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Vick will eat your wheaties just read Macbeth

December13

This post is more about a historical footnote, of sorts. And, me showing off with corollary thinking.

Recent headlines state: Michael Vick leads Pro Bowl voting 1½ years after he was released from prison.

And, I predicted this.

Just to prove it, I’ll recommend you read my post from last season: i pick Vick – and Macbeth. That got a lot of attention. And, it was loads of fun to research and compose.

Don’t bother defying or debating me. I’ve reached a higher-plane.

According to my sources (and, those are better than yours because they come from “they”), the Philadelphia Eagles quarterback had over seven hundred and twenty nine fan votes as of last Wednesday – nearly forty thousand more than second-place Peyton Manning. Vick is going to be on a Wheaties box, soon. Manning had topped the balloting the previous two weeks before being surpassed by Vick. Actually Vick blew by him like he does most defenses – and, other people’s opinions.

It’s the latest evidence that many fans appear willing to forgive Vick for the vicious dogfighting operation (run by his white-trash family) that sent him to prison for eighteen months months as they embrace his stunning return to NFL stardom. A backup to start the season, Vick has led the Philadelphia Eagles to first place in the NFC East. along the way he’s accounted for twenty one touchdowns and throwing just two interceptions.

Just for perspective, other voting leaders include: Manning, New England Patriots quarterback Tom Brady, Minnesota Vikings running back Adrian Peterson, and Green Bay Packers quarterback Aaron Rodgers.

Online Pro Bowl voting ends Dec. 20th. The teams are picked by a combination of fans’, players’ and coaches’ votes.

I care less now about what Vick did. The worse mistake anyone can make is the one they repeat. And, I’m looking for Vick to finish well.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

miraculous healing

September24

I’m standing here (literally), and I’m claiming a verified miracle.

For twelve months I’ve been in constant agony with the achilles tendon on both sides. The globe has promised to spin off it’s very axis with the alarm and concern this has generated. In fact, you can read about that here: Brian Cork Injures Achilles Tendon Extreme sporting World Draws Collective Breath.

Running has been next to impossible, except occasionally – and, despite the economy, the makers of Baer Back and Body tablets (super-charged aspirin) have realized a banner year with all of it I’ve literally choked down. Every time I sat still for awhile, or slept, they (the achilles tendons) would go stiff, and I carried myself like an old man, hobbling about, with arthritis in his feet.

Then I started running on the turf field at North Park here in Milton (formerly Alpharetta). I could tolerate that and began to carefully increase my mileage again. The scenery is tenuous. But, I allowed myself to be lost in thought (and, to be certain, many of the worlds issues are potentially resolved) as I hurled myself around the pitch for ever longer periods of time. Late last week I looked up from a cooling-down walk when I heard applause. Joanne had come over to watch me on her way to Publix.

That was cool.

Maybe it was a sign.

I started realizing about that time the pain was easing. Then after a run Wednesday, that included my best effort to date, I realized that I was feeling pretty fit, and there was almost no soreness. Today I came out of the shower with nary a hint of discomfort. To celebrate in my own special way, I knocked-out a quick one-hundred push-ups.

Just like that… Healed.

I knew you, collectively, would rejoice with this august news.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

my own enchanted princess

August1

I thought I was really busy. However, while pondering some notes on my Macbook at the kitchen counter I felt a gentle tug on my elbow.

It was my little Emma Jo.

She was still mussy from a good nights sleep. Her face, turned up to me, hopeful, as she made the simple request: “Daddy will you watch Enchanted with me?”

Being me a good number of thoughts ran swiftly through my head. But, God was with me, as usual, and the right words popped out with: “of course, my Love”. “anything”.

Images and memories can be created in the span of a heartbeat. The picture of Emma Jo below is how I’ll likely see her for the rest of my days.

For almost two hours of absolute bliss, I sat downstairs in the basement theatre with Emma Jo snuggled up against me watching what might be one of the best movies ever crafted for Daughters and Daddies. I’ve seen it a dozen times, and will look forward to many, many, many more efforts.

I know a lot of Dads read this Blog. And, I’ll add hope that, regardless of their age, you’ll invite them to watch Enchanted and love the life that only Princesses can be part of.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

boat story #4

July21

Friends of ours recently purchased a boat. Their youngest daughter happens to be best friends with my little Emma Jo. In short order we were invited to join them at Lake Lanier for a weekend.

That was fun. A lot of fun.

Emma Jo wanted a floating device that could be pulled from behind their boat (they are quite good friends of ours and such liberties are encouraged).

With the device that offered the best and most “whoo hoo” value with the requisite opportunities (with the pull-rope, for good measure) in hand, Joanne suggested we might want our own boat at some point.

So … I can now add the story of how I bought a boat to go with a water toy to my inventory.

This is a good picture of our boat. However, the people in it are not me, friends, nor family. Loads of other pictures are forthcoming, to include images of real people. These will likely include images of me with a smile splayed broadly across my sunburned visage as I fiercely grip the steering wheel and an icy cold Fat Tire (just in the correct combination, order – and, with due considerations of good judgment and safety).

Rowdy, our fourteen month old Rhodesian Ridgeback sits right at the front, his ears struck out like wings, as he barks and “boofs” furiously into the roaring wind, advising all that care to listen (and others that have little choice) that they are near “his boat”, on “his lake, with “his people”. We can also take him to Sunset Cove where we beach the boat just outside of the Water Park where we have season passes. Hundreds of people already know Rowdy, and adore him (and understand that “no people food” allowed – even hotdogs). He is a good boy.

And, I already know that I both need, and want, a bigger boat. The tug with that is even more powerful than that of elite sports cars. I’d never have though that possible.

Peace be to my Brothers and Sisters.

Brian Patrick Cork

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