What the Hell? (223)

BIG WEEK AT EMERALD ISLE.  WON $27 AT THE VFW POKER GAME,  GRANDSON TOOK FIRST POOP IN POT, POPE DECLARES THERE IS NO HELL.  POKER, POOP, POPE.

WHOA!  RUN THAT BY ME AGAIN.  NO HELL?  AND NOBODY CELEBRATING BUT ME?

BEING A PREACHER’S KID I SPENT A LOT OF PEW TIME.

THERE ARE DEGREES AND VARIETIES OF ALL RELIGIONS APPARENTLY.  BAPTISTS MORESO THAN OTHERS (SOUTHERN, FREE WILL, MODERATE, EVANGELICAL, ETC.)

MY  “PRIMITIVE BAPTIST” GRANDMOTHER’S ANNUAL TWO STAY WEEK CLARIFIED THAT.  AND WHILE MY DAD WAS A WAKE FOREST GRADUATED “MODERATE”,  NONE OF THE BRANCHES WERE UNAWARE OF “…HELLFIRE AND BRIMSTONE!”  LATER I BEGAN TO SUSPECT IT WAS SOME KIND OF TRUMP CARD TO REIGN IN MY LITTLE ASS, BUT AT FIVE AND SIX YEARS OLD MY EARS PERKED UP WHEN THE TERM SENT MY IMAGINATION  INTO THE TERROR  ZONE OF “…BURNING IN HELL FOR ETERNITY!”

I HAD ALREADY BEEN IDENTIFIED AS A THEIF, A LIAR, AND STUPID,  HAVING NIPPED MY 50 CENT COLLECTION ENVELOPE WITHOUT REALIZING MY DAD COUNTED THE MONEY.  THEN SWORE THAT CHOIR MEMBER BROWNIE SWANN GAVE IT TO ME.  I  SPENT A LOT OF TIME LOOKING AT BROWNIE.

NEEDLESS TO SAY IMAGES OF HELL WERE “SEARED” IN MY THINKING (PUN INTENDED).  I MEAN SEARED!

THAT IMAGINATION, NOW NEARING 78 YEARS OLD HAS NEW LIFE.  AND, WHILE I HAVE CALLED SEVERAL FRIENDS I KNOW WHO SHOULD BE HAPPY,  NO ONE SEEMS TO APPRECIATE WHAT THE POPE HAS UNLEASHED.    SOME ARE EVEN UNHAPPY.   AS A YOUNGSTER I THOUGHT A CHURCH MEMBER WAS SAYING “BIEBASEZ” INSTEAD OF BIBLE SAYS.   JARED DIAMOND CITES “REASONS FOR RELIGION”, SUCH AS EXPLANATION, COMFORT, ANXIETY, ETC.  ONE IS REVENGE!  THIS MAY BE A GAME CHANGER:  “NO HELL?  GUESS I’LL HAVE TO TAKE THAT SUCKER OUT MYSELF!”

ONE REASON FOR RELIGION DIAMOND CITES IS ” JUSTIFICATION FOR WARS”.

FRIEDRICH NIETZCHE :  IF THERE WAS NO GOD MANKIND WOULD HAVE INVENTED HIM.

MY SISTER-IN-LAW SAYS THE POPE HAS FREED UP A  LOT OF PARENTAL NAMING POSSIBILITIES–I.E. ADOLF, OSAMA, CAPONE,  DILLINGER,  BLUE DUCK, CURLY, ETC.

MARIE IS A LITTLE CAUSTIC.

COACH MORNINGSTAR SAYS “SEX” IS UNDEFEATED.  AND NOW THAT DAMNATION FOR THOUGHTS  (THINK JIMMY CARTER) ISN’T A FRIGHT,  I DON’T THINK THOSE GUYS SHOULD BE FOUND DAMNABLE FOR SEXUAL DALLIANCES  (CLINTON, EDWARDS, TRUMP, GARY HART, TIGER,  ETC.)   MAYBE  WHOEVER “MADE SEX” MADE IT TOO POWERFUL FOR US HUMANS.   SWAGGART AND JIM BAKER SHOULD STILL SWING.

WHAT DO WE DO WITH “WHAT THE HELL”, “LET’S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE”, “YOU WILL ROT IN HELL”, ETC?  HELL IF I KNOW.

AT LEAST I WON’T GO TO HELL FOR USING ALL CAPS.

WHATEVER A  PLETHORA IS, THERE’S ONE FOR FRESH THOUGHT.   “…I’M LOSING WEIGHT AND TURNING KINDA PALE.  LOOKS LIKE I’VE GOT A TIGER BY THE TAIL”

MY GRANDSON WAS ASKED HOW A POOP “HAPPENS”?  WITH A LOOK OF —HOW COULD YOU ASK?  HE SAID, ” … IT JUST SLIDES OUT.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

THE GRIP TRAINER (DEMO) 222

 

Perhaps the most significant tennis change in recent history is the development of the two handed backhand.   Even young players can tattoo an offensive topspin groundstroke.   No reasonable coach disputes that.

Jim Verdieck was a great coach whose business card stated “I didn’t change anything, I gave you a new one.” The addition he referred to is a one handed underspin slice or chip.

Young players have trouble developing this shot, as a strange new grip is required, and new forearm muscles must be developed and trained. The many functions this new grip enhances is worth the work required (defensive backhands, lobs, all volleys except high forehands, the service, etc.).   Recently I experimented with a simple home made teaching aid: A balloon tied with a light string (2 to 3 feet long) to a badminton racket’s center string or “sweet spot”/  Note that the very light racket and balloon allow a classic one handed backhand volley, aided by a backhand grip.

Having recently worked with high school players, too few know the value of this tool.   Young girls and little boys struggle and it takes time. However few quality players are without this ability.

This drill allows almost immediate success with proper technique, using the new forearm muscles needed. The youngster will tell you quickly: “… I can feel that pulling my arm muscles!” Don’t allow them to overdo this and cause tennis elbow.

A LITTLE CHILD WILL LEAD THEM (222)

A friend sent me this link – https://www.facebook.com/GovMattBevin/videos/1828469310786287/

A response by Kentucky Governor Bevin, centered around the gun control issue:

Gov. Bevin, in my opinion, made the central point that American culture has changed dramatically, and lists a number of changes he feels are related to the current school tragedies. One concern about rampant violence are video games. The article below was in today’s news: News and Observer, March 25, 2018: “Fortnite Battle Royal” has “…has emerged as the latest gaming sensation. It is about a zombie apocalypse triggered by an extinction-level-event storm.” Players “… try to be the last contestant standing….”

In 1948, a few culture changes back, we had no video games. In my PLAY IS WHERE LIFE IS, I described how issues were often settled:

“About this time we’d found Melvin Steele down near the Dan River. They lived in the bottoms, and Mel’s dad, Mutt, was a plumber. Not only that he was an amateur boxer and taught Mel how to fight. This aided our arsenal.
Fighting was part of the deal and I’d done my share. Being the preacher’s kid my dad got every report. He’d “strap” me for fighting, I’d whip Tuddy or somebody else the next day.
One day E.T. called me into his “study”, a room upstairs in the parsonage where he’d prepare sermons. This memory is very vivid. The study was blue, another Sunday school classroom was pink, one was yellow.
My dad sat with his back to me facing out the window, toward the garden.
The conversation went like this, “Son, you continue to get into fights. I’ve strapped you, grounded you, lectured you, and done everything I know. Today we change course.”
Whereupon he removed his big leather belt and off his shirt.
He turned and told me, “Now you hit me until I tell you to stop.” I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t hit my dad. He demanded, I cried. He demanded. I hit him. “Harder.” I hit him. “Harder.” This progressed until I could see red marks through my tears.
Finally he turned, took the strap, sat me down, and simply said, “…now you know how it feels for me to hit you.”
I didn’t stop fighting altogether after that, but most of what I did I justified as necessary. We solved lots of problems fighting; too bad guns and knives got added.
I missed the best fight however, having moved out of Madison in the sixth grade. I’ve
heard it was legendary, especially told by Billy. We used to call out foes by saying, “..I’ll meet you after school.” Often we did, Melvin called a school bully out, only to the school baseball field, and at lunch during a school day. It was a classic. Although the bully was older, tough, bigger, and willing, Mel knew via his dad, how to fight. It went on for thirty minutes, the whole lunch period, and was witnessed by almost all the students who were out in the field.
The principal’s office overlooked the field and as the crowd exited, the principal and many faculty could be seen looking out the window.
The bully never bothered anyone much after that, I was told.”
This was pre-integration.
A culture shift I witnessed came after 1954 (Brown vs Brown). I never attended an integrated school, high school, or college. Or, for that matter, graduate school. On the first road trip my team took, a team member made a racist comment. I sternly told him I would not tolerate that. However I noticed how he seemed he was justified, or right. And that period of college student (late 1960’s and early 70’s.) seemed a whole lot more angry about race than my friends and colleagues.
These kids, black and white, were on the initial battle lines of our most intense public education “culture change”. White kids contended “…you didn’t have your lunch money stripped from you. You could fight without being stabbed or gang banged. Your teachers and administrators had control of discipline–certainly not afraid of the students themselves.”
FEAR AND INTIMIDATION have a high success rate. Try the Mafia’s history. Threaten one’s children and you may get your way. No one suffered intimidation more than the black population of America. In David Halberstam’s THE RECKONING he describes how young blacks realized they had to confront racism before they had children, having witnessed their parent’s fear of someone hurting their children and thus not being able to act.

So many of the “school shooters” fit a similar profile: Teenaged, white, male, not much parental foresight. Isn’t it logical to try to prevent this scenario?
Is this the algorithim we must better identify?
1. I can’t fight them
2. No one at school will help.
3. My parent(s) won’t do anything. Or don’t know how.
4. I’ll practice my videos and get good. Daydream of revenge.
5. I am great at this.
6. Somehow access to an assault weapon
7. “After tomorrow that son of a bitch will never scare me again. Nor will his buddies.”

At the same time I watched Gov. Bevin’s culture talk, the news was filled with the young people’s marches. My guess is Isaiah 11:6 may have more impact.

ON THE ROAD AGAIN (221)

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Things Have Changed

It Ain’t Me, Babe

Highway 61 Revisited

Simple Twist of Fate

Summer Days

Make You Feel My Love

Honest With Me

Tryin’ to Get to Heaven

Don’t Think Twice, It’s All Right

Pay in Blood

Tangled Up in Blue

Soon After Midnight

Early Roman Kings

Desolation Row

Spirit on the Water

Thunder on the Mountain

Why Try to Change Me Now
(Cy Coleman Jazz Trio cover)

Love Sick

Encore:
Blowin’ in the Wind

Ballad of a Thin Man

TOURNAMENT TIME (217)

Born male, in 1940 in North Carolina with the “love of sports” gene, son of a a Baptist minister who graduated from “old Wake Forest” ,  I was a Demon Deacon.

“WE” beat  Everett Case and the dominant Wolfpack twice by one point (71-70 and 51-50),  with my Dad and I listening to Ray Reeves on the Atwater Kent radio.  No TV yet.  Dickie Hemric, Lowell “Lefty”Davis, Coach Murray Greason, with Bones as assistant.

Bad news, good news from Raleigh’s News and Disturber:  1. BAD–The N&O has forgotten that WFU is part of the “big four”.  Coverage, current and historical, neglects Winston Salem as part of the state.   2.  GOOD:  Larry Silverberg, a professor of Mechanical and Aerospace Engineering was published today (March 3, 2018) with an article entitled MATH REVEALS THE PERFECT FREE THROW.

Malcolm Gladwell concluded Michael Jordan missed baseball “clunkering” and thus couldn’t hit at the major league level.*  Having watched the “ball bounce”  a lot of times, I was pleased with Professor Silverberg’s conclusions.  Some I wrote about on this blog in 2011.  Check blog 13 on GOLF PUTTING AND FREE SHOW SHOOTING.https://littlegreenbookoftennis.com/?s=free+throws

What a week in Atlantic Coast Conference.  Duke vs Carolina tonight  after FSU over Duke, Miami over Carolina, and Georgia Tech over State in three of the most exciting games of the year.  The “new ACC guys” upped the ante this week.

Want to know who is gonna win the final four.?   The ones who make the free throws at the end.   Clunk.

My  eleven year old grandson plays his season finale today for the BOULDER BUFFALOES.  His dad is a sub coach.  The regular coach has three young kids.  One, almost always wears his spiderman suit.  Sometimes to bed,  Coach says.  In a community center with six courts he runs the “side game”.   These are games of little brothers and sisters with their own rules and games.  This kid RUNS the side game.   Our last trip to Boulder included the eleven year old brother’s b-ball game.   Lennox is our other grandson.  He’d just turned two, but was sick.  When our family, en mass, walked in the gym, Spiderman asked abruptly,  “Where’s Lennox?”  My Son commented,  “Lennox can hang.  Spiderman likes him as backup.”   Made me proud.

*CLUNKERING”:  Gladwell say Michael missed those years baseball people put in watching the nuances of the game, or clunkering. (Spin on the ball, pitcher’s mannerisms and “tells”, etc.).         “Shop time, baby!”—Coach Mickey Brown.