A Prayer for Those in Sandy's Path

O God,

We lift up to you those who are hurting this morning.
This storm has caused destruction, pain, and for some, even death.
For those who have been affected by this terrible thing,
We pray for help, for healing, for your presence among them.

It is easy for those of us thousands of miles away
To become apathetic about this destruction.
If destruction does not directly affect us,
We can easily become unconcerned about our fellow human's struggles.

But may catastrophes like this remind us all of times that
We have hurt, we have been in pain, we have needed dire help.
And may those reminders cause us to do
Whatever we can to help others.

And in that way, may we be an answer to prayers all around us.

In the name of the One who calls us to pray unceasingly, we pray,
Amen.

Winning and Losing Gracefully

Seems to me that we do not have the ability to win or lose, gracefully.

A lot of the political problems that we have had for the past decade or so deal directly with people who won or lost elections not being able to deal with reality. If you won, okay. If you lost, okay. Deal with it. If the other party has or doesn't have the majority, deal with it. That's life. Sticking your head in the sand and not dealing with reality not only does not help our country. It teaches our children that if you do not get what you want, you can just scream really loudly until you do get what you want or something like it.

The idea of compromise is completely lost on us today, politically and otherwise. I truly believe this bleeds over into all spheres of life. It happens on Capital Hill. It affects the way people drive and treat traffic like a game, myself included. And it teaches our youngsters that it's okay to bully your way through life. Just look at the news stories. I'm not necessarily saying that bullying is happening in greater proportions in school these days. Bullying has always been around (and it happens with people of all ages). But the affects of bullying are becoming ridiculous, particularly in our schools.

Adults, we have no one to blame but ourselves. We can blame the kiddos. We can blame the school systems and administrators. But they are learning this stuff from us.

And our inability to deal with winning and losing is what it's all about.

So next Tuesday, when plenty of people win and plenty of people lose political races, my prayer is that they deal with those results gracefully. And that we, as the public, gracefully deal with the wins and the loses, as well.

Where Are Dwight's Parents?

Seriously, where are they?

The Schrutes are a interesting bunch: beet farmers, shunning their children for years, a seemingly Amish-style of living. That's the description we get from Dwight. Yet the only other Shrute we ever meet is Dwight's cousin, Mose.

Now I must admit that if Dwight's parents surfaced in the last year or two, I wouldn't know. I have tuned out watching new episodes of The Office. Once Michael Scott left, I got bored with it. It's like The Cosby Show without Heathcliff, King of the Hill without Hank, or Seinfeld without Kramer. It just doesn't work for me.

But where are Dwight's parents? He regularly refers to them and their seemingly backwards ways. But we never meet them. Did they pass away? A tragic accident? Did they and all of their other family members suddenly uproot and leave their family farm?

I think we need some answers.

From Kings to Mediocrity: DFW Professional Sports

A little less than a year ago, it seemed that the Dallas-Fort Worth Metroplex was about to become the center of sports, the mecca of professional sports teams.

The Dallas Mavericks were fresh off a NBA championship, in somewhat improbable fashion, having taken the NBA playoff calendar by storm.

The Dallas Cowboys were by no means front-runners. But they weren't too shabby, either. There was much football to be played. But the playoffs were most definitely within the realm of possibility, perhaps even a run into the playoffs. And when a team gets hot, we all know what could happen: Lombardi Trophy (see the NY Giants' recent run of playoff success).

And the Rangers were right there, about to become World Series Champs, a phrase that no die-hard Rangers fan could have ever imagined would be uttered about his/her team. Once that phrase was christened with a Game 6 victory, who knows what sort of momentum could ensue. A DFW Sports Triple Crown (NBA, MLB, NFL)? Very possible. Sports mania in DFW-land hitting an all-time high? You betcha. A run of consecutive World Series titles? Why not.

But then Game 6 happened. Then Holland gave up the eighth inning home run. Then Feliz's nerves got the best of him and he forgot how to paint the outside of the strike zone. And yes, then Nellie decided to turn ballerina in right field for fear of contact with the wall.

We now sit at the complete opposite end of where we were a year ago.

The Rangers? Whoa. This year's late-season collapse was epic. The stuff that people will talk about for, well, maybe forever. That coupled with the Game 6 collapse will have people wondering if they will ever be able to win the big game. Curse of the . . . Ballerina?

The Mavs? I really do not follow their day-to-day stories much. I have to admit that. But Dirk's knee issues seem like they could be pretty bad. I wonder if from here on out, he is a shell of what he used to be. Without Dirk, what is the team? Really? A team built around a superstar without said superstar. Things do not look good in Mark Cuban-land, at least for this NBA season.

And the Cowboys? They are taking things to new lows. Sure, Jerry Jones is a curse upon this franchise. Ever since their last Super Bowl title, some almost twenty years ago, Jones has really jacked this team up. With him as GM, we have no chance. But we still have done some things right, even in spite of him, e.g. the rise of Romo from an undrafted free agent. But their ability to lose games this year is taking things to a new level.

Yep, we really have done a complete 180 from the morning of October 26, 2011.

Failed Attempts at Using the Apostrophe . . . Part I

Apostrophe usage is not good.

All you have to do is pretty much look up to see apostrophes being used incorrectly. It's too bad. But there's got to be some sort of apostrophe police out there, helping or at least notifying people that apostrophes are not being used correctly.

That's where I come in.

I really do see it as sort of a tragedy. We're all taught, from a very young age, how to use apostrophes. Then we grow up, do things, and butcher them. They're butchered on billboards, signs, everywhere. It's a sub-set, really, of bad grammar. Grammar across our fair land is not good. We're all taught how to do grammar. Then somewhere along the way we disregard it . . . or just flat out don't care.

Either way, it's not good.

This, for instance, is not good:

This one is pretty bad. I mean these apostrophes are really, really, really mis-used, to the point that I'm not even sure what the point of the apostrophes are. I think, or at least I hope, "Policies" became "Police's." Whoa.

Come on, America, we can do better than this.

Who Ya Rootin' For? Baseball.

Finding someone to root for in the LCS round is difficult.

Giants? Nope. Cardinals? Heck no. Tigers? Neh. Yanks? Well . . . no.

But to be honest, I'm kind of warming a little to the Yanks. As sacreligious as that sounds, I have been a little impressed by them this year. Girardi gained a lot of cred, with me (I'm sure he's concerned about that) by pinch-hitting and then benching A-Rod this past week. Wash could learn a lot from that. And I've been able to listen on in some Yanks games this year, via MLB Nework. Their broadcasters are great. Pretty unbiased and seem like all-around great people. Now, I'm no Yanks fan. And if you ever see me wearing any of their gear, please immediately pull me aside and beat me senseless.

But I really have no one to pull for in the ALCS or NLCS. And I think that's okay. I look forward to watching baseball just to enjoy it . . . to, in a sense, pull for baseball. My past two Octobers have been so emotionally-charged that a break from being so invested in any particular teams is something that I kinda look forward to (though having the Rangers in the mix would be much, much, much, much, much better than this).

It will be an interesting experiment: watching sports just to watch it, not to pull for anyone or any one team. I think I just might like it.

Where's the Line?

Being a follower, a participant to a certain religion is a difficult thing.

There are people on all sides, on both extremes of religions saying all sort of things . . . many of which are trying to proclaim that they are saying the definitive view of their particular religion.

For example, there are lots of different Christians who say lots of different things, based upon their religion and religious beliefs. Last night's vice-presidential debate was a great case-in-point. Both candidates talked about abortion based upon their religious beliefs. They came to different conclusions.

One of my personal struggles is maintaining, for myself, Christian unity with people who are on different ends of the spectrum on a wide array of issues: social, political, theological, and otherwise. There are completely different things being said, as reported by the media, by followers of Christ, on both extremes, on all sides. It's just plain hard to affirm the similar faith we share and, at the same time, allow people the latitude to say things with which we completely disagree. It's a struggle I have. And I think we all probably, to a degree, have.

So . . . where's the line? At what point is our disagreements too much?

There is one area that I feel pretty safe saying, "No. That's wrong." That has to do with people being oppressed. When someone with whom I share a faith in Christ says something or does something that causes someone else or a group of people to be oppressed, that's the line.

Such as:

http://www.suntimes.com/news/elections/15611617-505/arkansas-rep-calls-slavery-blessing-in-disguise.html

Now what those representatives are saying is wrong. I share, I think, a faith in Christ with them. But I cannot give them the latitude to say things like that. That's wrong. It's not right. That is not what followers of Christ should be saying. That goes against Christ.

I have heard it said that God sides with those who are being oppressed, at all times, in all places. How insightful. I can (and should) allow fellow Christians the freedom to have differing, even opposing, views with me on a whole list of issues. But when people who call themselves followers of Christ say and do things that oppress other people . . .

No. That's not right. That crosses the line.

"Sometimes I'm Silent"

While working with some students at an after-school program yesterday, one young man looked at me and said, "Sometimes, I'm silent."

I thought it was an interesting line and probably one that he wouldn't share with just anyone. I have to remember, though, that a few moments later, he also said, "I live close to the mountains." The closest mountains to Huntsville are . . . well, I have no idea, because there are no mountains close by. I have no idea what he was talking about. And, it caused me to immediately question my having suddenly given him Boy Genius status.

But I engaged him further with the "Sometimes, I'm silent" line because it stood in rather stark contrast to the screaming and yelling most of the other kids around us were doing at that time.

He went on to say that sometimes he just feels like being silent. I encouraged him that such feelings are okay. I, too, am sometimes silent, often when others around me are being talkative, particularly in larger groups. Society has had a way of making me feel wrong, or at the least awkward, particularly as a youngster, for not always wanting to be extremely extroverted and talkative in larger groups. I sometimes thrive in smaller settings. And I wanted him to know that it's okay if he feels that way at times, too.

I have a feeling that's what he was trying to say. And I have a feeling that my words of encouragement were just that: positive words that re-assured him that who he is okay and good.

I am thankful for whatever factors are present in this young man's life that cause him to feel okay and good for being who he is, not who others want him to be. I hope that is what the after-school program that he is a part of does for him. That is what I have always hoped the youth ministries that I have been in charge of over the years are for the youth that have been a part of them. In the face of so many things telling young people who and what they need to be, they need to be told and have instilled in them the reality that who they are is who they were created to be. And that is good.

We are all unique. And if that were not the case, the world would be very boring. So if sometimes, we are talkative and maybe even loud, that's cool. And if we are sometimes silent, that's all right, too.

Big Gulps, Eh? Well, See Ya Later!

If you've seen the movie, Dumb & Dumber, you know what I'm talking about.

If not, it's kinda hard to describe.

Lloyd Christmas walks out of a 7-11, Big Gulp in hand. He sees a couple of guys and says, "Big Gulps, eh?" A few awkward moments ensue. He concludes the awkward, one-sided conversation with a, "Well, see ya later!"

I, and all die-hard Rangers, feel like the guys standing outside the 7-11. And our once-mighty Rangers play the part of Lloyd.

No one has said it. But I think we all expected to be back in the World Series. That was a given. What we did once we got there depended upon how good our talent really was, how much Wash could put last year behind the team, etc. But to not make it to the World Series? . . . heck, to not even make the real playoffs? We never even imagined that.

Of course the reality is we should not have had to imagine this. To lead a division for the whole year, to be up 5 with 9, 4 with 6. To have to be in this position is ridiculous. It's embarassing.

But the thing that we all no doubt expected it, each and every one of us, without even saying it: the baseball gods owed us one. After last year's "what was that thing Nellie did by doing a ballerina jump out in right field with 2 outs in the bottom of the 9th in Game Six" and then the mess that happened during extra innings, we all expected to be paid back, to be given something in return for the pain that we dealt with all offseason, heck all year-long. There was the expectation, that, at the least, we'd return to the Fall Classic. Then it was up to our players to re-do it all, to set things right.

But to not even be in the LDS round? Fugg'it about it, eh?

Well forget about the Rangers. Because they're not even there.

Maybe we can learn from this one, too. Learn to not expect to be in the playoffs every year and appreciate success when it happens and not come to expect it. Learn to appreciate baseball for what it is (though I can't bring myself to watch it again until, at the least, the next round of playoffs).

Or perhaps there is no great lesson to be learned here. Perhaps this is just another part in the long, long history of failure, of the almost but not totally, of the ups and downs of what it means to be a Rangers fan.

How long until pitchers and catchers report?

King of the Hill = Seinfeld

Whilst watching King of the Hill recently, I realized something: the "gang" on King of the Hill very closely and eerily resembles the gang on Seinfeld. Think about it.

Hank = Jerry

Bill = George

Boomhauer = Kramer

Dale = Elaine

I could spend time outlining the similarities between the characters. But all you have to do is use your imagination.

I wonder what other similarities between TV shows are out there . . .

So . . . Not Quite. But Still

So after doing a little research, I now realize that a Tex home game Fri night is not as probable as I thought 30 seconds ago. But even if we have to go to Baltimore . . . or even NY Fri night, we still come home for the first two ALDS games.

It's a big difference this year, with the lower-seeded team hosting the first two playoff games.

Bud Selig's mistake could come back to help us out.

I still stand by my words . . . . Rangers World Series Champs

Why the Rangers Will Win the World Series

Yep, doomsday came and went. And it bit us in the butt. But all is not lost.

Here's why:

We will most likely host the wild-card game on Friday (only way we don't is if O's win and Yanks lose tonight, then Yanks lose tomorrow). If we win the wild-card, we host ALDS Game 1 & 2 on Sunday and Monday, respectively.

That means it is almost one week from today before we hit the road again for a playoff game.

We win Games 1 and 2, then take one in NY to win the ALDS.

We're on such a roll at that point that it doesn't matter who we play in the ALCS.

Then Wash makes sure we get it done in the World Series.

Believe in Wash. When Hamilton cost himself a chance to return to Texas next year by Little League'ing a flyball today, Wash jumped on him in the dugout. Wash does what needs to be done.

All is not lost. And Wash will ensure that it won't be.

Doomsday is Upon Us

Game 162 should not have mattered this year.

When I was an eleven year-old kid, if you had told me that at some point in the future, I would be watching the last Rangers game of the year and it would affect playoff seeding, I would have told you that the Rangers will never make the playoffs, so you must be lying. We have to keep that in perspective. For life-long Rangers fans, we have to remember where we came from.

But we also came from April, during which this team was being compared to the '27 Yankees. This team ain't no '27 Yankees. And at this point, we're just hoping they're not a Wild Card team.

Doomsday is upon us. There's no doubt about it. Lose today and we've got ourselves a heck of a situation.

But win today . . . and it's all out there in front of us. The only thing that we can't have is home-field advantage (unless a miracle Yanks/O's situation plays out. But those situations never play out, right '11 Red Sox???? Right '11 Braves????).

It is all there in front of us. And today will tell us a lot. One thing it will be a report card of is the front office's trade deadline moves and non-moves. We traded for Dempster. We'll see how that worked out today. We didn't trade for any bats off the bench. We'll see how that worked out today.

What we really need is Dempster to keep us in the game long enough for our overpriced, supposedly incredibly talented offense to turn the tide and actually start hitting, especially with RISP.

My prediction: it comes down to one matchup today . . . Cespedes v. Dempster. We have held him largely in check so far this series. I think Dempster will handle the other eight guys fine. But hang an off-speed'er to Cespedes and it may not come down.

So we've got to be careful today . . . but we also have to remember that just about everything (except AL home-field advantage) is still on the table for us.

We just have to execute.

Please Don't Do the Wave

Every time I see a crowd begin to the do "The Wave" at a sporting event, I cringe.

I can remember going to Arlington Stadium as a kid and loving the wave coming and going past me in the crowd. I now realize the wave is something crowds do when they're bored. So that would make sense for those late '80s and early '90s Arlington Stadium crowds. We were either beating the tar out of the opposing team or having the tar beat out of us by the other team during those years. The crowds, I guess, needed something to do to keep themselves awake on those hot, sultry summer nights.

I thought about this as I read the following article this morning, or at least the intro:

http://blog.chron.com/texanschick/2012/10/texans-38-titans-14-blowout-dont-start-wave/

I didn't read much past the intro. I'm realizing that the NFL is beginning to bore me. And I hate to say it, but Cowboys games aren't what they used to be to me, either (sure, the product on the field has something to do with that). But lately, I have had two options: Cowboys game or Rangers game (both on at same time). Used to, it'd be a no-brainer. But not anymore. The NFL just seems to predictable, or too boring. I know that sounds sacreligious. But it's the truth. Anyway . . . I digress.

The Texans fans should have been ecstatic that they were creaming the franchise that moved away from them. But it looks like the wide point-spread brought about sheer boredom. That's too bad.

Kudos to the Rangers PA Announcer and all-around awesome guy, Chuck Morgan, for keeping current Rangers crowds at bay when they begin to do the wave. We now have a fun, interesting team to watch. There's no need to do the wave these days. Get into the game, people! So when a section starts trying to get it to go around, he puts up funny, yet insightful messages on the big board to quell any such thoughts, like this one:

http://adambez.tumblr.com/post/8391543655/the-texas-rangers-issue-an-anti-wave-warning-on

Or this one:

http://www.foxsportssouthwest.com/08/02/11/Rangers-Ballpark-moves-to-stop-the-wave/landing_rangers.html?blockID=543629

I think it's genius. But then again, I think most things this guy does are genius. For example, there's nothing quite like hearing I Like Texas after a Rangers victory. I'll never forget it after WS Game 4 last year. Gives me goosebumps every time.