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Wreck It Ralph

So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today’s trouble is enough for today.  Matthew 6:34, New Living Translation.

There’s a big difference and a fine line between arrogance and confidence, between insolence and deference, and between brazen boldness and courageous chivalry.  True champions may be audacious, but they are also intrepid.  By faith they know that they are going to win, but they also fear that they are just as likely to lose.  Such is the spin and the spiral of sports. And such may be the case of the 2014 Washington Nationals Baseball team.

The Washington Nationals are 75 and 55, are first place in the National League East, have the 2nd best record in all of baseball, just came off of a 10 game win streak, and yet probably have the longest odds to win the World Series. So lest we get too overjoyed, let’s not get too overworked. Yes we’re excited, but if these same Nationals don’t win like we’d like them to, we won’t get too overwrought.  Yes they are playing their best baseball, are peaking at the right time, and don’t seem to be showing any signs of failing or faltering, but, guess what? You guessed it: there’s a big “BUT” coming.  And the “but” is that we’ve learned not to count our chickens before they hatch.

A Greek fabulist (someone who writes fables) named Aesop, said to have lived from 620 to 560 BCE, is credited with using this expression. He has several written fables attributed to his name; today, these are collectively known as Aesop’s Fables. One of them is titled The Milkmaid and Her Pail, and there’s a line from the tale that reads:

 “Ah, my child,” said the mother, “Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.”

The life “boat” of a Christian sails through irony and incongruity, through paradox and parallels, and through tension and friction.  This stress and strain is the incongruity of confidence and calm; it’s the clash between coolness and conviction.  And somewhere in between these sentiments and sensations lies the path of a mature, maximized man and woman who believes and trusts in God.

The spiritual tie-in is that God gives us strength for today and He is also our bright hope for tomorrow.  In sports-speak, this means that we are to play to win because it’s better than playing not to lose, and that’s the life all athletes live.  We are to live with poise and with power, with dignity and with gravity, knowing full well that our God has promised us victory and valor, vindication and validation.

Victory always comes and only comes after every villain is vanquished, and every foe is defeated. Victory comes, and we can count on it, yet ours is to wait patiently for it.

So let’s route for the Nationals and the Nats fans.  There’s a lot of baseball left to play, so hopefully the Nat’s take it one game at a time, and don’t count their chickens before they hatch.  They have a shot at going deep into the playoffs, and bringing a championship to this trophy starved town.

Bob McDonnell, Maureen McDonnell

 Bob McDonnell, Maureen McDonnell

I therefore so run, not as uncertainly; so fight I, not as one that beateth the air:

But I keep under my body, and bring it into subjection: lest that by any means, when I have preached to others, I myself should be a castaway.
1 Corinthians 9:26-27, KJV

Politics is a blood sport.  That politics is a “blood sport” is nothing new and is no new news.  But the news of a former right wing, conservative, “family values” politician throwing his own wife of 38 years under the bus to save his own neck is.  His legal defense in his corruption trial is that his wife is to blame for receiving the gifts and garb and the goodies given to them. The sad part is that in this “sport” we seem to have reached a new record low and set a new all-time high for sinister and satanic ways to win.

Sports is a give-it-all-you’ve got, last man standing, winner take all endeavor that we love and enjoy.  But when it becomes gory and gruesome, brutal and bloody, we shake our heads, turn our heads, and scratch our heads in wonder of how far and how low one will go just to get a “W.” Such is the case in the 2014 corruption trial of former Virginia Governor Robert McDonnell.

Politics to some is “sport.” It’s the hunt they enjoy.  It’s the kill that is the thrill. The modern idiom we use to describe this blood sport is to “play politics.”  To play politics means “to engage in political intrigue, take advantage of a political situation or issue, resort to partisan politics, and to exploit a political system or political relationships.”  To play politics means “to deal with people in an opportunistic, manipulative, or devious way, as for job advancement.”  After Watergate and Iran Contra-Gate and all of the other political scandals we’ve seen over the years, this sounds all too familiar.  Surely, Machiavelli was right: “absolute power corrupts absolutely.”

Playing politics is not like playing patty-cake or shooting marbles.  When you are dealing with people’s lives, and the life of those closest to you, namely the life of your wife whom you know and presumably love, that’s something else altogether.

Lest we become overly disparaging, we must remember that what has happened to Governor McDonnell could happen to any one of us.  Just ask the apple of God’s eye.

David was, among many things, a politician.  He got in over his head, went too far with Bathsheba and stopped to short by not acknowledging his sin, and the rest is, well, history.  The political scandal that McDonnell is embroiled in is nothing new. He is simply repeating the repertoire of unrighteous rigors that we all can and seem to find ourselves in.

Sports are supposed to be clean and fun and pure and natural. But there’s nothing pure or clean or fun about the McDonnell mess. And it’s only “natural” because we are all born in sin and shaped in iniquity. We are all sinners in need of a Savior. And His name is Jesus.

So let’s learn some lessons here. What McDonnell did was not for the public good, nor for the greater good; it was all for his own good and now it’s all about saving his own neck.  Instead of coming clean and repenting, he’s blaming his wife for his transgressions, and painting her and putting her in a terrible light.

And one more lesson needs to be learned: let’s not judge; let’s forgive, but let’s not forget the high price and the soaring cost of playing dirty and living loosely and the ill effect it has on us and on the “game.”


Divergent Life


But you are the ones chosen by God, chosen for the high calling of priestly work, chosen to be a holy people, God’s instruments to do his work and speak out for him, to tell others of the night-and-day difference he made for you —   from nothing to something, from rejected to accepted.

1 Peter 2:9-10, THE MESSAGE

Divergent is a Sci-Fi thriller with a boy-meets-girl twist, all rolled up in a good versus evil pita wrap.  It’s “Hunger Games” meets “The Matrix” with a pinch of “Inception” thrown in for fun (you gotta know your movies!).  IMDB describes Divergent this way: “In a world divided by factions based on virtues, Tris learns she’s Divergent and won’t fit in. When she discovers a plot to destroy Divergents, Tris and the mysterious Four must find out what makes Divergents dangerous before it’s too late.”  You gotta watch it at least twice to get it, a.k.a. Matrix and Inception.

I like Divergent because of the spiritual undertones and overtones, the mystical messages and even the reversed religious rhetoric. The film is filled with sanctimony and sacrifice, ritual and redemption, self-righteousness and sordid sacrilege, all rolled up into one solid “right will eventually overcome wrong” saga.


Divergent’s message is for those of us who know that we don’t fit into the mainstream and yet struggle to fit in anyway.  We know that our place and our position and our purpose is not to assimilate but to advocate; to right wrongs, to fix problems, to correct mistakes, and to run the bad guys out of town.  The film is so blatantly and deliberately and unashamedly supernatural it runs the risk of being overly preaching and pretentious.  But it works for me.

Divergent’s heroine acts and sounds and looks a lot like the men and women of old who are or belong in the hallowed Hall of Faith: Abigail and Asenath; Elijah and Elisha; Hannah and Hadassah (Esther); Ruth and Rebecca; Moses and Mordecai.  None of these Biblical greats “fit in” with the crowd; on the contrary, they were ordained by God to stand out in order to stand up and fulfill Heaven’s marvelous and majestic mission for their lives. And the mission was and is always external and exterior to our individual, idiosyncratic way of thinking, for God’s plans are always much bigger and much grander and much greater than we can ask or think.

Likewise, ours is to speak up, to reach out and to look within; ours is to blow whistles, to tear down evil, to build up good, and to do what others want to do but are afraid to do. The heroine in Divergent is a standout who wants to stand-down but eventually learns that she must stand up or she and others like her will be stamped out.  We’ve heard this story line before, but reminders are always a very good thing.

So let’s learn the lessons that Divergent teaches. They’re right out of the Bible: unlimited love, vicarious victories, determined dispositions, and providential pathways.  Let’s not let evil endure. Let’s not let the pernicious prevail.  Let’s stand up and fight with all of His might. Just like the great composer George Duffield wrote, let’s “Stand up, stand up for Jesus:”

Stand up, stand up for Jesus, ye soldiers of the cross;

Lift high His royal banner, it must not suffer loss.

From victory unto victory His army shall He lead,

Till every foe is vanquished, and Christ is Lord indeed


Stand up, stand up for Jesus, stand in His strength alone;

The arm of flesh will fail you, ye dare not trust your own.

Put on the Gospel armor, each piece put on with prayer;

Where duty calls or danger, be never wanting there.


Not forsaking the assembling of ourselves together, as the manner of some is; but exhorting one another: and so much the more, as ye see the day approaching.

Hebrews 10:25, KJV

Going “To” the game and being “At” the game is so much better and so far superior to watching on television. Words fail to describe how much further and how much farther and how much MORE and how beyond belief the “at game” experience is. It was great. And to top it all off, we went on Bobblehead Day, and we got bobblehead dolls!

I went to a day game with some of my co-workers and we had a ball. It wasn’t a playoff game, nor was it a “playoff atmosphere,” but it was a significant game nonetheless. We went to a game at National’s Park, between the Washington Nationals and the Arizona Diamondbacks. The Nat’s had a nine game win streak on the line, and getting to ten consecutive wins in a row was a big deal. The score was 0-0 through the top of the ninth inning, producing a pretty slow, snails-pace of a game, but being with a group made getting there half the fun.

The game we went to just so happened to be during the home team’s hot streak. The Nationals are in 1st Place in the National League East, and are 7.5 games ahead of second place Atlanta. So you would think that the place would be hoppin’ and jumpin’ and people would be screaming and hollering for the home team. Well, not quite. The somewhat watered down Washington D.C. mood aside, the crowd was eager and excited and ready to go a ripping and a roaring for the home team.

Games are decided by scoring. The lack of scoring aside, there was plenty of drama and theater and comedy and tragedy at the game that you’ll only get at the game, and can’t get at home. Now mind you, I’d love to have season tickets, but am not one of the private, privileged prima donnas that can afford to purchase season tickets so that I’m a part of the atmosphere and ambiance of a home game all of the time. But surely I digress.

Going to the ball game is a summer treat. We saw tons of kids with their little National’s Jerseys and baseball caps and they were so cute. We saw families and seniors and couples and just plain ‘ole men at the ballpark on a nice summer afternoon enjoying American’s favorite pastime. And it was great.

So the spiritual tie-in is that we crone and we crave and we peek and we pine for community, and for something to cheer about and cheer for. We want to rejoice and revel, to enjoy and to elate with and for our teams. And I was cheering and yelling and screaming and shouting and whooping and hollering all for a team that I don’t even like! (I’m from Philly, remember?)

So whether it’s a church service or a concert or a conference or a cell group, go; GO to the “game.” We cannot live absent and apart from community, and this community must be healthy and wholesome and comforting and consoling and encouraging and heartening and inspiring and uplifting, all at the same time. So go to the “game.” You’ll get more out of it and can put more into it if you go, and you’ll be glad you did. Staying home and watching on T.V. is just not the same.


Jonathan Paul Manziel is only 6.0 feet tall, a tad on the diminutive side for a quarterback, and, from the looks of his performance so far, he may have an equally stunt NFL career. A bold, blatant, brazen statement, perhaps? Maybe not. Pre-Season Football is like going to the dentist; we all know it’s necessary, but none of us want to go. So do you put any weight or stock, credence or confidence in the play of players during a preseason game?

Jonathan “Johnny Football” Manziel won the Heisman Trophy in 2012 as a freshman at Texas A&M and by all accounts, he was the next Joe Namath, Terry Bradshaw, Joe Montana and Tom Brady combined. And he was only a FRESHMAN! According to most, the media made Manziel more than he maybe was meant to be. The media gave Manziel the moniker “Johnny Football” and this title stuck, and it has him stuck trying to measure up to all of the animation and anticipation.

Johnny Football is having trouble playing down and living up to all of the hype. Hype, the noun, is defined this way: “exaggerated publicity or hoopla,” and can mean “a swindle, deception, or trick.” Hype, the verb, means “to create interest in by flamboyant or dramatic methods; to promote or publicize showily; to intensify by advertising, promotion, or publicity, or by ingenious or questionable claims or methods.” In other words, hype is “created” or drummed up, and is usually false and fraudulent.

All of the hype surrounding Manziel’s entry into the NFL has overshadowed his actual ability to perform at the next level. He played wonderfully for Texas A&M last year, but terribly last Monday night against the Washington Redskins, going 7-16 for 65 yards, with 3 sacks. Since he didn’t exactly light it up, and he’s not exactly meeting expectations, he will not be the starter for the Browns come September.

And if his poor performance wasn’t enough, for an encore, Manziel raised his middle finger toward the opponents’ bench as he returned to the huddle late in the third quarter of Monday night’s 24-23 loss. Truth be told, it was one of the few times a Browns QB actually found his intended target. “It does not sit well,” Cleveland coach Mike Pettine said. “It’s disappointing, because what we talk about is being poised and being focused. That’s a big part of all football players, especially the quarterback.” Manziel called the moment a “lapse of judgment.” I call that declaration a denial, and the understatement of the year.

New names or nicknames are supposed to describe and define, not dupe and defraud. We should live up to our names, not play down to them. In other words, what people call us and conclude about us is indicative of our life and our lifestyle.

Facts and not hype should be what we are known for. Christians, above all other people of faith, should live up to the name we have been given. The New Testament book of Acts tells us that the followers of Jesus Christ “were first called Christians at Antioch.” Christian means “like Christ.” However, during the First Century, the term “Christian” was a derogatory term; a slight and a slur; an insult and an indignity; and it was a disgrace and a dishonor to be called a Christian by the World at that time. But have times changed?

Some overzealous Christians have “hyped” Christianity by preaching and purporting a Prosperity Doctrine. It’s a goofy gospel that says that as Christians we are always to be healthy and happy, wealthy and well-off, blooming and blossoming. By this standard, no Christian should ever have a bad day. Not true. We have created our own hype and can’t live up to it.

Erwin McManus said that “for those of us who live here in the Western World—and any place that has been affected by affluence, security, safety and comfort—there’s a sense where we begin to buy into a subtle theological lie that God promises us safety and security and comfort and wealth…the truth of the matter is that God has never promised us that we would always be secure or comfortable or become wealthy.”

God has promised us that He will be with us through every phase of life, in good times and in bad, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health; just like the marriage vows, God has promised to be with us through it all.

And so the question is, “Have we lived up to our name?” When we perform poorly and behave badly, when we teach wrongly and live imperfectly, we discredit our Lord, and bring shame to his name. So let’s forget the hype; let’s get back to being salt and light, to being cities on a hill, candles on a tall stick, so that men will see us trust God for everything and in everything.

Mone Davis

“A 2-hit, CG (Complete Game) shutout, with 8 K’s (strike outs).”

That’s news at any level. Only this time it’s not the majors, or even the minors for that matter; we’re talkin’ the Little League World Series in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, and the pitcher is Mo’ne Davis. That’s right folks — that great pitcher we’re talking about is a girl.

Growing up in Philly, it was a cardinal sin for a boy to lose to a girl. It was a no-no to let a girl out-play, out-run or out-anything you in any sport. Girls were considered inferior, imperfect and incapable of competing with boys and thus were shut out. Girls were considered second-class citizens when it came to sports. Girls were not allowed to play in any games, much less any complete games, with their male counterparts. But that was then and this is now.

Now, there are two girls playing in this year’s Little League World Series: Philadelphia’s Mo’ne Davis and Canada’s Emma March. It is only the third time in the event’s 68-year history that two girls are playing in the same series. The first female to play in this tournament was Kathryn “Tubby” Johnston Massar who played in 1950, leading to a rule barring girls from playing. That rule was overturned in 1974.

“The legend of Mo’ne Davis, the 13-year-old girl with the 70-mph fastball, continued to grow Friday, as she became the first girl to throw a shutout in Little League World Series history. She might have grabbed the title of coolest kid in the world in the process, striking out eight and allowing just two hits while getting praised by the likes of Mike Trout and Lil Wayne.”

Wearing the Mid-Atlantic Region Jersey, Mo’ne handled the press like a seasoned veteran, as she helped her team to advance one step closer to fulfilling a dream that few boys, and much fewer girls for that matter, even dare to dream; winning the Little League World Series as a pitcher, and a dominant one at that.

I’m so happy for her. She’s from Philly — South Philly at that, and she has character and charm and charisma beyond her 13 yearling years. So let’s route for her and her team, for it seems that they have embraced her and encircled her and enriched her. And that’s wonderful to see.

Mo’ne Davis is a girl. And an African American girl at that, amongst a team of mostly white boys. She’s the talk of the town, the belle of the ball, and an inspiration and the motivation for thousands of youth athletes, everywhere. Now, especially because of her terrific talent and tenacity, and in spite of her sex and race, she’s not just a girl, she’s just one of the guys.

Robin Willims Pic

To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness . . . Isaiah 61:3, KJV

Robin McLaurin Williams wasn’t an athlete, he was an actor, and a successful one at that. While he “won” at acting, he unfortunately lost to depression. Lest we are quick to judge, please understand that everyone has an archenemy and an archrival, an adversary and an antagonist that haunts us and taunts us every season and for any reason. Some evil opponents have a way of coming back “game” after game and time after time, and won’t relent or retreat until they kill or are killed.

Robin Williams was funny during his life, but he lays humorless at his death. His condition was serious, as his nemesis was depression and addiction. Sadly, he fought and he wrestled only to be overcome by these dreaded demons. We must understand that his battle could be our battle; his struggle could be our struggle; his demise could be ours, and is in fact the fight of someone you may know who is fighting for their life right now.

Robin had to deal with a fierce foe and a chilling challenger that wouldn’t go away. Not to trivialize Robin’s tragic turn for the worst, but by example, sports teams battle heated and hated hellions all of the time. Just as the Red Sox have the Yankees, the Redskins have the Cowboys and Ohio State has Michigan, we all have someone or something on the opposite sideline that hates us and wants us dead.

Biblically speaking, the children of Israel were in bondage to and belittled by the Egyptians until Moses defeated Pharaoh at the Red Sea; the Hebrews spared with Philistines until David finally defeated Goliath with a sling shot and a stone; and God’s chosen people were victim to the Midianites until Gideon defeated this enemy with only 300 courageous men.

We all battle sin and shame, and can only overcome when our champion defeats our enemy for us. Jesus is our Champion. He has defeated death, hell and the grave — and depression and addiction too. Ours is to accept that God has given us the gift of His Son who has won the ultimate battle and is yet fighting and triumphing for us.

So let’s remember Robin and resolve to get the best of our enemies and not let our enemies get the best of us.


Every valley shall be exalted, and every mountain and hill shall be made low: and the crooked shall be made straight, and the rough places plain:

And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed.
Isaiah 40:4-5, KJV

My mom watched the film “Glory Road” last night and she loved it. My mom is the reason I love movies so much. Growing up, my sisters and I would watch movies with her and learn life lessons along the way. My mom called movies “stories;” she always wanted to watch a good story. Now I know why.

Movies are stories indeed, and all-the-world loves a good story. Good stories are the Bible’s benchmark and baseline; from Adam to the Anti-Christ, Biblical stories teach us and reach us like no other medium or method or mode can. Likewise, all stories, and specifically all good stories, covey vigor and vitality, power and potency, energy and efficacy as they compel us to do more and to do better and to be better than we presently are in life. After all, don’t we all want to overcome obstacles and be better persons?

“Glory Road” is the 2006 American college basketball docu-drama based on the true story surrounding the events leading to the 1966 NCAA Men’s Division I Basketball Championship. Don Haskins portrayed by Josh Lucas, head coach of Texas Western College, coached a team with an all-black starting lineup, a first in NCAA history. Glory Road explores racism, discrimination, and student athletics. Supporting actors Jon Voight and Derek Luke also star and perform admirably in principle roles.

I love “Glory Road” because it is seriously funny. It deals with a serious subject, racism in the American south in the 1960’s, yet it interjects and intertwines a healthy dose of happiness and light-heartedness in a way that helps the medicine go down. That’s right, the medicine; remember the words of Mary Popins? “A spoonful of sugar makes the medicine go down, in a most delightful way.”

“Glory Road” contains the medicine of the truth and the teaching that racism and bigotry and pride and prejudice is and always has been wrong. The oppressive practice and sinister system of not allowing black players to start on major teams in major sports at major universities was wrong. And thankfully the boldness and bravery and bravado of Coach Don Haskins changed all of that.

And so we learn that the road to glory is not straight or simple; it is not through flowery beds of ease but through stormy and bloody seas. The road to glory is through aches and pains, through agony and misery, through heart-ache and heart break, and mostly through oppression that must be overcome. Just ask Jesus.

So the lesson is this: what oppressive system needs to come down next? What wrong needs to be made right? What crooked thing needs to be made straight? What person or people group or population is in the valley and needs to be raised up? The truth of God’s Word will endure forever. Right will prevail over wrong, good will conquer evil, and love and truth will always win in the end.

So today I celebrate my mom, Lerotha. She taught me to love good movies, to live a good story, and to labor so that the oppressed are set free.


Should college “student athletes” be compensated for playing, principally football and basketball, before thousands in the stands and millions more on television? The tide has finally turned, and the holy grail of college athletics has finally tipped in favor of the athlete. And many are asking, “So what’s the debate all about?”

On the one hand, student athletes are supposed to be just that, students, but they are supposed to be “students” first, right? The truth of the matter is that most athletes in college are athletes more than they are students. So why not compensate them for entertaining us and for being the engine that drives the revenue that colleges revel in?

On the other hand, how do you fairly compensate all athletes? Who decides how much to give which athletes in which sports? Football and basketball are of course the main money makers; so do the athletes in these sports get the lion’s share of the take?

The NCAA in its infinite wisdom has decided to allow the larger American sports conferences to cook up a concoction that compensates their student athletes. This leaves smaller conferences out in the cold, or to continue the food analogy, left at the folding card table at Thanksgiving dinner to eat on paper plates while the “adult” conferences dine delectably at the dining room table.

Fair? Not hardly, but it’s a start. The way the National Collegiate Athletic Association (NCAA) has handled the outcry for compensation of student athletes is classless and tasteless; in other words, the NCAA has lived up to its name: No Class At All. The NCAA needs be schooled on how to better treat the student athletes that have been their bread and butter for decades. The current system is repulsive and repressive; it is an oppressive system, and each and every oppressive system must and will be overturned and come to an end.

The NCAA began as an almost meaningless manikin; and now, thanks to the efforts of thousands of student athletes, it’s a mammoth, man (or student) eating monster. The NCAA has made billions of dollars on the backs of athletes who often don’t have enough money for food and other common commodities.

Student athletes have been cheated out of any compensation, much less fair compensation, for too long. But the recent ruling by the NCAA is a start. Hopefully, smart and sharp and bright and brainy minds will develop a plan and a program that allows the college student athlete to want to stay in school and learn life lessons and earn deserved degrees without feeling like an indentured servant at best or a bond slave at worst.


“We are one in the Spirit”

Rebecca Lynn “Becky” Hammon is the first female to be hired as a coach in the NBA, the National Basketball Association, or the “No Boys Allowed” Club. She’s a pretty professional who was not hired for her looks, but for her basketball smarts.   By all accounts, she was hired because of the “content of her character.” I for one am happy for her, and I’m sure Martin Luther King, Jr. would be pleased.

Becky Hammon is a girl in a guy’s world, and she can certainly hold her own. As a junior in high school, she was South Dakota Miss Basketball. As a senior, she was voted the South Dakota Player of the Year after averaging 26 points, 4 rebounds and 5 steals per game. Also that year, she was voted female class athlete by her graduating class. Hammon’s prolific scoring for the Colorado State Rams made her an All-American as well as Colorado Sportswoman of the Year. And in the WNBA, Hammon became the seventh player in WNBA history to score 5000 points. Not too shabby.

Someone once told me that men and women shouldn’t work together. Wow. That statement is certainly driven by the fear that men will treat women as “sex objects” and that women will treat men as “boy toys.” This fear doesn’t have to be fact. In God’s eyes, we are all “one in Christ Jesus.” Maybe that’s the problem; everybody isn’t part of the Christian family so there are abuses and mistreatments and cruelties and insults and, unfortunately, much worse. However, if we did things the God way, where “There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither bond nor free, there is neither male nor female: for ye are all one in Christ Jesus,” (Galatians 3:28) we could all live and work and play together as one big happy family.

Hammon has a high basketball IQ, and she is respected by the San Antonio players and coaches alike for her athletic acumen. Being female has nothing to do with her basketball brains and brightness, or her sports insight and foresight. So I’m happy for Becky, the first female coach in a male sport. She earned it. It was not given, it was gotten; it was not awarded it was acquired. And I hope she does well, in spite and despite all of the critics and curmudgeons, all of the naysayers and nitpickers, all of the legalists and gender separatist’s I hope she succeeds and has good success. And I hope you do too.


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