles to run the ball more. Safe screen passes and quick slants will be Carson Wentz' game. As always, limiting penalties and turnovers will be key.
Controlling the ball and keeping it away from Brady will be a must. So is getting off to a fast start, something the Birds have not done so far this season.
Getting a pass rush on Brady will be big. Knocking him down when he can't be sacked will cause Brady to hurry his throws. Pressure is key.
New England losing two in a row is almost unheard of. Plus I still don't trust the Eagles after their awful showing in Dallas a few weeks ago.
Weather won't be a factor. The crowd should be nuts, with Patriot haters in abundance. The Birds need to keep the New England defense honest by throwing deep..but to who?
I like the Eagles to win, 23-21.
By the way, next week's contest vs the Seahawks has been flexed back to 1:00 p.m. Good news for the Eagles. Seattle is one of the best teams playing in prime time. The 1:00 start is 10:00 a.m. in Seattle, however the Seahawks have been one of the best teams dealing with the time difference.
Seattle has been a good team for a long time. They are a well-run organization. The Philadelphia game will be huge in regards to wild card spots and seeding in the NFC.
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Embarrassing loss by the Sixers last night in Orlando. Joel Embiid did not play because of "load management." He rested while his teammates got destroyed in the 4th quarter.
This is the second straight game in which the 76ers have played down to their competition. I didn't like this team going into the season because 1) Brett Brown is still head coach and 2) they don't have many shooters.
Not resigning both Jimmy Butler and J.J. Reddick looks like a mistake. Both provided leadership and scoring.
Meanwhile The Celtics have gotten off to a sizzling 9-1 start, their only defeat on Opening Night vs the Sixers.
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The General Managers Meetings are still taking place, with no notable names being traded so far. Someone will break the ice/ No free agents signings, either. Sad for the fans, who used to enjoy hot stove news . Now players don't sign until early spring, right before spring training begins.
One note: rookie sensation Alex Bohn did have a great showing in the Arizona Fall League. Is he ready to take the open third base job in Philadelphia or does he need more seasoning in triple AAA?It is an important decision, as the rest of the winter will hinge on the main question: is Bohm ready to make the step to the majors or will the Phils find a temporary third baseman ( Josh Donaldson or Mike Moustakus)?
Pitching will be the main focus, and the Phils are set to gear in on Garrit Cole, Madison Baumgarner, to name a few.
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The Flyers; 4-game winning streak was snapped last night in a shoot-out with the Stanley Cup champion Washington Capitals. Carter Hart was again strong for the Flyers in the net.They did earn a point in the standings.Their next game is Friday night in Ottawa against the Senators,
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Philly is the more desperate team at home. The Birds are 5-4, tied with Dallas for 1st place in NFC East. A loss wouldn't kill the Eagles but a win puts them in a good position, with Seattle on tap next week.
Look for the Eagles to run the ball more. Safe screen passes and quick slants will be Carson Wentz' game. As always, limiting penalties and turnovers will be key.
Controlling the ball and keeping it away from Brady will be a must. So is getting off to a fast start, something the Birds have not done so far this season.
Getting a pass rush on Brady will be big. Knocking him down when he can't be sacked will cause Brady to hurry his throws. Pressure is key.
New England losing two in a row is almost unheard of. Plus I still don't trust the Eagles after their awful showing in Dallas a few weeks ago.
Weather won't be a factor. The crowd should be nuts, with Patriot haters in abundance. The Birds need to keep the New England defense honest by throwing deep..but to who?
I like the Eagles to win, 23-21.
By the way, next week's contest vs the Seahawks has been flexed back to 1:00 p.m. Good news for the Eagles. Seattle is one of the best teams playing in prime time. The 1:00 start is 10:00 a.m. in Seattle, however the Seahawks have been one of the best teams dealing with the time difference.
Seattle has been a good team for a long time. They are a well-run organization. The Philadelphia game will be huge in regards to wild card spots and seeding in the NFC.
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Embarrassing loss by the Sixers last night in Orlando. Joel Embiid did not play because of "load management." He rested while his teammates got destroyed in the 4th quarter.
This is the second straight game in which the 76ers have played down to their competition. I didn't like this team going into the season because 1) Brett Brown is still head coach and 2) they don't have many shooters.
Not resigning both Jimmy Butler and J.J. Reddick looks like a mistake. Both provided leadership and scoring.
Meanwhile The Celtics have gotten off to a sizzling 9-1 start, their only defeat on Opening Night vs the Sixers.
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The General Managers Meetings are still taking place, with no notable names being traded so far. Someone will break the ice/ No free agents signings, either. Sad for the fans, who used to enjoy hot stove news . Now players don't sign until early spring, right before spring training begins.
One note: rookie sensation Alex Bohn did have a great showing in the Arizona Fall League. Is he ready to take the open third base job in Philadelphia or does he need more seasoning in triple AAA?It is an important decision, as the rest of the winter will hinge on the main question: is Bohm ready to make the step to the majors or will the Phils find a temporary third baseman ( Josh Donaldson or Mike Moustakus)?
Pitching will be the main focus, and the Phils are set to gear in on Garrit Cole, Madison Baumgarner, to name a few.
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The Flyers; 4-game winning streak was snapped last night in a shoot-out with the Stanley Cup champion Washington Capitals. Carter Hart was again strong for the Flyers in the net.They did earn a point in the standings.Their next game is Friday night in Ottawa against the Senators,
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Tuesday, November 12, 2019
Book-Family
(Page 256, Para. 7...Delete para from "True feelings" to end.. then add following_
It hurt because I was close to my siblings. We went to ballgames and concerts together. They were always there for me if I needed someone. Now it was like we were strangers. I could understand their feelings about Mom and her well-being, but I couldn't understand the deep-seeded resentment that was coming out during family discussions.
It hurt because I was close to my siblings. We went to ballgames and concerts together. They were always there for me if I needed someone. Now it was like we were strangers. I could understand their feelings about Mom and her well-being, but I couldn't understand the deep-seeded resentment that was coming out during family discussions.
Monday, November 11, 2019
PHILLY SPORTS CORNER- NFL, FLYERS, SIXERS, PHILLIES
The Eagles were off this weekend on their bye. Still, they improved in the standings.
Dallas lost at home to Minnesota, falling into a 1st place tie with Philly at 5-4. The key game of the season will be on December 22 when the Cowboys invade the Linc to play the Birds. Since Dallas won the first meeting, the Eagles will absolutely need this game to be in the playoff picture. Dallas is 4-0 in the NFC East. The Eagles' best bet for the playoffs is to win the East. Too many good teams in the NFC to count on a wild card spot.
Right now, the playoffs look like this in the NFC:
Division Winners:
Dallas
Green Bay
New Orleans
San Francisco
Wild Cards:
Seattle
Minnesota
The Eagles could run the table and go 12-4. But that would mean beating both New England and Seattle at home in the next two weeks. 12-4 would win the NFC East ( Dallas would have at least five losses).
Would 11-5 get into the playoffs? 10-6? The Eagles beat Green Bay but lost to Minnesota, if we are talking about tie-breakers. The Seahawk game is actually a bigger game than Sundays' Patriots clash. Beating Seattle would go a long way to getting at least a wild card spot.
Beating the Pats this week keeps the train rolling and allows Philly to see where they stack up against a powerful foe. It's Tom Brady vs Carson Wentz. It's a show-down rematch of Super Bowl VII. It's a monster national game, but in the playoff scheme of things, the Seattle game next week is more important to win.
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The Flyers are red hot, winning 4 in a row and getting off to their best start in 8 years. The goalie duo of Carter Hart and Brian Elliot are both playing well so far. They are 10-5-2 overall, 5-1-1 at home. With 22 points, they are 7 points behind division-leading Washington.
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The Sixers beat Charlotte at home last night but they seemed to have a road trip hangover with a lackluster victory. Center Joel Embiid still seems out of shape, logging 18 points and 9 rebounds. After a poor Western swing, the team is 6-3.
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The Baseball General Manager Meetings begin today. Trades may be made this week, as well as free agent signings. In likely hood, this week will serve to lay the groundwork for deals later in the winter, perhaps at the Winter Meetings in December.The Phillies still seek pitching, as they have a lot of work to do this off-season for 2020.
Dallas lost at home to Minnesota, falling into a 1st place tie with Philly at 5-4. The key game of the season will be on December 22 when the Cowboys invade the Linc to play the Birds. Since Dallas won the first meeting, the Eagles will absolutely need this game to be in the playoff picture. Dallas is 4-0 in the NFC East. The Eagles' best bet for the playoffs is to win the East. Too many good teams in the NFC to count on a wild card spot.
Right now, the playoffs look like this in the NFC:
Division Winners:
Dallas
Green Bay
New Orleans
San Francisco
Wild Cards:
Seattle
Minnesota
The Eagles could run the table and go 12-4. But that would mean beating both New England and Seattle at home in the next two weeks. 12-4 would win the NFC East ( Dallas would have at least five losses).
Would 11-5 get into the playoffs? 10-6? The Eagles beat Green Bay but lost to Minnesota, if we are talking about tie-breakers. The Seahawk game is actually a bigger game than Sundays' Patriots clash. Beating Seattle would go a long way to getting at least a wild card spot.
Beating the Pats this week keeps the train rolling and allows Philly to see where they stack up against a powerful foe. It's Tom Brady vs Carson Wentz. It's a show-down rematch of Super Bowl VII. It's a monster national game, but in the playoff scheme of things, the Seattle game next week is more important to win.
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The Flyers are red hot, winning 4 in a row and getting off to their best start in 8 years. The goalie duo of Carter Hart and Brian Elliot are both playing well so far. They are 10-5-2 overall, 5-1-1 at home. With 22 points, they are 7 points behind division-leading Washington.
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The Sixers beat Charlotte at home last night but they seemed to have a road trip hangover with a lackluster victory. Center Joel Embiid still seems out of shape, logging 18 points and 9 rebounds. After a poor Western swing, the team is 6-3.
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The Baseball General Manager Meetings begin today. Trades may be made this week, as well as free agent signings. In likely hood, this week will serve to lay the groundwork for deals later in the winter, perhaps at the Winter Meetings in December.The Phillies still seek pitching, as they have a lot of work to do this off-season for 2020.
Thursday, November 7, 2019
Book- Cab fight
(Place at the end of p. 25 or beginning of p. 26)
When angry Donnie picked a fight with someone in the backseat, usually Sy, Timmy was there to break it up. They would argue about the most stupid things, like who was better, Mickey Mantle or Willie Mays.
"I'll slap you down!" threatened Donnie.
"Go ahead and try!" Sy retorted from the other side of the backseat. He knew Donnie couldn't reach him, let alone had the strength to do hardly anything physical.
"I'll slap you both down! How do you like that?" Tim said, settling the matter.
The truth was, no one could slap anyone down in the cab. It was all talk. You had a kid with MS flailing away at another guy with MD, as Timmy took the brunt of the shots, and Joe, the ultimate boss, telling everyone to "calm down or else you'll have to walk to school!" That wasn't going to happen, either.
Most of the time everyone would be back to "normal" by the time we reached school. And there was no ratting on each other once we got home. What happened in the cab stayed in the cab.
The cab was a place where the guys could be tough, have an opinion yet, in the end, forgive until the next ride. All things we couldn't do at home. At home we were merely thought of as "handicapped kids." In the cab we were like everyone else- at least for a while.
When angry Donnie picked a fight with someone in the backseat, usually Sy, Timmy was there to break it up. They would argue about the most stupid things, like who was better, Mickey Mantle or Willie Mays.
"I'll slap you down!" threatened Donnie.
"Go ahead and try!" Sy retorted from the other side of the backseat. He knew Donnie couldn't reach him, let alone had the strength to do hardly anything physical.
"I'll slap you both down! How do you like that?" Tim said, settling the matter.
The truth was, no one could slap anyone down in the cab. It was all talk. You had a kid with MS flailing away at another guy with MD, as Timmy took the brunt of the shots, and Joe, the ultimate boss, telling everyone to "calm down or else you'll have to walk to school!" That wasn't going to happen, either.
Most of the time everyone would be back to "normal" by the time we reached school. And there was no ratting on each other once we got home. What happened in the cab stayed in the cab.
The cab was a place where the guys could be tough, have an opinion yet, in the end, forgive until the next ride. All things we couldn't do at home. At home we were merely thought of as "handicapped kids." In the cab we were like everyone else- at least for a while.
Wednesday, November 6, 2019
PHILLY SPORTS CORNER- EAGLES, SIXERS, FLYERS, PHILLIES
- The DeSean Jackson situation continues to dominate the local sports scene.
There is the question of whether D-Jax should've had the surgery sooner to fix the torn core muscle in his stomach. The answer now is yes, if Jackson had the surgery back in September most likely he would be back playing by now. So, we can blame Jackson himself for refusing to go under the knife; we can blame the Eagles' doctors for perhaps giving him false hope that he might be fine by letting the injury heal itself with physical therapy; and we can blame the Eagles front office for not demanding that Jackson have the required surgery.
None of this matters now, as Jackson tried to come back last Sunday and re injured the muscle. He had surgery yesterday to finally repair the damage. He will be out until the playoffs, possibly longer. The real questions lie with the Eagles, specifically GM Howie Rossman.
Why was Jackson cleared to be one week before the bye? Why not give him an extra week to heal? If Jackson was going to play again before the bye, why not play him against Minnesota or Buffalo, before the trade deadline? That way, if Jackson re-aggravated the injured, Rossman had time to sign or trade for another quality receiver.
Now, the pickings are slim. Retreads like Jordan Mathews are being considered. Reportedly, Torry Smith was asked to come out of retirement by the Birds ( he refused). Even bad guy Antonio Brown has been considered.
Several receivers were traded before the deadline but Rossman passed. Josh Gordon went for nothing to Seattle. Was the Philadelphia front office and medical staff so sure that Jackson would return that they totally screwed-up getting someone else, just in case?
Rossman is very protective of his draft picks yet he is a poor drafter and talent evaluator. He did take a receiver from Stanford (Orcega-Whiteside)in the 3nd round last spring who can't get on the field. Meanwhile, his core of main receivers, including Jeffery and Agholor, have played poorly.
Meanwhile the Birds sit at 5-4 on the season. After games with the Patriots and Seahawks at home, they have an easy schedule down the stretch, with games against such light-weights as the Redskins, Giants and Dolphins on tap. Plus the rematch against the hated Cowboys.
The Eagles need immediate help at receiver. Either that or their current wide-outs need to step up. Or, the offense needs to run the ball more and focus on the tight ends. The big play capability would be limited.
It will be interesting to see what Coach Pederson and Rossman come up with by next week.
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Joel Embiid returns tonight for the Sixers as they continue their western road trip, stopping in Utah to play the Jazz. Embiid was out two games and the team went 1-1 without him, losing their first game of the season to Phoenix.
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The Flyers won last night, scoring 3 goals in the third period over the visiting Carolina Hurricanes. Goalie Carter Hart came up big all night, leading the Orange and Black to victory.
The Flyers return to action against Montreal Thursday night at home before hitting the road for a pair of weekend games in Toronto and Boston.
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All is quiet on the baseball free agent front so far. I would be happy if the Phillies signed these 3 players: Mike Moustakus, Cole Hamels and Madison Baumgarner. Signing a really top guy, like Garrit Cole or Anthony Rendon, isn't necessary. Get "Moose" to play 3rd base for a few years until prospect Alex Bohm is ready. Sign Hamels and Baumgarner for starter stability, both left-handers, both experienced in the post-season.
Plus they need to rebuild their bench too. Simply awful in 2019 when you're best right-handed hitter off the bench is Phil Gosslin.
There is the question of whether D-Jax should've had the surgery sooner to fix the torn core muscle in his stomach. The answer now is yes, if Jackson had the surgery back in September most likely he would be back playing by now. So, we can blame Jackson himself for refusing to go under the knife; we can blame the Eagles' doctors for perhaps giving him false hope that he might be fine by letting the injury heal itself with physical therapy; and we can blame the Eagles front office for not demanding that Jackson have the required surgery.
None of this matters now, as Jackson tried to come back last Sunday and re injured the muscle. He had surgery yesterday to finally repair the damage. He will be out until the playoffs, possibly longer. The real questions lie with the Eagles, specifically GM Howie Rossman.
Why was Jackson cleared to be one week before the bye? Why not give him an extra week to heal? If Jackson was going to play again before the bye, why not play him against Minnesota or Buffalo, before the trade deadline? That way, if Jackson re-aggravated the injured, Rossman had time to sign or trade for another quality receiver.
Now, the pickings are slim. Retreads like Jordan Mathews are being considered. Reportedly, Torry Smith was asked to come out of retirement by the Birds ( he refused). Even bad guy Antonio Brown has been considered.
Several receivers were traded before the deadline but Rossman passed. Josh Gordon went for nothing to Seattle. Was the Philadelphia front office and medical staff so sure that Jackson would return that they totally screwed-up getting someone else, just in case?
Rossman is very protective of his draft picks yet he is a poor drafter and talent evaluator. He did take a receiver from Stanford (Orcega-Whiteside)in the 3nd round last spring who can't get on the field. Meanwhile, his core of main receivers, including Jeffery and Agholor, have played poorly.
Meanwhile the Birds sit at 5-4 on the season. After games with the Patriots and Seahawks at home, they have an easy schedule down the stretch, with games against such light-weights as the Redskins, Giants and Dolphins on tap. Plus the rematch against the hated Cowboys.
The Eagles need immediate help at receiver. Either that or their current wide-outs need to step up. Or, the offense needs to run the ball more and focus on the tight ends. The big play capability would be limited.
It will be interesting to see what Coach Pederson and Rossman come up with by next week.
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Joel Embiid returns tonight for the Sixers as they continue their western road trip, stopping in Utah to play the Jazz. Embiid was out two games and the team went 1-1 without him, losing their first game of the season to Phoenix.
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The Flyers won last night, scoring 3 goals in the third period over the visiting Carolina Hurricanes. Goalie Carter Hart came up big all night, leading the Orange and Black to victory.
The Flyers return to action against Montreal Thursday night at home before hitting the road for a pair of weekend games in Toronto and Boston.
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All is quiet on the baseball free agent front so far. I would be happy if the Phillies signed these 3 players: Mike Moustakus, Cole Hamels and Madison Baumgarner. Signing a really top guy, like Garrit Cole or Anthony Rendon, isn't necessary. Get "Moose" to play 3rd base for a few years until prospect Alex Bohm is ready. Sign Hamels and Baumgarner for starter stability, both left-handers, both experienced in the post-season.
Plus they need to rebuild their bench too. Simply awful in 2019 when you're best right-handed hitter off the bench is Phil Gosslin.
Tuesday, November 5, 2019
Book- Cardinal part 2
( Delete para. 4 on page 32..replace with following)
A final blessing later, he was gone. It was quite an honor, thinking back on it. Many people, including really holy people like the Cardinal, were praying for me. If I ever considered giving up or brooding over my fate, all I had to do was remember those who sacrificed so much for my welfare, first and foremost my parents.All those prayers must have worked, because I was still alive and kicking ( not literally).
God was good, and I began to believe, even as a kid, there was a reason and a purpose for all of this pain
A final blessing later, he was gone. It was quite an honor, thinking back on it. Many people, including really holy people like the Cardinal, were praying for me. If I ever considered giving up or brooding over my fate, all I had to do was remember those who sacrificed so much for my welfare, first and foremost my parents.All those prayers must have worked, because I was still alive and kicking ( not literally).
God was good, and I began to believe, even as a kid, there was a reason and a purpose for all of this pain
Monday, November 4, 2019
Book- Cardinal
(Place at end of page 31 or start of page 32)
Around that same time a real Cardinal visited me at home ( not the St. Louis kind). Cardinal Krol from Philadelphia was at our parish to do Confirmation. We just moved to Hall Street, our little place located behind the Sacred Heart Church. Our monsignor told Cardinal Krol about my situation.
"Where is this boy?" the Cardinal asked.
When the monsignor told him I lived on the other side of the churchyard, within walking distance, a surprise visit was planned after the ceremony.
I was watching TV at home in my bedroom, nothing special. I recall being in a double-cast- two legs- so I had to be recuperating from a pair of fractures. My head was snapping back on the pillow as I was dozing in my pajamas. Even then I was a snorer.
Anyway, it was close to nine o'clock p.m. when I heard Mom come bursting in the front door, climbing the stairs faster than I ever knew before.
"Greg!" she called out. "Greg! Are you awake? The Cardinal is coming to see you!"
"What the ???" I thought. Turns out the Cardinal, red robes flowing in the cool spring night, was walking through the churchyard, along with Monsignor, heading for our place.
Mom gave me a quick once-over: clean pajamas, hair combed, face clean..where are my rosaries? Not that I was praying at that exact time. Let's give the Cardinal the illusion that I was deep in reflective prayer when he just happened to drop by.
Mom was very religious, so I knew this was big for her, to have a real Cardinal, someone who conceivable could be a pope someday, give us the great honor of visiting our humble home. I'm not sure where Dad was, maybe out bowling?
I knew of Cardinal Krol, and I had faith, and did pray daily. But I was just a kid. So it didn't faze me that much. I would've rather had met a famous sports star back then . (Although this same monsignor was friends with Philadelphia Eagles great Chuck Bednarik - ol' "Concrete Charlie" himself, and had the legendary player visit our parish one year for Communion Breakfast. I do remember meeting Mr. Bednarik and shaking his meaty, gnarly hands. My small, tiny hand disappeared inside his meat hooks, and I'll never forget how his fingers were twisted in all different directions from years of playing smash-mouth football. Pretty cool!).
Anyway, I was more scared than excited to meet Cardinal Krol, not frightened of him, but of the magnitude of the event. Mom gave me a crash course in Cardinal manners, advising me to call him "Your Eminence." I hoped I didn't forget and screwed it up by saying something stupid like "Mister Krol or "Father Krol."
Before any more lessons were reviewed we heard a firm knock on the front door. Mom clicked off my little TV and rushed downstairs, opening the door for both the Cardinal and Monsignor. She noticed that a nice-sized crowd of church-goers had escorted the two clergymen from the church to our house. I'm sure they had to be wondering where he was going and why.
Before I knew it I heard tons of footsteps thundering upstairs. In a a second there he was, Cardinal Krol himself, dazzling in red, standing in my doorway. Mom had led the way, and I remember how red in the face she was, both blushing from the event and hurrying everywhere when she realized what was happening.
The Monsignor introduced us, like I needed an introduction.I suppose he wanted to make sure I knew he had arranged this meeting, for which I was grateful.
"Gregory?" Cardinal Krol asked.
"Hi," I replied, staring at the imposing figure walking toward my bedside. "Your Eminence." I almost forgot that part.
"I have a brother named Gregory," he informed. "So I'll never forget your name."
I didn't know what to say about that, so, I mumbled something safe like "That's nice...Your Eminence." I saw Mom approvingly nod and smile from the corner of my eye.
The rest of the short visit was small talk, prayers together, a short pep-talk, that I needed to offer my suffering up to Jesus, and an official blessing.
I do remember two things like it was yesterday: first, the Cardinal gave me a photo, a personal 8 X 10 shot that was taken when he was elevated to Cardinal in Rome not long ago. It wasn't signed, so I asked him to please sign it.
I thought that was appropriate. If Chuck Bednarik could sign my Communion Breakfast program, why not ask the Cardinal to sign his own picture?
Mom gave me a glance at the request. The Monsignor was peering into the room as he stood in the hallway.I scrambled to find a pen, which wasn't a problem since I was into art back then, and had about a hundred pens at my disposal beside me.
The Cardinal quickly signed, handing me the photo, which would later be tacked on my bulletin board on the wall next to my bed, along with other celebrities. Then came the real surprise.
Cardinal Krol reached into his pocket and produced a shiny gold coin. Only it wasn't a coin- it was a special medal, one blessed by Pope Paul VI. Cardinal Krol only had a few of these and he gave one to me. I was awestruck.
A final blessing later, he was gone. I was glad the visit was over. He was a nice guy, but now I could finally breath. His photo- and autograph- would take it's place on my bulletin board . Mom and I would have the memory of a lifetime.
Around that same time a real Cardinal visited me at home ( not the St. Louis kind). Cardinal Krol from Philadelphia was at our parish to do Confirmation. We just moved to Hall Street, our little place located behind the Sacred Heart Church. Our monsignor told Cardinal Krol about my situation.
"Where is this boy?" the Cardinal asked.
When the monsignor told him I lived on the other side of the churchyard, within walking distance, a surprise visit was planned after the ceremony.
I was watching TV at home in my bedroom, nothing special. I recall being in a double-cast- two legs- so I had to be recuperating from a pair of fractures. My head was snapping back on the pillow as I was dozing in my pajamas. Even then I was a snorer.
Anyway, it was close to nine o'clock p.m. when I heard Mom come bursting in the front door, climbing the stairs faster than I ever knew before.
"Greg!" she called out. "Greg! Are you awake? The Cardinal is coming to see you!"
"What the ???" I thought. Turns out the Cardinal, red robes flowing in the cool spring night, was walking through the churchyard, along with Monsignor, heading for our place.
Mom gave me a quick once-over: clean pajamas, hair combed, face clean..where are my rosaries? Not that I was praying at that exact time. Let's give the Cardinal the illusion that I was deep in reflective prayer when he just happened to drop by.
Mom was very religious, so I knew this was big for her, to have a real Cardinal, someone who conceivable could be a pope someday, give us the great honor of visiting our humble home. I'm not sure where Dad was, maybe out bowling?
I knew of Cardinal Krol, and I had faith, and did pray daily. But I was just a kid. So it didn't faze me that much. I would've rather had met a famous sports star back then . (Although this same monsignor was friends with Philadelphia Eagles great Chuck Bednarik - ol' "Concrete Charlie" himself, and had the legendary player visit our parish one year for Communion Breakfast. I do remember meeting Mr. Bednarik and shaking his meaty, gnarly hands. My small, tiny hand disappeared inside his meat hooks, and I'll never forget how his fingers were twisted in all different directions from years of playing smash-mouth football. Pretty cool!).
Anyway, I was more scared than excited to meet Cardinal Krol, not frightened of him, but of the magnitude of the event. Mom gave me a crash course in Cardinal manners, advising me to call him "Your Eminence." I hoped I didn't forget and screwed it up by saying something stupid like "Mister Krol or "Father Krol."
Before any more lessons were reviewed we heard a firm knock on the front door. Mom clicked off my little TV and rushed downstairs, opening the door for both the Cardinal and Monsignor. She noticed that a nice-sized crowd of church-goers had escorted the two clergymen from the church to our house. I'm sure they had to be wondering where he was going and why.
Before I knew it I heard tons of footsteps thundering upstairs. In a a second there he was, Cardinal Krol himself, dazzling in red, standing in my doorway. Mom had led the way, and I remember how red in the face she was, both blushing from the event and hurrying everywhere when she realized what was happening.
The Monsignor introduced us, like I needed an introduction.I suppose he wanted to make sure I knew he had arranged this meeting, for which I was grateful.
"Gregory?" Cardinal Krol asked.
"Hi," I replied, staring at the imposing figure walking toward my bedside. "Your Eminence." I almost forgot that part.
"I have a brother named Gregory," he informed. "So I'll never forget your name."
I didn't know what to say about that, so, I mumbled something safe like "That's nice...Your Eminence." I saw Mom approvingly nod and smile from the corner of my eye.
The rest of the short visit was small talk, prayers together, a short pep-talk, that I needed to offer my suffering up to Jesus, and an official blessing.
I do remember two things like it was yesterday: first, the Cardinal gave me a photo, a personal 8 X 10 shot that was taken when he was elevated to Cardinal in Rome not long ago. It wasn't signed, so I asked him to please sign it.
I thought that was appropriate. If Chuck Bednarik could sign my Communion Breakfast program, why not ask the Cardinal to sign his own picture?
Mom gave me a glance at the request. The Monsignor was peering into the room as he stood in the hallway.I scrambled to find a pen, which wasn't a problem since I was into art back then, and had about a hundred pens at my disposal beside me.
The Cardinal quickly signed, handing me the photo, which would later be tacked on my bulletin board on the wall next to my bed, along with other celebrities. Then came the real surprise.
Cardinal Krol reached into his pocket and produced a shiny gold coin. Only it wasn't a coin- it was a special medal, one blessed by Pope Paul VI. Cardinal Krol only had a few of these and he gave one to me. I was awestruck.
A final blessing later, he was gone. I was glad the visit was over. He was a nice guy, but now I could finally breath. His photo- and autograph- would take it's place on my bulletin board . Mom and I would have the memory of a lifetime.
PHILLY SPORTS CORNER- EAGLES- BEARS WRAP-UP
My take on the Eagles' 22-14 victory on Sunday over Chicago...
* Ancient Dick Stockton did the game for Fox and he was terrible, as usual. I've always hated his work. He's this annoying, Midwestern kind of guy, who usually did Chicago or St. Louis teams, who was forever bad.
Now he's really old and has lost it, making mistakes all during the game.
The entire broadcast was embarrassing, From Stockton's dopey color guy ( I never heard of him..Mark somebody) to the blond air head chick on the sidelines. The camera work was uneven. It had to be the third-rate crew from Fox.
* The Eagles wore all-black for the first time this season. They usually wear black when the giants visit for some reason.
* The no-huddle offensive worked well on Sunday for Philadelphia. I'm glad Coach Pederson is using it more often as the season progresses.
* DeSean Jackson played one series, caught one pass, and never returned. He will have "tests" done today to see if he aggravated his pulled stomach muscle. It was stupid to play him anyway against the bears, with a bye week on tap next week.
* The play-calling, especially on 3 rd down near the goal line, was suspect by Pederson. Sometimes he tries to get too cute instead of playing smash-mouth football with his huge offensive line and running backs Howard and Sanders.
* The tight ends, Ertz and Godarrd, had good games, especially Ertz, who collected a season-high 9 catches for over 100 yards. If Jackson is out again, the offensive may have to rely on the tight ends even more.
* It looks like Alshun Jeffery has suddenly lost a step. He is still a big target that can leap for passes, but he also dropped 3 balls on Sunday against his old team.
I don't trust Agholor anymore. The other receivers- Hollins and Whiteside ( who doesn't even get on the field anymore) are worthless.
GM Howie Rossman needs to draft at least 2 speedy wide receivers next spring. Rossman hasn't had much luck selecting pass-catchers. He needs to continue to give QB Carson Wentz the weapons he needs to succeed.
* Too many penalties in Sunday's game. Most were on Chicago.The frequent calls ruined the flow of the game, especially in the 1st half.
* The bears seemed disorganized all day. There are real problems for "The Monsters of the Midway." Their young quarterback, Mitch Trubisky, seems to be regressing. It all starts with him. The Bears slid to 3-5, last place in NFC North.
* The Birds' secondary continues to be bad, giving up huge plays in the second half, leading to the Bears' two scores. Not getting CB Jalen Ramsey continues to look like a mistake.
* Carson Wentz had a good game. Fans are mixed on Wentz this season. He hasn't been the MVP-caliber QB of 2017, but he hasn't been terrible. He has led the Eagles to two game-ending long drives the last few weeks to seal victories.
Nick Foles ain't around anymore to fall back on. Wentz is the present and future. Hopefully he keeps getting better.
* New England is up next in two weeks at the Linc. The Patriots suffered their initial loss of 2019 in Baltimore last night.How will the Pats react after their bye week? Will they come into Philly angry and motivated not to lose two in a row?
The Eagles move to 5-4 before their break. Depending on the Cowboys-Giants game tonight, the Birds could be in 1st place. Dallas hosts Minnesota next Sunday.
Sunday, November 3, 2019
Book- song
( Page 266, after para 5)
Maybe it was my imagination but it seemed I heard the beautiful song , "Just Once More" by Nelson, everywhere I went; over the overhead intercom at work, on the radio in the Paratransit van, and while passing residents' rooms. I loved the song so much, even though I knew my heart would ache and the tears would flow. Somehow, after losing Mom so suddenly I needed to cry.
Maybe it was my imagination but it seemed I heard the beautiful song , "Just Once More" by Nelson, everywhere I went; over the overhead intercom at work, on the radio in the Paratransit van, and while passing residents' rooms. I loved the song so much, even though I knew my heart would ache and the tears would flow. Somehow, after losing Mom so suddenly I needed to cry.
Saturday, November 2, 2019
Book-time
(Place on page 305, after para. 4, starting with "anything to help)
Now that I had more time to read, I still needed more time to read! I love to read, and there is always another sports biography, classic novel or trivia book to get lost in.
Reading helped me to write. Writing my blog everyday gave me the discipline and hunger to write. I needed another purpose in life after I retired, and finishing this book is that purpose. Once it is finished I'm sure it won't be hard to find the next project, the next challenge, and the next purpose in life.
Now that I had more time to read, I still needed more time to read! I love to read, and there is always another sports biography, classic novel or trivia book to get lost in.
Reading helped me to write. Writing my blog everyday gave me the discipline and hunger to write. I needed another purpose in life after I retired, and finishing this book is that purpose. Once it is finished I'm sure it won't be hard to find the next project, the next challenge, and the next purpose in life.
Book-crowds
( Place on page 312, after para 1 starting with "Here I am.." )
Nowadays, I still get a lot of stares ( that will never change) but I'm used to it and allow the stares to roll off my back. What I'm most fearful of now is a big crowd. Not that I have Agoraphobia; I fear people bumping into my legs. I'm frequently on guard at ballgames, concerts, festivals, or wherever large crowds gather. Not that someone would intentionally run into me. But there is always a risk of someone accidentally crashing into my chair, or, more specifically, my unprotected legs.
I can never forget that most people are up way higher than I am, and they sometimes don't bother to look below. It can get pretty dangerous if you get swallowed up in a hoard of people, with no way out and the inability to see who or what is coming toward you. Unless you are familiar with the terrain ahead, you may be heading for steps, cracks or other obstacles which you can't avoid on a split-seconds' notice.
For instance, people often tend to text or talk on their cell phones without looking ahead. It's up to me to avoid potential crashes. Frequently, people back-up without checking behind themselves. More than once I have had people almost fall into my lap. They are generally nice and say "Sorry." There's no way they would know I have brittle bones. And I'm not going to start wearing a sign around my neck that reads in bold, neon letters "Fragile!"
The swarms generally aren't as bad going to an event. Everyone is usually going the same way. Getting out of a venue is a different story. That's when crowds sometimes "buck the traffic" and cross in front, darting by my eye-level like deer in headlights. It's funny how some folks seem to think that risking their own safety * and mine) by suddenly veering into my path will save them like, a second or two , to beat the traffic.
I want to attend major concerts, or go to the mall on Black Friday, or see a World Series or Championship Game in person, just like anyone else. I don't want to stay home or isolate myself, just because I'm afraid of what "might" happen. So, if I do want to brave the elements and the crowds, I've learned a few tips to save myself an accident (since I don't have wheelchair insurance):
1) Try to stay on the right hand side as much as you can. That way, traffic only flows to your left.
2) Use a bodyguard, if possible. If you are with someone, see if they will walk just ahead of the wheelchair, to catch potential accidents before they happen. Just make sure you don't leave tire tracks on your bodyguards' back if they happen to make a sudden stop.
3) Take the nearest exit out of the venue as soon as possible (unless the weather is bad or you hate to push farther). That way, even if the parking lot is on the other side of the building, you are going in the same direction with the flow of the crowd.
4) Leave a little early or wait til the crowd thins out and leave late. Sometimes this can't be helped.I never want to leave a ballgame before the end- you never know what you will miss and forever regret missing a dramatic comeback. Or, the ushers kick you out of the venue so they can clean up.
5) Get a horn. It may be stupid but honk like hell if you have to. Better safe than sorry.
Nowadays, I still get a lot of stares ( that will never change) but I'm used to it and allow the stares to roll off my back. What I'm most fearful of now is a big crowd. Not that I have Agoraphobia; I fear people bumping into my legs. I'm frequently on guard at ballgames, concerts, festivals, or wherever large crowds gather. Not that someone would intentionally run into me. But there is always a risk of someone accidentally crashing into my chair, or, more specifically, my unprotected legs.
I can never forget that most people are up way higher than I am, and they sometimes don't bother to look below. It can get pretty dangerous if you get swallowed up in a hoard of people, with no way out and the inability to see who or what is coming toward you. Unless you are familiar with the terrain ahead, you may be heading for steps, cracks or other obstacles which you can't avoid on a split-seconds' notice.
For instance, people often tend to text or talk on their cell phones without looking ahead. It's up to me to avoid potential crashes. Frequently, people back-up without checking behind themselves. More than once I have had people almost fall into my lap. They are generally nice and say "Sorry." There's no way they would know I have brittle bones. And I'm not going to start wearing a sign around my neck that reads in bold, neon letters "Fragile!"
The swarms generally aren't as bad going to an event. Everyone is usually going the same way. Getting out of a venue is a different story. That's when crowds sometimes "buck the traffic" and cross in front, darting by my eye-level like deer in headlights. It's funny how some folks seem to think that risking their own safety * and mine) by suddenly veering into my path will save them like, a second or two , to beat the traffic.
I want to attend major concerts, or go to the mall on Black Friday, or see a World Series or Championship Game in person, just like anyone else. I don't want to stay home or isolate myself, just because I'm afraid of what "might" happen. So, if I do want to brave the elements and the crowds, I've learned a few tips to save myself an accident (since I don't have wheelchair insurance):
1) Try to stay on the right hand side as much as you can. That way, traffic only flows to your left.
2) Use a bodyguard, if possible. If you are with someone, see if they will walk just ahead of the wheelchair, to catch potential accidents before they happen. Just make sure you don't leave tire tracks on your bodyguards' back if they happen to make a sudden stop.
3) Take the nearest exit out of the venue as soon as possible (unless the weather is bad or you hate to push farther). That way, even if the parking lot is on the other side of the building, you are going in the same direction with the flow of the crowd.
4) Leave a little early or wait til the crowd thins out and leave late. Sometimes this can't be helped.I never want to leave a ballgame before the end- you never know what you will miss and forever regret missing a dramatic comeback. Or, the ushers kick you out of the venue so they can clean up.
5) Get a horn. It may be stupid but honk like hell if you have to. Better safe than sorry.
Friday, November 1, 2019
Book- retirement
(Place on page 301, after para. 5 "Always be a social worker..")
I left without much fanfare. No parties, no big celebrations. I wasn't happy to leave. I felt I had much more to give. But "more to give" would not have been the "best I could give." The residents deserved better. So I retired, quietly.
It was odd because once I got into social work, I really imagined myself doing it forever. I had to be real and admit that, physically, I couldn't do it anymore. And maybe, after close to 30 years, I finally reached the point I was warned about so long ago by , teachers, supervisors and co-workers over the years- I simply burned-out.
After many tries over many years, my candle was extinguished with one final puff. No one ever warned me that it would be so hard, as a caregiver, to leave it all behind.
Now I sat home, after making the decision to wheel away, and felt lonely and sad, even though I was neither. I missed feeling wanted and needed. I didn't have a plan and I soon got bored at home. My body wouldn't let me do what I had done for so long, but my spirit was still willing to try. I suppose I did need time, time to reflect and time to think about what was ahead.
I always had the attitude of "Don't think -just do it." This time, right or wrong- I did stop to think.
While the rest of the world continued on, I felt guilty of no longer being part of that world. Why? Why, even after all I accomplished, despite my challenges in life, why did I still have this intense burning in my soul to keep going? That my role in this world was never good enough?
They teach you how to become a social worker, but nobody ever teaches you how to stop.
I had to accept the fact that I did the best I could do. My dreams almost every night were of work. I tried staying away but couldn't, and found myself needing to visit my residents on weekends. Now I needed them more than they needed me.
Gradually I tapered-off and began to let go. Thank God Holly filled the emptiness in my heart.
Retirement doesn't have to signal "the end." of active life. It can simply be the start of another chapter of life. Sharing life with Holly, now more than ever, saved me from days of sleeping til noon, or endless hours of mindless late-night TV, or simply doing nothing. That wasn't me. I simply needed to turn the page to the next chapter- and continue to make everyday count.
Wheelchair Willie, Lori, even Dad might say, " Give yourself credit, Greg. Job well done. Now get your butt in gear and move on to the next great adventure."
Funny, Dad never lived to enjoy retirement. Now here I was, sad to no longer be a social worker. When I retired I was already older than he was when he died. Hard to imagine.
In time I finally began to realize that I was still needed and wanted- by Holly, by my pets, by my family and friends. That's when I found peace in my heart.
I left without much fanfare. No parties, no big celebrations. I wasn't happy to leave. I felt I had much more to give. But "more to give" would not have been the "best I could give." The residents deserved better. So I retired, quietly.
It was odd because once I got into social work, I really imagined myself doing it forever. I had to be real and admit that, physically, I couldn't do it anymore. And maybe, after close to 30 years, I finally reached the point I was warned about so long ago by , teachers, supervisors and co-workers over the years- I simply burned-out.
After many tries over many years, my candle was extinguished with one final puff. No one ever warned me that it would be so hard, as a caregiver, to leave it all behind.
Now I sat home, after making the decision to wheel away, and felt lonely and sad, even though I was neither. I missed feeling wanted and needed. I didn't have a plan and I soon got bored at home. My body wouldn't let me do what I had done for so long, but my spirit was still willing to try. I suppose I did need time, time to reflect and time to think about what was ahead.
I always had the attitude of "Don't think -just do it." This time, right or wrong- I did stop to think.
While the rest of the world continued on, I felt guilty of no longer being part of that world. Why? Why, even after all I accomplished, despite my challenges in life, why did I still have this intense burning in my soul to keep going? That my role in this world was never good enough?
They teach you how to become a social worker, but nobody ever teaches you how to stop.
I had to accept the fact that I did the best I could do. My dreams almost every night were of work. I tried staying away but couldn't, and found myself needing to visit my residents on weekends. Now I needed them more than they needed me.
Gradually I tapered-off and began to let go. Thank God Holly filled the emptiness in my heart.
Retirement doesn't have to signal "the end." of active life. It can simply be the start of another chapter of life. Sharing life with Holly, now more than ever, saved me from days of sleeping til noon, or endless hours of mindless late-night TV, or simply doing nothing. That wasn't me. I simply needed to turn the page to the next chapter- and continue to make everyday count.
Wheelchair Willie, Lori, even Dad might say, " Give yourself credit, Greg. Job well done. Now get your butt in gear and move on to the next great adventure."
Funny, Dad never lived to enjoy retirement. Now here I was, sad to no longer be a social worker. When I retired I was already older than he was when he died. Hard to imagine.
In time I finally began to realize that I was still needed and wanted- by Holly, by my pets, by my family and friends. That's when I found peace in my heart.
PHILLY SPORTS CORNER- EAGLES PICK, SIXERS, FLYERS, PHILLIES
It's almost the weekend! Another big sports weekend to look forward to!
- The Eagles finally come home, playing host to the struggling Chicago Bears on Sunday at the Linc. The 4-4 Birds face the 3-4 Bears. Both need the game, but I think the Eagles feed off the energy of the crowd and win big. Make it 34-6, Eagles.
Next week is a bye, then it's a huge game against New England. If the Patriots get by the Ravens in Baltimore this weekend ( no sure thing), they will ride into Philly undefeated. Wouldn't it be cool for the Birds to gain back some respect on national TV by knocking off Brady and Belichik, especially after their embarrassing performance vs Dallas a few weeks ago? I'll be there, hoping we have Indian Summer on November 17.
But first, da Bears. As always, the key will be turnovers and penalties. DeSean Jackson is back. He needs to make big plays, or be used as a decoy. Whatever, he just can't get hurt again.
Coach Doug Pederson needs to run the ball like last week in Buffalo. Use the tandem of Miles Sanders and Jordan Howard and control the ball. An effective running game will open up the pass and allow Zach Ertz and the receivers to roam much easier.
Chicago doesn't score many points. The Eagles must generate a consistent pass rush, especially if they get ahead and the Bears are forced to throw the ball.
Stay healthy and Philly should win going away this Sunday and move to 5-4.
- Sixers center Joel Embiid is suspended two games for his fight the other night with Timberwoves center Carl Anthony-Townes. They have been hated rivals for a while now, and it came to a head Wednesday night in South Philadelphia. The rematch in Minnesota isn't until March 24th.
Embiid was suspended for two games on this four-game, West Coast road trip. He will miss stops in Portland and Phoenix.
Embiid is entertaining, honest and fun. The 76'ers are 4-0, and i hate to see him miss a pair of games on this trip, but he is quickly becoming a legend in town at such a young age.
- The 5-5-1 Flyers play two games this weekend, at the Devils on Saturday and against the Maple leafs on Sunday. The squad has shown signs of coming out of their early-season funk, but goaltender continues to be a problem, as young Carter Hart is off to a shaky start.
- Finally, the Phillies will be in the news this winter. Free agency begins this Tuesday. Will they land Garrit Cole, Anthony Rendon or one of the other high-priced free agents on the market? Will they make trades starting next week at the General Managers meetings? Or wait until the Winter Meetings begin in mid-December?
- The Eagles finally come home, playing host to the struggling Chicago Bears on Sunday at the Linc. The 4-4 Birds face the 3-4 Bears. Both need the game, but I think the Eagles feed off the energy of the crowd and win big. Make it 34-6, Eagles.
Next week is a bye, then it's a huge game against New England. If the Patriots get by the Ravens in Baltimore this weekend ( no sure thing), they will ride into Philly undefeated. Wouldn't it be cool for the Birds to gain back some respect on national TV by knocking off Brady and Belichik, especially after their embarrassing performance vs Dallas a few weeks ago? I'll be there, hoping we have Indian Summer on November 17.
But first, da Bears. As always, the key will be turnovers and penalties. DeSean Jackson is back. He needs to make big plays, or be used as a decoy. Whatever, he just can't get hurt again.
Coach Doug Pederson needs to run the ball like last week in Buffalo. Use the tandem of Miles Sanders and Jordan Howard and control the ball. An effective running game will open up the pass and allow Zach Ertz and the receivers to roam much easier.
Chicago doesn't score many points. The Eagles must generate a consistent pass rush, especially if they get ahead and the Bears are forced to throw the ball.
Stay healthy and Philly should win going away this Sunday and move to 5-4.
- Sixers center Joel Embiid is suspended two games for his fight the other night with Timberwoves center Carl Anthony-Townes. They have been hated rivals for a while now, and it came to a head Wednesday night in South Philadelphia. The rematch in Minnesota isn't until March 24th.
Embiid was suspended for two games on this four-game, West Coast road trip. He will miss stops in Portland and Phoenix.
Embiid is entertaining, honest and fun. The 76'ers are 4-0, and i hate to see him miss a pair of games on this trip, but he is quickly becoming a legend in town at such a young age.
- The 5-5-1 Flyers play two games this weekend, at the Devils on Saturday and against the Maple leafs on Sunday. The squad has shown signs of coming out of their early-season funk, but goaltender continues to be a problem, as young Carter Hart is off to a shaky start.
- Finally, the Phillies will be in the news this winter. Free agency begins this Tuesday. Will they land Garrit Cole, Anthony Rendon or one of the other high-priced free agents on the market? Will they make trades starting next week at the General Managers meetings? Or wait until the Winter Meetings begin in mid-December?
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