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Thursday, November 27, 2014

WHO DIS FUCKER... SAME AS WOT?



save as wot???   WHO DIS, FUcKER????
WHAT YOU DO?

Come back right soon/.......  load up & aim
... at you...
... watch  neighbour sister sucking grass...
I show you..................how.......I make it to..... success.
.............................I make it!
Who was it again, I wanted to impress?

 "Who, momma, who?"           **********

She was lying close to the edges of the park
overlooking the river. No one could  help
her now...                                                  

*************************
           I don't know, man. I don't have the wisdom to tell this story.
..... I saw it....
but.....                         I don't want to ever
fight against the cosmogeographicaldemoic press.
                     The story with the dollar gripped
 between a schoolgirl's teeth....


                     I can tell the story.  (But  most of you
ladies - you know  -I can't accept much more of this.)
..                 "Who was it, once again...tell me.  Who was it I'm supposed to pleasure?" she asked.........."Tell me one more time, brother, what was it exactly? Who is it...? Who am I  supposed to impress?"
        
            Who, motherfucker, who?


                 
                                    ____

Wednesday, November 26, 2014

WHAT IS WALT WHITMAN'S SECRET? HINTS FROM "LEAVES OF GRASS"



        Henry Miller wrote: "For Walt Whitman every day
                                        is Saturday afternoon."

      A friend of mine said: "I feel jealous when I read
                                            Whitman. He always seems
 to be feeling so damn good!"

Does  Walt, himself, ever speak of a secret?  Yes,
he does.  "Do I have a secret?" he asks.
"Yes, I do.  For the fifth month flowers have." 

"It is a painful thing to love a man or woman to          excess, and yet it satisfies,
        it is great,
But there is something else very great,
             it makes the whole coincide,
It, magnificent, beyond materials, with continuous 
                       hands sweeps and provides for all.

...Know you, solely to drop in the earth the germs
             of a greater religion.

                After the birth of Walt Whitman's "Leaves of Grass",
people born and bred in the West no longer needed
to travel to the East to gain wisdom.
                Walt had an awakening experience of some kind,
his whole book is a hymn to you and to the
magnificent "It" that carries us and makes 
the globe and the seas cohere.

               "Leaves of Grass" is a great ocean of a book,
but do not be intimidated. You can jump in anywhere
and emerge with a fish that can give your
life meaning.  

He's one of the few natural seers             
 we've had in the West.

Walt says:"There was never more inception than there is now,
Nor any more youth or age than there is now;
And will never be any more perfection than there is now,
Nor any more heaven of hell than there is now."( Song of Myself)

Then he adds "I AND THIS MYSTERY HERE WE STAND." (Capitals mine)
What Walt is getting at throughout the waves and rhythms of his work
is exactly the same truth the early Christians meditated in order to see.
Though Walt can make the whole business more fun.

"I pass death with the dying, and  birth with the
       new-washed babe
 ...... and am not contained between my hat and boots.

       "Do you think it's lucky to be born?' he asks,
"It's just as lucky to die and I know it."

"I am the mate and the companion of people, all
      just as immortal and fathomless  as myself; 
They do no know how immortal, but I know."

        As you read "Leaves of Grass" you'll find hints
and clues left there for you. It's an exciting read when
you figure out that you are finding the keys to
a puzzle. Walt's left 1000 hints for you, but it is
for you to find the meaning of the puzzle.

        When Walt says, "I stop somewhere waiting
for you," he's not kidding.



NOTE: The above is taken from a thesis on Walt Whitman,
by W.G.Milne called: "Walt Whitman, His Intricate Purpose."

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

DEATH IS BRIEF FOR SUCH AS THESE




To the journeyman within
There are points of light
Round the curve of this planet
In the psyche's dark;
Lights glow over oceans
Beyond mountains, across harbours
And through seas, and these
Lights are conscious points;
Where realized minds, saints,
Monks, teachers, masters, sufis,
Bodhisattvas, across the cosmos
The light of knowing, pervades
Penetrates the distances, glowing,
Piercing the heavy mists with
Such soft glowing through the fog,
Through starlight and the centuries
Lights of companions who die not 
Whose minds surround the globe
In the night never viewed
By those lost in commerce
Buying and selling, getting and spending,
Women and men imbibing temporal pursuits
Never see these friends, these
Luminous globes through the night
These brave ones who have gone before
Who do not abandon us
But who wait patiently for our
Liberation. They reach a hand to us
And wait,  patient as spring rain.




                                          (C)2014 by W.G.Milne

To apprehend THE INTERSECTION OF THE TIMELESS WITH TIME, IS AN OCCUPATION FOR THE SAINT


             To apprehend this timeless place, this is an occupation of the saint. So says T.S.Eliot.
          "A lifetime's death in love."

           It is said ego death is necessary to open a place
within you... where Grace might visit.

           It is necessary to try to find the place
the law of which is not to try.  Through self-surrender
the gift may come to us... gift that gives
the vibrant meaning of things.

                                    "... to apprehend
The point of intersection of the timeless
With time, is an occupation for the saint -
No occupation either, but something given
And taken, in a lifetime's death in love,
Ardour and selflessness and self-surrender." 

                  A quest, a focus on 'something given and
taken, in a lifetime's death in love.'
Here where the past and future are conquered...

"The hint half guessed, the gift half understood,
        is Incarnation."

"For most of us, there is only the unattended
Moment, the movement in and out  of time,
The distraction fit, lost in a shaft of sunlight,
The wild thyme unseen, or the winter lightning
Or the waterfall, or music heard so deeply
That it is not heard at all."

To find the timeless place of Incarnation.

"For most of us, this is the aim
Never here to be realised;
Who are only undefeated
Because we have gone on trying."

Living near to the mystic ground

"We, content at the last
If our temporal reversion nourish
(Not too far from the yew-tree)
The life of significant soil."




Words taken from "The Four Quartets" by T.S. Eliot,
"The Dry Salvages, V"

                                                                           (C)2014 by W.G.Milne

Monday, November 24, 2014

SURVIVAL HUMOUR - SOME QUESTIONS IT'S BEST NOT TO ASK N WAIT-A-BIT!



          It is said, "The world's a comedy for those
who think. The world's a tragedy for those
who feel."

           Like all such statements, this is a gross oversimplification.
        There is one sure thing, however - you
need a sense of humour to survive the long
haul, the dementia, and the twisted logic
that passes for good sense - you need humour
to survive the madness of the northern winter.
         And if you have no sense of humour, strong
drink just might get you through. In that case,
you might get the sense that others are laughing
at you.
            It's no fun being the butt of a joke, but think
of it this way... If there are times when you've been
on a bender and your neighbours are
laughing at you, consider that you are performing
a community service. Likely your neighbours
really do need the laughs.



Things you might not want to say when you
__________________________________
slide down into a bunker in Wait-A-Bit!
___________________________________


Is that shotgun loaded?

 It's winter.Why do you still have six tins of fly spray
on your  table?

Does that dog bite? Good God, IS THAT A DOG?

Where's your bathroom?

It smells like motor oil in here.... Did you just
blow a seal?

Where do all those furs come from? Dear God,
is that fur in the corner moving?

  It obviously isn't English...What's your
first language?

That's a weird coffee maker on the table.
What's the boiler for?
It smells like a still? Is that a still?

Where'd you get all those weird postcards?
They look like they're from the fifties.

How's the mail delivery around here?
DO YOU HAVE MAIL DELIVERY
around here?

Why don't you turn on the lights,
so we can see each other?

Where'd ya get all those yellow candles?  Why does the year on that calendar
N say1952?

Wednesday, November 19, 2014

WHAT DO THE LEAFS NEED NOW? RANTS OF A RABID FAN





           I'm not withdrawing any nasty articles about Leaf's ownership. I can't withdraw a single word.
I meant everything I said about the OWNERSHIP FUCKAROO in Leafs' land.
          They make big money with bad  teams! Then they try to con us. Ownerships assures us they are trying really hard.

BUT:

I made a vow: "I will not die until the Toronto Maple Leafs win the Stanley Cup."
        I made this vow in 1990.  I've been watching  the Leafs 
for far too long to believe bullshit
           Problem is, it's getting to be touch and go... with regard
to my 'Vow'.
          Sometimes ( as your wives will tell you)
support means 'telling the truth'.

           I love the players. I always have.
            
           A few  LEAFLINES! I'll make a few suggestion, as usual:


(1) Don't play Bernier in Montreal.  There's too
      much pressure on him.

(2)  Find another defence man ( from the Marlies
       if necessary....) PLAY # 51 as a forward.
       Stop being so damn stubborn. Get a massage   for those brain cramps! Make him a forward. He's got obvious talent in that role.

(3)    JOSH LEIVO. Keep him in the NHL! Damn!  Get that goal-scorer up from the Marlies!  KEEP HIM ON A GOOD LINE. Don't you know a natural sniper when you see him?
          He confused now. He's been up and down from minors to majors - up and down like a toilet seat. A little staeady support
would help.
         Some forwards are not meant to play much defence.

(4)    I've been watching this game for a long time. I don't
         know why, but I'm rarely wrong. It's spooky.

          Except for one caveat - You can't bet the Leafs.
           If you're going to attempt the impossible, the only
            way you can bet them is this:  Bet them to beat the
             best teams and lose to the worst teams.

           You gotta use reverse psychology on them.
         


(5)  Bring back McClaren. You're going to need
       him. Don't let the captain fight all the time.
       You need the Captain for DEFENCE and
        McClaren has one hell of a punch. People
         fear him, and fear is an essential tool
                 in the Big League. Fear is worth one
           defence man.
(6)   The Leafs played pretty damn hard against
        Nashville.  The truth of the matter is,
         Nashville has a stronger team. The cure?
         See above stories re: ownership. How did
          Christian Ehrhoff    make it to Buffalo?
           Why didn't we grab him on the way by?
          Ownership should be willing to spend some
           of the fortune, the monetary bonanza
            they make on the Leafs. As they
            selfishly allow the morale of the City   Toronto to wane and fall into the depths of depression, madness and despair...
              
              With the Toronto winters... much of the population
               is half-way nuts already.
              
              GIVE,FOOLS, GIVE!   Reach into
              your oh so tight pockets and buy another
              star or two for the team.
               You're already doing a pretty fair job
                in scouting and player development from
                 within the system.         
           
                  All is needed is the willingness to spend
                   and sign some free agents. A little generosity...
What a surprise that would be!
                    Do what all teams with winning records
                     must do.

           Of  the new guys on the team, here's some of the guys I like:  I love Josh Leivo, a natural
scorer, a sniper. Keep him up in the big club. Let him get used to a good line, then watch what happens in a month or two! 
            I love Komarov, also.
             Vote of confidence for Polak, and Panic,
and I'm forgetting several guys. Oh yeah, Holland!
               Someone's thinking.  Kudos to the
scouts.
              Of course, Bernier's fine, and the defence
seem to help him a little.
               But Reimer's a better goalie than his press sometimes suggests. The big deal is -
don't let the power forwards of the opposite
team run him.  For God sakes, in the old
days if you got in the crease and knocked over a goalie you were in Big Shit.
               I think the rule must be made more strict
re: running goalies. Why are goalie's such big targets these days?
              If a guy's going to hit your goalie,
HIT HIM before he gets there. The lack of protection Reimer gets from the Leaf's defence is a disgrace!
               Also, tell Reimer not to leave his crease and try to stick-handle.
                 What do the Leafs need to do most of all? Start laying some heavy body checks on the
opposing team! What the hell?
                 Watch some Scott Stevens tapes! 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

NOTE: THE FOLLOWING ARTICLES ARE NOT PART OF THIS POST... but earlier Toronto Maple Leaf Rants.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


                      There was weeping and wailing
in Toronto Maple Leaf land last night and the
 day before. WEEPING AND WAILING AND GNASHING
OF TEETH...BY THE WATERS OF BABYLON,
I KNELT DOWN AND WEPT.

            If the Buffalo Sabres were wealthy and brave
enough to bring back Matt Moulson at 25 million
dollars over 5 years... why under all the formerly
bright stars of the milky way couldn't Toronto
Maple Leaf management sea its way clear to
bring back Dave Bolland, who is a far more
valuable player than Matt Moulson?
            This is not to sell Moulson short. He's a damn
good player, and probably helps inspire the team,
just like Dave Bolland did for the Maple Leafs...
Only Dave Bolland played a far more important
inspirational role.
             There's no question about his importance
to the team.  Last year the Leafs were on a terrific
and nearly record win streak.
             What happened next?
 
             DAVE BOLLAND WAS INJURED
AND THE WIN STREAK WAS OVER...!!!!

            But, woe is me! The bright days of winning
 are over. Stupidity and greed, once more, have won the
day. Toronto sports fans have just been
SCREWED AGAIN...
            Once more this phrase passed through
my head, just as when Bolland was injured
las year:  THERE GOES THE SEASON!

            I remember one other day, as gloomy as
this one... Many years past, the Toronto Maple Leafs
traded Steve Thomas, at the height of his powers, to
Chicago.
              The Leafs wouldn't cough up the necessary 12,000 dollars.... Yes, that was the sticking point - some
paltry sum of money.
               And what happened as a result of this
blood simple, short-sided moron-time lack of
thought?
              Oh, yes.

               THE CHICAGO BLACKHAWKS WON THE CUP!

THE TORONTO MAPLE LEAFS CONTINUED TO WALLOW
IN THE MIRE OF STUPIDITY, BLINDNESS
AND BUNGED-UP BRAIN CRAMPS!

                FOOLS!

                 FOOLS!

                  FOOLS!

                   My friends, Leaf Fans across this
noble land, join me this evening as I crawl down to the Don River on my knees, a two hundred pound cross on my back... And by the shore of the River, I will pour ashes on my head and wail at the loss
of hopes that might have been.
                  Great Babylon has fallen.
The GREED-HEADS in Toronto Maple Leafs
management have done it again! 
                  The MORONS are running the show.
The slathering rabid avaricious fools once
more have won the day.

                  THE BLIND ARE DRIVING THE BUS!

                  We are the fans! We're the ones
 who pay for this show.  Does no one consider us?
Is no one looking out for us? Does no one
care about the Spirit of Toronto?


                                     Leaf fans are smart.  We know we've
been screwed. We know this means DOOM
for the team. 

Thursday, March 27, 2014


THIS IS THE TIME TO STICK TOGETHER!




         The most intelligent,
insightful statement made by any of the
leaders of this half-assed crazy world
has been made - not by our prime minister........
not by the president of the USA, and not by the
premier of Russia ...........

         Nope.

          And what do we expect?

           We don't expect our political  leaders
to be intelligent! And we get exactly
what we've expected....


           BUT IN CANADA - LAND OF THE WILD
AND THE FREE

           we damn well do expect brains
and mental capacity
            FROM OUR HOCKEY LEADERS!!


            And do you know what?
             We get what we expect
in this arena, also. And thank God for
 this!

              Dion Phoneuf has just come
forward with the most intelligent, insightful
statement I have heard in a long time.

                 "When we're losing, when times are
tough... this is the time to stick together."
                  He has proved why he is the
captain of the TORONTO MAPLE LEAFS,
the greatest team ever to play hockey on land or
sea or in outer space.
                What character!
                  What truth!
                    What deep insight!

                      I am so very proud once again
to be a LEAF fan!!!
                      We just won the cup! The real cup -

the trophy it takes brains, belief and character to win -

what class! what a guy!
WHAT A TEAM!
WHAT A COUNTRY!

                                       FINALLY SOMEONE HAS MADE
A STATEMENT THAT MEANS SOMETHING!

                     I'm tired of morons and fools
and self-centered gloating actors
stuffing the airwaves with idiocy and dross!

                    This is why hockey is a great game -
because sometimes it brings out the best in us.

                    Hey, Dion, good man!  Now we know
why you're captain! We know why you lead the team!

                    When are you going to run
for politics? (Whoops!  I'm sorry!
Why would you bother?)

                     This is the finest bit
                             of wisdom and wit
                                   I have heard publicly stated
                                                                        in a very long time!



GO LEAFS!
I LOVE YOU GUYS!



                                  You just made it, baby!

Wednesday, February 12, 2014


THE BELLY OF THE BEAST AND HEAVEN'S DOOR: MANIC-DEPRESSIVE ILLNES, HOW TO PREDICT WHEN YOUR GAME WILL BE OFF---------HOW TO PREDICT YOUR DANGEROUS TIMES

THE BELLY OF THE BEAST AND HEAVEN'S DOOR - A DISCUSSION OF MANIC-DEPRESSIVE ILLNESS;----------HOW TO PREDICT YOUR DANGEROUS TIMES

                             Somewhere between one in ten to one in twenty players will be affected.


                                 I've been in the belly  of
the beast for three weeks now, underwater, in the
tunnel. And the worst part of it - I didn't know it.
I thought the Doom that I was feeling
was permanent: feeling doom was simply reality, just the way it things are. Learn to live with it.
            Right! That is horrible advice!


            I feel just fine now. The cycle is moving
along in its inexorable way and I don't worry about 
a thing. I can organize twelve things at once
that's what I think in the manic part of my life.
And the problem is, at that particular time, I
really can do it!
                        So I get twelve projects started,
and people agreeing to work with me. I
can make million dollar deals. I once
put a bid in for a gravel pit.
            I put in a call to the owner at
7:30 A.M. and he was up.  I asked
him how much he wanted for his pit
trucks, conveyers and loaders. He said
7 million.
            We phoned each other back
and forth. By breakfast I had him down
to 4 million.I'm good at that kind of
bargaining. 
           Problem was I had about
three dollars in the bank. 
           There was the fact that
I didn't really want or need a gravel pit
to begin with. You might say, "How crazy
can you get? Buying something
you don't even want."
          Well I can get a lot crazier
than this. Once I get an IDEA and
I'm manic, well, I'll follow the idea
through rapidly
          
            It's all this manic energy running
through me. You can make deals that
you think you can manage. And maybe
you would be able to manage a major
enterprise, if you stayed in that manic
state.
            Problem is, next comes depression.
And when you are in deep clinical depression,
 all your ability to follow through is gone
and all urges to follow through are extinguished.
You are immobilized. And you can be in
serious trouble.
           In deep and ongoing depression,
 the only creative urge you might have,
is the urge to end the utter misery
of your worthless life...(you are saying
this to yourself. The negative script
is a component of depression - and the voice(s)
in your head telling yourself how stupid and useless
you are, how lazy... And on top of these things,
what a prick you are!
            This continuing script, in my view,
has to be attacked.


            One quarter to one third of manic
depressives kill themselves. So obviously
it's a dangerous disease.
             I hadn't been taking my diagnosis
seriously. I just thought I was way, way out
there. I started plotting out my cycle for
the depressed period, way before I knew
about any diagnosis, I knew I was subject
to a disturbing cycle.
            
             There's a short period of time
during your depression, I call it "the depressive
peak." That's when you have to really
watch yourself. You can really go over the
top, during the peak ( which might be
3 days or thee hours or three weeks).
 You have to counter the negative self-talk 
with  positive images, which you have prepared
repeatedly.

         There are ways to train yourself
to picture  one scene of a place you love,
or a person you love with whom you feel
grounded, or tender moments with a dog or cat.
 You find these moments of joy within yourself
(And sometimes it takes a week to think up
even one such image. Don't worry. Just
don't stop. You need the positive image to
counteract the ravening beast who is calling
you names, deep in your own mind.

       Press one index finger on one hand
against the index finger of the other hand.        
This becomes a trigger for you.
        Every time you press the two
fingers together, you imagine your
beautiful scene.
        When you have a horrible
suicidal thought, you trigger the scene
to offset the doom and gloom of
the thought , and it helps...truly
it does help. But it takes a while
and it takes practice.
       You have to practice. The
non-medicinal cure takes work.
It works better if you can borrow
a hypnotist to help you with your "imagining
sessions"     and to help you embed your image
into your mind so you can call up the scenes
of joy and happiness quickly, when  you  are
in desperate straits. When you are under 
attack...
       We all get in desperate straits. I used
to hit the depressive peak every thirty-four
days. I'd map the times of my cycle. I had to, 
to protect my life, it was a lot better when I knew
the timing of each phase my cycle time  map.
        I used to call it my 'psyche map'. At
least when you are attacked, 
when this dark curtain is pulled across
your heart and mind, you know  when it's
 coming. You have a calendar of days.
       You have a map of your own psyche. By
writing down notes on each stage of your
cycle, as you pass through each cycle,
you can nail the time frames down. It will take
about three times through, to get a somewhat
accurate cycle time map.
       You know when your depressive peak is coming
 And more important you know when it's leaving, and
you know it IS GOING TO LEAVE.
         You know this dark beast is
leaving. And you have a projection
as to how soon it will leave. So you
know this terrible darkness will stay for just
so long. 
          This way you are dealing with
a finite situation. You are no longer facing
 infinite misery. The feeling of Doom 
will NOT stay with you for the rest of your life.
         
          Just this one little step
can make a huge  improvement
in your life. You are going from
passive to active.  And that
always feels good and helps relieve
the feeling of "helpless" and "hopeless"
       
       Of course , there are
exceptions! I've just come out
of a 2 or 3 month depression
and I didn't even know I was depressed!
Sometimes it comes up on you from
behind...
       And creeps into your being
slowly, oh so slowly that you don't
feel its presence or it's growing
power over you, until you're  in a situation
that seems impossible to change.
(This is starting to sound like a sci-fi
 movie)
.     The weird stuff happens. There's
no denying this fact. But I'd say the 
'psyche cycle',the timing of your cycle,
which enables you to project your dangerous
time... I'd say this works and will help you
8/10ths of the time. 




                                     Good luck and happy hunting.
                                     Respectfully submitted, R.R.R.
                                     (C)2014 by William G. Milne 

Sunday, January 12, 2014


CHANGING BELIEF SYSTEMS - THE MENTAL PART OF THE GAME---------------WHAT I MEAN BY, "THE ZONE"


        When any of these top eight players gets
"IN THE ZONE",; any one of these
guys can beat any of the others.        


        Getting "in the zone" is what this blog
is all about.
          There are specific ways to do it, ways
to get there... But we are really entering
into the area of meditative techniques.
          There is such a thing as meditation
in action. That's part of what the dervishes
are all about.
          There are also yogic techniques
that apply.
           It's not a method you can use just
anywhere - I try not to get into too
deep a meditative state on my bicycle, 
for example.
           But tennis is a game well-suited
for meditation in action. I'll have to
get a better phrase for this discipline -
the "Art of Ecstasy" comes to mind, but this
is not a phrase that I have invented.
           Getting "in the zone" is a good
phrase. You know you're 'there', when
there are no thoughts in your mind,
just a intense, burning attention to
every movement you see across the net.

          Runners know  about "the zone".
In fact, a combination of the feeling
that you have when the endorphins start
to click  in - plus that sense of utter
concentration that comes with hard
breathing and strong exercise -
this is why many distance runners run.
Also, more casual runners who run
just for  exercise and  health,
who are not necessarily racing a stopwatch,
they know about "the zone" also.
         
           Let's face it, this moment of the
intense concentration of a mind
that is fully aware is a delight!
The game is to find the joy at
the core of things, without being
burdened with an endless train of 
thought.
           Full concentrated awareness
without content, while in the midst
of focused activity - this is the joy
of sports! But I must say, tennis
is particularly relevant  to this
kind of awareness, this joy of the
zone.
           There is a lot of empty
space in tennis. The situation
you are facing is more cosmic
than cluttered.
            Across the area in which
you play is a net full of holes - more
empty space! And an opponent some
distance away... firing balls in your
direction at high rates of speed.
             And you are running and reacting
in a court that is exactly big enough
to challenge even the best athelete.
The area and size of the tennis court
is a work of art, almost a work of genius.
          Any larger, and nobody would be able to
make it to the lines. Any smaller area
between the lines, and the challenge would
start to disappear - the elegance of the
strokes would become constricted.
          Tennis is the enemy of the enslaved,
monkey-like mind.

          Like in the martial arts, the player
is in a situation where any thought at all
impedes reaction times.
           Intense concentrated awaresness
without content, aided by pain-killing endorphins
fed with the energy of a fully functioning 
cardiovascular system - this is the joy of 
the game! And tennis is the game of life!
          
       Yes, and so is hockey!


                                   
       The Martial Arts, Tennis and Hockey - it's all about
clearing reaction time.

DAVE BOLLAND, MOJO MAGIC MAN FOR TORONTO MAPLE LEAFS




         I realize a severed or badly-cut tendon
can be a worse injury than a broken leg. Tendons
are hard to repair and take time healing.
      This is well known. But Dave Bolland seems
to be some kind of a magic man for the Toronto Maple
Leafs, and as his fortunes go, so do the fortunes
of the team.
      I remember thinking the moment he had that
injury - "There goes our season!" And damn it,
I wish for once I was wrong!

      Get well, Dave! And even if you can't play.
Come and sit down beside the bench. Because
whatever you have, we need it bad!
       I know it's your playing we need, but you seem
to possess some kind of invisible 'mojo' as well.

       I know there's no superstition in sports...
ha! ha! That was a joke!

       Having been raised in a country where voodoo
is practised, let me tell you. 'mojo' is real. And we need
yours now! 
                Here's hoping you're feeling a little better.






          And... sorry for the 'Mojo Magic Man' handle. That's the kind of thing that sticks.