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The Bells
THE BELLS of POEMS by Edgar Allen Poe
An eText from LiteratureClassics.com.
I.
HEAR the sledges with the bells -
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
II.
Hear the mellow wedding-bells
Golden bells!
What a world of happiness their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of night
How they ring out their delight! -
From the molten-golden notes,
And all in tune,
What a liquid ditty floats
To the turtle-dove that listens, while she gloats
On the moon!
Oh, from out the sounding cells,
What a gush of euphony voluminously wells!
How it swells!
How it dwells
On the Future! - how it tells
Of the rapture that impels
To the swinging and the ringing
Of the bells, bells, bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
To the rhyming and the chiming of the bells!
III.
Hear the loud alarum bells -
Brazen bells!
What tale of terror, now, their turbulency tells!
In the startled ear of night
How they scream out their affright!
Too much horrified to speak,
They can only shriek, shriek,
Out of tune,
In a clamorous appealing to the mercy of the fire,
In a mad expostulation with the deaf and frantic fire,
Leaping higher, higher, higher,
With a desperate desire,
And a resolute endeavor
Now - now to sit, or never,
By the side of the pale-faced moon.
Oh, the bells, bells, bells!
What a tale their terror tells
Of Despair!
How they clang, and clash, and roar!
What a horror they outpour
On the bosom of the palpitating air!
Yet the ear, it fully knows,
By the twanging
And the clanging,
How the danger ebbs and flows;
Yet, the ear distinctly tells,
In the jangling
And the wrangling,
How the danger sinks and swells,
By the sinking or the swelling in the anger of the bells -
Of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
In the clamour and the clangour of the bells!
IV.
Hear the tolling of the bells -
Iron bells!
What a world of solemn thought their monody compels!
In the silence of the night,
How we shiver with affright
At the melancholy meaning of their tone!
For every sound that floats
From the rust within their throats
Is a groan.
And the people - ah, the people -
They that dwell up in the steeple,
All alone,
And who, tolling, tolling, tolling,
In that muffled monotone,
Feel a glory in so rolling
On the human heart a stone -
They are neither man nor woman -
They are neither brute nor human -
They are Ghouls: -
And their king it is who tolls: -
And he rolls, rolls, rolls, rolls,
Rolls
A pæan from the bells!
And his merry bosom swells
With the pæan of the bells!
And he dances, and he yells;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the pæan of the bells -
Of the bells: -
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the throbbing of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells -
To the sobbing of the bells: -
Keeping time, time, time,
As he knells, knells, knells,
In a happy Runic rhyme,
To the rolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells: -
To the tolling of the bells -
Of the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
To the moaning and the groaning of the bells.
- Wonder what Kirsten Bell is up to, but until she showed up, I hadn't realized that our superpower sponge, Peter, didn't have any sort of lightning power last year; he must've soaked that up from Bell at some point.
- The new girl, Micah's cousin Monica, refused to name a local "crackhead" as the culprit for the attempt to rob her work. This is an ominous parallel/foreshadowing to a possible birth of a hero ala Peter Parker into Spider-Man. I'd bet that Nichelle Nichols, like her Star Trek cohort Sulu, will meet her demise at the hands of the crackhead in the next episode or two. Perhaps they'll be a little more original and kill her brother instead.
- I like Nathan Petrelli as the disheveled shell of the man he used to be. He has an edge, and a vulnerability, he didn't have as a politician last season. I do wish they'd show his ex-wife, Rena Sofer, again very soon. She's hot.
- A note on the last ep, I don't think I mentioned it but I might have, I finally liked Syler for the first time. I'm not saying he's the bad-guy I need him to be, but he was devious, charming, and he killed somebody without using any powers. This is a bad-guy I could start to get behind.
- Also from last week's ep (Claire was conspicuously absent tonite), Claire dating a guy who can fly seems incestuous to me since her birth father can fly. There have been hints that certain traits are passed on in families (which may suggest that Mohinder may yet have a power), so could she be making out with her brother? Not bloody likely, but they should've thought of that connection when they gave that boy her father's power.
- Matt and Mohinder = Bert and Ernie.
LS
Hall's performance as Dexter is amazing. Dexter is devoid of any emotion but his adoptive father Harry, played in flashback by James Remar, taught him to fake emotions so people would not suspect him; Hall is perfect for this type of role. His reactionary facial expressions convey just the slightest moment of thinking, you can practically hear Dexter think, "how should I respond to this plea?" before you see it on his face. Dexter also narrates the series, so some of the stuff you think he's thinking, you actually get. I am a little surprised that the Broadway-trained Hall didn't sing and dance in this series as he did now and then in Six Feet Under, but that may yet occur.
One complaint about renting the series, however, is that the last disc contains only 1 episode! It's a 4-disc series, and we noticed we were shorted by one episode in disc 3 and made a mad dash to the post office last nite (after 11pm) to see if disc 4 was there and it was! We were quickly disappointed to find out that the episode we were shorted in disc 3, episode 12, was the lone Dexter episode on disc 4. What a rip! Just be prepared for that, and try to get the last two discs at the same time as 11 ends on a cliffhanger and you're going to want to see 12 immediately.
Great acting and characterizations, well plotted and paced. That being said, the Miami location would suggest I would get some mighty fine ass-shots from time to time but 90% of the little nudity there is comes from cadavers, or soon to be cadavers.
8.5 thumbs up!
Let me tell you why I hate the viqueens and their fans: I lived in Minnesnowta, and I hated it. It's insular, the people that live there grew up there and never really left, have their friends, and don't need you. Winter lasts 6 months. Seriously. It snows in October and doesn't let up until April. Worst of all, they are the most ironically-titled fair-weather fans (get it, the weather is never fair?!) ever. I lived there one season and the 'queens were 5-0 and the games were being blacked out on local television because nobody believed in the team. 5-0!!!!! I'd go to work and people, football fans mind you, would complain about the next week when the 'queens were sure to lose. I mean, c'mon! Yeah, it was hard to get really jacked up about Denny Green but they had Culpepper and Randy Moss, not to mention a certain pretty darn good running back named Robert Smith that they just took for granted. Made me want to puke as I was forced to root for Wanny and pot-smoking fumbler Rashaan Salaam. I hope that when it's all said and done that LA steals two teams from Minnesnowta, the 'queens and the Lakers and make them pay as much for the second steal as they did for the first.
So, I really hate losing to the viqueens, more because fewer people in Minnesnowta watched the game than went to the zoo today, but also because I really hated my time served in Minnesnowta and this just kind of rubs my face in it. So choke on this victory, 'queens fans, because I hate you, your team, and the magnificent horse from Oklahoma you rode in on.
Love,
LS
P.S. BTW, I'm not sure who to root for in today's Pats vs. 'Boys game. I don't care for either team, but I really would like some team to finally break the unbeaten record held by the '72 Dolphins; I'm so sick of hearing of those old farts. Let the new generation have an unbeaten team, even if we don't like them.
Really, I'd like the Colts to do it, but I just don't see it as much as I do the Pats. Please, somebody do it.....
Syler still sucks. Keep his participation down to a minimum.
Looking forward to Kristen Bell joining the show. I think we could use a jolt. Also looking forward to Hiro joining us in the present.
Keep checking out the comic; it's pretty cool. I haven't done the flash version yet but there's supposed to be even more there.
All right, time to see if I can't put my current bout with insomnia to rest for the nite. I'm so bloody tired....
May you find peace and healing.
This is currently my favorite commercial.
BTW, the Pittsburgh Steelers are my second favorite team, I just had that thought this morning.
My favorite NFL teams, in order:
1. The Beloved Bears! Who else? One without a second really.
3. Pittsburgh Steelers
4. Whoever is playing the packers.
5. Whoever is playing the vikings (in the event that the packers and vikings play each other, I hope for a 0-0 tie).
6. I have added whoever is playing the Patriots, that whole winning thing they have going on I find extremely boring.
7. Carolina Panthers
8. Whoever is playing the Cowboys.
9. Whoever is playing the Ravens (I don't like Ray Lewis much).
10. Tennessee Titans (I do like Jeff Fisher).
11. St. Louis Rams, I should probably downgrade them, but for a few years there they made WhyYou, my alma mater, their summer home. Plus, I once had a really great nite in St. Louis....
12. Oh yeah, how can I forget, I started rooting for the Houston Texans. I did this because I get all of their games on my tv and I think they're starting to get something going there. Geography is how I started liking the Panthers too.
That's about it. The rest of the teams I don't concern myself with too much. I could probably pick a favorite in every division, but 'eh....
First, I haven’t posted in so long because I went on a 10-day vacation back to my beloved midwest and I’ve been slammed by teaching on top of my already too-busy 40-hour a week workload. Plus, the new tv season has started and that keeps me busy on my off hours. I don’t think I’ll get back up to my former output, but I’ll try to put a little more out there.
Second, I’ve been hit pretty hard by this Superbowl Hangover da Beloved Bears seem to be suffering from. I really thought that this was going to be our year and that it was going to be just a bit of a cakewalk.
I don’t think anyone can deny that we are mired in the dreaded Superbowl Hangover that afflicts the loser so often that nobody blinks an eye when it happens. It’s an odd mixture of fate, bad luck, and knee-jerking that just knocks the team out before they are in. It’s no secret that a large part of it is the superbowl loser usually has an inordinate amount of injuries; I attribute these injuries to pushing too hard. The players want so badly to win the championship that they overexert, overextend, overplay, and then it’s just a matter of time to take you down. So, we may be a very deep team by most NFL standards, but you’re not supposed to have to go to your bench so early and so often.
We also had a complete cave-in by our offense. I don’t know why, but our line is not performing well (and I hate to tell you this but with their age and our lack of investing in any youth on the line means this could cause us fits next year too). Receivers are dropping balls quicker and lower than my aging balls are dropping from my body. Benson is not Thomas Jones. Our 1st round pick, Greg Olsen, has yet to see any significant playing time due to injury suffered in the last meaningless pre-season game.
But I have to address our biggest scapegoat, Rex Grossman. I can’t put all the blame on the guy, and I know this isn’t a surprise given how Griese played today, but I sincerely hope that he does okay in his next stop. I mean, I don’t want him to be the second coming of Joe Montana or anything, but that he is able to stick around the league for another 7 years or so if only in a back-up role.
So this is where I am now. At 1-3, our wounded Bear’s chances of making the playoffs are slipping away like a gas station restroom condom, so it’s time to play What-the-Hell Ball. Play like you aren’t making the playoffs, but what the hell, let’s see if we can’t take somebody else down with us. What the hell, let’s see if Kyle Orton might be the quarterback of the future after all. What the hell, let’s get these rookies and second-year guys some playing time to really build some depth. What the hell, let’s fire Ron Turner and hire, well, anybody to coach this offense. It won’t be pretty, but we might have a little fun here and there.
For those of you thinking I’m jumping off the bandwagon, I counter that I’m doing just the opposite. I want these guys to win week after week. It has become painfully obvious to me that it isn’t going to happen this season and instead of moping around for days after a loss and becoming sullen and depressed, I think it’s time we went out there and had some fun, maybe knock people around some, let them know they played the Monsters of the Midway. I’m not asking for injuries, I’m not like the classless cheeseheads (a packer fan once told me she thought the totally illegal grab and dropping on his throwing shoulder hit that Charles Martin, may he burn in hell, gave Jim McMahon, was “funny”); I’m just saying that the Bears should play go-for-broke and let the chips fall where they may.
We might fall bass-ackwards into a draft pick this year that even Angelo can’t screw up (while I give Jerry accolades in finding gold in the third and later rounds of the draft, he can’t seem to find starters where it counts the most, the first and second rounds). Y’know, come to think of it, maybe we don’t draft anybody in the first and second rounds. If we keep wasting those picks, why not trade them for a franchise player? Not saying that I love Tony Romo or anything, but if the cowboys don’t sign him to an extension, they’ll likely franchise him. Well, he’s better than anything we have here at qb, why not give up those picks? It’s not like those picks were going to be anything for us anyway, we might as well get a starter with experience....
Anyhow, don’t get too caught up in the games this year. We are suffering one of the worst superbowl hangovers I’ve seen, so let’s just ride out and see what we really have. Let’s strongly consider firing Ron Turner and hiring an offensive coordinator that has actually proven themselves elsewhere (like the Lions did with Mike Martz). If they win, let’s celebrate, but if they lose, let’s count up the good plays and great hits they had out there. We can still salvage the season for fun, which is what the game should really be about.
Go Bears! If you can’t beat ‘em, beat the hell outta ‘em!
Austin Books & Comics is the BEST comic book store I have ever been in, and I’ve been bouncing in and out of comic shops for 30 years; what an unbelievable selection and what a great sale. I didn’t get home until 11, and I could only squeeze in two new comics (Justice #12 and Astonishing X-Men #22) before I went to bed (btw, if anyone is reading Astonishing, I’d love to talk about the last page and how Whedon has faired with the book overall, simply fantastic IMHO). I am anxiously awaiting the end of work so I can get to the rest of my booty.
I’d really like to brag about the prize of the night because I think it’s awesome, but I think I’m actually going to have to go back there this weekend and buy another as a Christmas present and the intended giftee is an occasional reader of this blog. As soon as I bought the damn thing I regretted not picking up two. Ah well, gives me a chance to go back….
I could’ve easily blown my wad on trade paperbacks (you probably know them as graphic novels, but really they’re just comics books under one collection so I guess true graphic novels would be books that were originally published as a novel rather than individual books. The distinction isn’t important to me, but I do hate when snobs refer to a single volume of collected individual comics as a graphic novel, get off your damn high horse and admit you read comic books, it was originally sold as a comic, so a collection of such comics are still comic books, IMHO). I couldn’t hang out in that part of the store for long, grab and go or there goes your paycheck.
The folks weren’t too bad, not the usual stinky nerd-crowd and a nice mix of ethnicities and even a good representation of women. There was one kid there with a sort-of modified flock-of-seagulls ‘do dyed partially red wearing a t-shirt that read “I FUCK NUNS,” and I felt bad that he needed that much attention. Of course, I’m prone to wearing the occasional shirt of someone flipping the bird (Mellencamp is my favorite) or a skeleton with a dripping anus (the Double Down Saloon in Las Vegas and it’s promoting their concoction they call “Ass Juice” which is really a type of girly drink, if you ask me), so I understand and cannot condemn too harshly; my problem with the shirt is that I think it’s patently untrue. I’m quite positive that young man never fucked a nun in his whole life, and probably never will. I mean, I at least drank some ass juice and saw Mellencamp in concert, so my advertising is true. I don’t wear a shirt that says “I fucked Reese Witherspoon,” because it never happened. Yet. I will get one made after….
At any rate, great sale. I don’t even miss not going to the Comic-Con this year anymore.
BTW, sorry about the carnival looking posts with all my different fonts lately, I can never seem to remember the right size/typeface for a nice post, and my free account here doesn't offer much from the site.
I flipped on my Ipod and walked to work this morning. The 1-2 punch that started my day:
- “Monster” – Fred Schneider
- “Godzilla” – Blue Oyster Cult
Hopefully, the theme stops there and I won’t have any monsters at work. Maybe the lizards outside my window will get into the Chemistry lab in the next building and turn giant. Hmm…..
“When your god inspires you to murder someone who worships god in a different way or under another name, you’re barking up the wrong god.”
Roger Ebert, Review for September Dawn
Did you ever start watching a movie you'd seen before, but it had been a while, and just before a certain character is due to hit the screen, you realize this is an actor you now know as somebody different? No, well screw you, I have it happen all the time. The last two times were Whedonverse characters, I remembered just before his introductory scene in Wonder Boys (can't tell you how much I love that one) that the janitor is none other than Wash, Alan Tudyk, from Firefly. It happened to me again last weekend, just as I stumbled upon My Stepmother is an Alien on Comedy Central, I realized that the actress playing Dan Ackroyd's daughter (and therefore the character who owns the titular quote) is none other than Willow, Alyson Hannigan. She might not have been the cutest kid back then, but she grew-up quite all right, and reminds me of another Whedonverse actress, my beloved Faith (Eliza Dushku), was also an awkward kid starring in some movie I can't remember where she is a neighbor or niece that is fascinated by the queen of weird-looking teens, Juliette Lewis.
All that's neither here-nor-there. Just thinking out loud.
Also, I may have mentioned this half a dozen times, but when I was hired I was told I couldn't take any time off during the summer yet everyone else in my office had about a week off. Not that I'm bitter....
Ben Franklin once said, "Beer is proof that there is a God and that He wants us to be happy." I would say that beer is proof that there is a God and that She doesn't want us to kill people. That's basically my way of saying that I was a bit less than a ray of sunshine this summer, and bless everyone that tolerated my shit.
I've finally got my fucking vacation coming to me the weekend after Labor Day weekend and I'm taking 10 days off to go back to my beloved midwest, my beloved cornfields, my beloved family and friends, and last-but-not-least the Beloved Bears. I'm so excited I appear to have a priapism and I'm frightening the women and children.
One hitch, tho', is that my position was reclassified a few weeks ago and I can now teach! The wheels were in motion very quickly and before I knew it I had a section of college writing and a section of university seminar. This is, of course, in addition to my 40-hour job, but still, it should give me a little more satisfaction than I have w/just my day job. I met my seminar kids this past Sunday and they seem to be okay, as okay as one can be at 18 when you know everything, and I taught for the first time in roughly 16 months today as my writing class started. It was pretty cool. I was all over the map but it felt pretty good and I nearly kept them the whole time! That almost never happened when I taught 75 minute courses at ol' Tiger U. At any rate, the hitch is I planned this vacation before I could teach, but now that I'm teaching I'll be damned if anyone tries to tell me I can't go back to IL/WI. Next year, effem, The Wife and I will just go on our own merry little summer vacation.
I'm pretty jazzed about teaching again. My current boss is pulling some petty power bullshit but it'll work itself out (she occasionally lords it over me and my co-worker that we require her approval to teach since it is not to interfere with our current positions). Might have to start looking for a better regular gig. My only problem is, I'm pretty good at what I do and I care and I have a decent relationship with a bunch of my kids. I guess I don't have to worry about that much.
BTW, one quick review:
Brick: Classic film noir set in a modern day high school, I gotta say I pretty much loved this movie. Fast talking Brendan is trying to find his ex-girlfriend, then her murderer (that's not a spoiler, her dead body is the first image in the movie). Brandon navigates thru palookas (a high school football player), femme fatales (one a drama geek, the other at the top of the clique ladder), a crimelord (and "old guy; he's like, twenty-six") played by former Witness Lukas Haas, and Brandon's connection to the "street" (playgrounds and where people take lunch in this high school), Brain. Brendan is played by Joseph Gordon-Levitt, once a former playmate of DJ's on Roseanne and Tommy on Third Rock from the Sun, Gordon-Levitt is turning into one of the best young actors working today. I was very impressed by his performance in the most beautiful film about pedophilia I'll ever see, Mysterious Skin, and now I'm a bona fide fan; can't hardly wait for The Lookout to come out of the long wait status in my netflix queue.
Yeah, it might be hard to believe these supposedly high-school kids are acting so mature and talking so fast and so forties-like (it's especially hard to believe when your spouse reminds you it's hard to believe), but I bought the trick enough to really enjoy it and recommend Brick. Only one scene really took me out of my realm of suspended-disbelieve, when Brendan had his inevitable confrontation with the police chief (the school's assistant vice-principal). It's Richard Roundtree's lone scene in the film, and it's a shame that the exchange between the two didn't quite work. Other than that, 7 thumbs up.
I’m super-busy at work dealing with all the kids who for one reason or another (probation = not so much sympathy; finances = lotsa sympathy as I never had money to go to school until I got married, and then it was only for the last year of my first degree...). Not much time to post, but I thought I’d comment on some recent nerd stuff.
Heroes: returns September 24th, and all your heroes will be back, including both Petrelli brothers. LS loves to say I told you so, so I have to say I told you Peter AND Nathan would be back. Supposed to be adding a hero from New Orleans, Nikki will take a little sabbatical at some point (and the hint is she will synthesize the two sides of her personality), and they will kick off a little spin-off mini-series, Heroes: Origins sometime during the winter hiatus I think. One of the Origins episodes will be directed by none other than ultra-cool nerd Kevin Smith. Unfortunately, Sylar will be back but I think we won’t see him as much because the actor, Zachary Quinto, who I dislike as not having enough personality, has been perfectly cast to play a young Spock in the next Star Trek film. I know it sounds like I’m being self-contradictory, but everything I hate about Sylar works in Quinto’s favor for him to play Spock. The dude that did Alias and Lost, JJ Abrams, is co-writing, producing, and directing the new Trek film, and it is reportedly set after the ending of the original series.
Speaking of Trek...: Anybody watch the old episodes with the new effects? I was against it in principle (I feared it would ruin them like I feel Lucas did with the first three Star Wars films) but after actually watching a couple I think they did a real nice job.
New BtVS comic: Nice issue not focusing on Buffy or the Scoobies. I’m anxiously awaiting Faith’s return in the next issue.
Currently reading: Top 10 Book 1 (comic book) by the inestimable Alan Moore. It’s kinda like NYPD Blue if everybody in NYC had super powers. It’s a b-day gift from Twinny, along with dvd’s of Fast Times at Ridgemont High and one of my favorite newer films, Wonder Boys (if you haven’t seen it, it has absolutely nothing to do with superheroes). For our b-day, I gave Twinny dvds of the complete Batfink, Brain Damage (nice little horror/comedy flick), and my coup de grace, Matango: Attack of the Mushroom People. Those of you grew up in Chicago and watched WFLD back on the old UHF on your aerial antennae tv might remember catching Attack of the Mushroom People some rainy Saturday afternoon in the 70s; it ends with the classic line, “..and....I ATE ONE!” I can’t wait to make him watch it again when I visit next month. The Wife got me a copy of the novel version of 300, framed my signed poster of Ray Dennis Steckler’s (who signed it) The Thrill Killers, a protector for my Ipod, and an Itunes gift card and a Stones DVD box set thingy. Yeah, I feel like I raked it in this year....
That’s it from ol’ LS. Wanna get another chapter of Top 10 in before I hit the hay.
WAIT! One more thing...
The Simpsons Movie: Saw it on Sunday. Funny, funny stuff. Much better than the show has been for the past 4 years, particularly the first 45 minutes or so. If they don’t get an Oscar nomination for Best Song – Spider-Pig Theme, I’ll be pissed:
Spider-Pig,
Spider-Pig,
Does whatever a Spider-Pig does.
Can he swing
From a web?
No, he can’t;
He’s a pig.
Brilliant.
I had such a horrible lunch experience eating in the cafeteria with all the junior high cheer squads on campus (I mean, the world revolves around every 12 year-old kid, but make them a cheerleader and it’s that much worse, imho), I had to grab my Ipod, some poetry and sit outside to re-center. While moving thru Browning’s “Caliban Upon Setebos,” I remembered a revelation I once had….
A few years back, I ordered AM Gold from Time/Life and listened to the songs of my youth (my pre-teen youth). While listening to the words of the Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons hit, “December 1963 (Oh, What a Night!),” I had a sudden revelation: this is a song about premature ejaculation. The chorus, to wit:
Oh, I got a funny feeling,
When she walked in the room,
And I, as I recall,
It ended much too soon!
I espoused this theory to my buddies and none of them believed me, I mean this song is played at like every wedding reception everywhere. Well, when we went to NYC in May, The Wife’s uncle treated us to a Broadway show, Jersey Boys, the story of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. Lo’ and behold they explain the genesis of “December 1963” and sure enough it is a song about premature ejaculation. I have rarely felt as vindicated as I did at that moment, and only wished that I had the opportunity to rub my friends’ faces in it, as any good friend would do.
Just thought I’d share that. If a song is about sex, I’ll get it eventually….
LS is saddened to report the death of 3 groundbreaking and visionary men: Ingmar Bergman, Bill Walsh, and Tom Snyder. If imitation is indeed the sincerest form of flattery, than Walsh who has inspired nearly every current offensive coordinator and head coach in the NFL and college ranks, Bergman who has influenced a generation of filmmakers, and Snyder who inspired, well, David Letterman (AND was spoofed by Dan Ackroyd during the original Not-Ready-for-Primetime-Players run of Saturday Night Live in the 70s), should rest in the most sincerest flattered peace. Gentlemen, R.I.P.
Tonite is one of the most magical nites in a sportsfan’s year: It’s Training-Camp Eve. Tonite all things are possible for all teams. Tonite everybody is undefeated. Tonite is the nite to imagine all the things that could be. Training-Camp Eve doesn’t have a fixed date and it falls on different days within a single year depending on when your team opens camp, but for all football fans everywhere there is a Training-Camp Eve and mine is tonite.
Couldn’t have said this better myself.
Thanks to Mike Downey. I have to say that I don’t mind that the national and local media have focused on the negatives for da Bears; they eat that shit up like deep-fried bacon at a breakfast buffet. This team loves to play the underdog, so keep it up sportswriters of
For the first time this season, let me offer the first of many:
GO BEARS!
