60 Seconds of TPUSA Presents: The ALL-AMERICAN HALFTIME SHOW
There’s a book that’s sittin’ in your house somewhere that could use some dustin’ off…
There’s a book that’s sittin’ in your house somewhere that could use some dustin’ off…
Itβs 3:16 am, and I am awake before my alarm. My body is tired from driving 1,000 plus miles and working 30 plus hours over the past 3 days. But my internal clock woke me early because my mind has things to do. The 3:16 made me think of John 3:16 and thatβs a good start to any day.
All of this will feel better over time. The extra period started slow for the home team, but it got much better. Even though the road team won, it would be hard to find any better over time.
“Sticks and Stones” is an English-language children’s rhyme.
The rhyme is used as a defense against name-calling and verbal bullying, intended to increase resiliency, avoid physical retaliation, and/or to remain calm and indifferent.
The full rhyme is usually a variant of:
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words shall never hurt me.
For the 2010 Flames it counted for three Titles in four years, at the Winter Classic NH. Four wins on the weekend.
Fertile plain, or level place. Compassionate friend. These are the Biblical meanings of my Aunt’s first and middle name. Aptly named. Aptly trained.
~ Marcescence – Don’t Let GoΒ ~
A little beech haiku and PhotoPoetry
Saturday – March 23rd – Update on NH Spring Training 2024. NH Spring Training 2024, I was looking over my roster for Saturday’s action. I walked onto the field of battle and discovered that…
Woods Haiku In the woods I walked. Conversation I did have. Though nobody talked. On this afternoon, the wind was whipping through the trees. Then silence would fall over the scene like someone…
Imagine a day when the entire team is in uniform together to make their final stand as the family that they have become. Then, for one day all together they unite, perhaps like never before. Banded together, as only a family can, they appear as one mass of skating, skill, and effort. They beat, shift after shift, as one heart, and literally produce actuality beyond expectation.
Each cut the kids joy. Hours spent on prep in the cold. It never gets old.
One hundred years plus. Bricks stacked high. Beneath the sky. Passion lies in us.
Two winters distinct The sound of steel slicing ice For all full delight
Goffstown went to Keene to play against the Monadnock-Fall Mountain-ConVal Huskies in a MUST win game, against an opponent they should beat with a solid effort. The Goffstown hockey team got the win, 4-1, all while battling through details that seemed just a bit out of sync.
If always you were even or getting ahead and never did you ever fall behind
Would the miraculous invention and the splendid depth of self ever you find?
It’s the roster. They’re our kids. The ones we love and the ones we drive the miles for.
They all measure up whether we know it or not, remember, we aren’t the ones.Β
They wear the numbers on the line, if we did anything different, it would only be more.Β
We should give them space and take them home, odors, and all the gear, our loves, our sons.Β Β
September 30, 2023 – Five Sunrises There is something special, almost exciting, about being up before the dawn’sΒ early light The day is not promised, but there you are, alive and wide-eyed, still attached…
While sitting in my backyard during the early morning hours this weekend while sipping hot coffee, I took time to pray, to ponder, and to slow down. I slowed down in order to embrace the quality of life I am fortunate to have.Β
A night of broken sleep led to another cool, early morning. I didn’t rest as well as I wanted to but I was better rested than when I went to sleep the night before. I started moving, and praying along the way, to go forward and go with the flow.
Is it me, or do long days seem to run together with more long days? Are long days just long because I am overtired, or are the days just really long? Either way, the day started cool, windy, and bright. Clean. Clear. Crisp. A fresh start.
A morning that started warm and tender suddenly turned. Like all of my plans were trashed, burned.
May 14, 2023 – Mother’s Day – The Chosen Mother’s Day 2023 was approaching and I started to think on the subject a little more intently than I usually do. As strange as this…
Thank you Coach Slocum, not just for the 16 years. But for the joys, the celebrations, and maybe even a few tears.
Undaunted by adversity, and what others may deem; you were fair and honest. Years weren’t about you, but rather, the team.
Your teams exceeded predictions and set records, the wins they did amass. But nobody can take away your 16 seasons of exuding class.
The program must carry on, but it, I, will miss you. And this winter when I’m in the booth, I hope you’ll be on a beach, with a view.
I know that you would be the last one to do what I am about to do, but this one, Ben, this one is all about you.
So, spring of ’23 and I roll out some words in this rhyme, a Thank You Coach Slocum, words and numbers one last time.
April 14, 2023: I am missing my Dad. It has been seven years. 7 years not here. Dad, I miss you. But, how could I ever question God’s perfect timing. I know you are in your heavenly home and that thought alone makes me smile.
The Way There are more than eight-six thousand seconds in each day.Β And many times I only feel mistake free when I’m sleeping seconds away. The Lord Jesus said, βI am the way,…