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I get no credit for this from my friends, but I'm actually a really nostalgic person. Very much from my own personal experience, but I also attach a lot of feeling to famous people I don't know. I came across this picture of Peter Jennings in a "famous people who passed away in 2005" article. It's great.

I'm a "big bad Republican" who loves to rail at media-bias I see on the TV (and it's there every day) and I actually think of Peter Jennings, as part of that media establishment. But, at the same time, I totally love Peter Jennings. Somewhere around the age of ten, I really got "into the news." I credit my father, who always wanted to watch the national news. Somewhere a year or two after that I became one of the one or two kids in class who knew the name of foreign leaders - who knew the location of countries around the world.

I forget exactly what year, but somewhere in my life, Peter Jennings and ABC News became my favorite Network news outlet. I know it was my favorite, because my dad would watch one national news show at 6:30, and then we'd switch channels and watch a second on a different network. Later on in life I became a Tom Brokaw fan, but for a good ten years, Peter was the man. I'm very sorry that he's gone....

"Don't mess with Texas!"

I _love_ this picture. All my "commie" friends...eat your heart out! (Totally cop-ed it from Time "pictures of the year," but no one reads my site anyway...

Real (good) Sports

I have just seen what I think might be the best hour of sports reporting I think I’ve ever seen. I’ve liked Real Sports, with Bryant Gumble in the past, but I’ve never made it a must see television show. Tonight I watched the 2005 “recap/best-of” show and each story was more interesting than the next. Four stories from 2005 that were heart- wrenching/inspiring, astounding (in a bad way), outlandishly funny (and again, astounding), and finally just plane happy.

The first story was from right here in Boston and profiled Rick and Dick Hoyt. I’m not a native New Englander, but I feel as though every year I have been here I’ve seen some mention of the guy who pushes his wheel-chair bound son through the Boston marathon. Rick Hoyt was choked by his own umbilical chord before birth and was born without the ability to move any part of his body save his head. He wasn’t able to communicate with his own mother and father until hooked to a computer when he was twelve, his first words being “Go Bruins.” In 1977 Rick inspired his father to push him through a five mile road race to inspire a man who had recently become a quadriplegic; this despite the fact that his father was no athlete. Now 65 years old, Dick Hoyt has pushed his son through endless marathons and triathlons—either pushing his son in a wheelchair, riding him on a specially handlebarred bike, or pulling him in a raft while swimming. Even so he beats out many athletes despite the added weight.

The second story was maddening, astounding even in 2005. The story profiles the constant presence of outright, unabashed racism of European soccer crowds. Any time a black athlete in one of these games is passed the ball they are berated with a “monkey chant” or bombarded with actual bananas. Not just a few, but ten or fifteen at a time. That’s a lot of people practicing pre-meditated hate. What’s more, this isn’t just one stadium or country practicing this, but multiple throughout the UEFA. Hundreds of fans at once giving a Nazi Seig Heil salute (Spain and Italy, as well as Eastern European states were singled out as the worst, though British white supremacists were also profiled). I’m reminded of the article I wrote about where France disallows Muslim head-dresses ("What did you expect France?"). I know the United States has a racism problem. I know it’s still there, but this…was…astounding. Horrifying even. No excuse really. I’m certainly going to pause the next time one of my liberal friends tells me that we need to worry because “W” has lowered the respect of Europeans around the world. (yes, I know it’s an unfair generalization- but they obviously have their own issues).

The third story was finally funny – in a “this is unbelievable?” kind of way. In Kentucky there is a horse by the name of Storm Cat. A grandson of the famous Secretariat, Storm Cat only made around $500,000 total in winnings as a racer. However, it turns out that the offspring of Storm Cat had a gift for running ($90 million total in winnings so far). As such, Storm Cat gets sold out for stud. Twice a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year Storm Cat…has sex with other mares (that’s 730 a year “for those of you in Rio Linda” minus a few repeats and rejects). The Stud fees for Storm Cat are…hold on to your hats here…$500,000 for each conceived horse. Given that the horses are timed to be in heat, that’s a lot of baby horses, $20 million per year at the current rate. Storm Cat is currently the father of at least 1,200 horses! Probably the funniest, and at the same time unbelievable thing I’ve seen on TV in a long time.

Lastly is the story of Ryan Belflower, a special education student who beat the odds by making the varsity basketball team at his High School. The story is heart-warming, and good, and reminds me of the movie Rudy. In the end Ryan gets to play in “junk time” during games where the team is either winning real well or losing real bad. The story ends happily when Ryan finally makes a shot in his 26th game, and last chance in regular season as a senior. He goes on in a playoff to make two straight three pointers. The best part is the overwhelming support of his community and school, proving that sometimes, people…are just…good.

Great show. (HBO is _SO_ much better than normal TV).

Rich is right

Rich Karlgarrd's latest column is must read. It's entitled "The World's Worst Disease," and unforuntately too man people have it....

“It won’t fail because of me.”

I just finished reading Andrew Chaikin’s book about the Apollo program entitled “A Man on the Moon.” This is a fantastic read, especially for someone my age who “missed out” for the most part on the most exciting piece of America’s space program. Having been born in 1970, I of course missed the first landing on the moon in 1969, and was blissfully ignorant of the five other landings that finished up in 1972. At this age, men having walked on the moon –the moon – has always just been a fact of life. I feel cheated for not having been born at an age where such a fantastic voyage was still just a possibility.

This is a great book for reliving the excitement and wonder of what is surely the greatest exploration missions undertaken by man. The book is a fantastic narrative of who the Apollo astronauts were, how they made it to the moon, and what they did there. But putting the amazing adventure and science aside, what the Apollo program really is is an example of an enormous undertaking done right:

“It was being part of a team that was dedicated to something that transcended individual aspirations. That’s what Apollo was. It was thousands of people who were willing to work day and night…You can’t imagine what that’s like compared to an every day experience. “
- Ken Mattingly, Apollo 16

“The Lesson,” as Chaikin explains of Apollo, “is that we can do difficult things, when the objective is clearly defined, and when enough people and funds are dedicated to accomplishing it.” I am struck by what a huge, wonderful, and unquestionably good thing this was, accomplished on the backs of literally thousands and thousands of people who all said to themselves, “it won’t fail because of me.”

Of course, reading this book every page you’re continually struck with the thought, “why did we stop?” Men have not walked on the moon now for thirty-four years. As one of the astronauts points out in the book, the moon has a surface area one quarter that of the Earth’s. Why should we think we have it figured out because we visited it in six small places? If mankind is to explore space further, it inevitably will re-start with the moon. There is no Mars landing without first revisiting the moon and “setting up shop.”

The real tragedy of the Apollo program is how we just abandoned it and all the knowledge gained with it. You might think that since we did it once that we could, with a little elbow grease and a few greenbacks, accomplish it again. You’d be sadly mistaken. In truth, everyone who made Apollo is gone. The scientists, the engineers are all retired or dead or both. You may think there’s massive blueprints that NASA can just pull out of a drawer and rekindle moon missions when it pleases, but unfortunately it doesn’t work that way. As Ken Mattingly warns, “If you don’t build things, you don’t know how to build things. We can’t handle a ten-year hiatus. There won’t be anybody left.”

It’s both incredibly exciting and at the same time sad that the real action in space at the beginning of 2006 is in private space flight. Burt Rutan and SpaceshipOne have jump-started a private space industry that will eventually be mammoth. Unfortunately the achievement has nothing to do with exploration, but more of applied engineering. Just like any “cheap revolution,” as Rich Karlgarrd calls it, the reduction in price of anything really good will foster it’s increase use. Space tourism will come to the masses eventually because so many “rich” people are willing to finance an as yet un-built private space ship fleet by committing $200,000 of their own money today.

While any space enthusiast has to be excited by the coming onset of a private space industry and its associated price deterioration, there still remains a role for a publicly financed space program. In a word, “exploration.” Thomas Jefferson opened up a whole new world for the United States when he financed Lewis and Clarke’s expedition through the West. You could say that over time adventurers would have found the same routes, but exploration and scientific discovery is sometimes better when done in the name of a people. I think the world would be well served by another Jefferson or Kennedy pushing us to explore further.

What I really wish is that I’d been old enough during the Apollo program to have had that “holy-s***, they did it!” feeling. Now that it’s so far in the past I worry that not enough of us sit around thinking what it’s like on the moon, or even what's next.

“It’s the moon that people want to hear about, and like all his colleagues, when [Pete] Conrad is introduced as one of the twenty-four men who went there, the question he is almost always asked is, What was it like? And he gives the neat, two second answer he developed long ago: “Super! Really enjoyed it!”