Pride @ MindSay 
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Or does if feel like people have lost interest in the sport of hockey ever since the dreadful 2 year knockout?
I live in the city of Detroit, years ago commonly known as hockey town USA. Throughout the entire playoffs there was always people discussing the game the previous night, and sporting their jerseys after each win. When Detroit won the Stanley cup in 1997, 1998, and 2002... most of the entire state went absolutely wild. I remember cruising down the streets of the city, everyone honking their horns in celebration, people gathered in front of the bowling alleys and bars yelling in hollering all in their Red Wings apparel, and most of all the smiles on the faces of every single person around.
Those were great days.
NOW ever since the "lockout" it seems that there isn’t nearly as much enthusiasm. The Red wings are one victory away from clenching the prestigious Stanley cup high above their heads, and tasting the sweetest Champaign they will ever taste. You would think the city would be buzzing in anticipation. NO. It’s Deadly Quiet. Its quiet enough you might think something terrible has happened, and nobody really wants to talk about it.
You might see one car a day riding around with a red wings flag out the window or a wings bumper sticker. 5 years ago this would have been unnoticed, as just about every other car had some sort of recognition.
In all honesty it makes me sick that the greatest fan base in the world has essentially turned the other way. What happened to the spirit of competition? Who or What is responsible for the unenthusiastic faces? The outspoken crowd of selfless drones, Zombies of people who used to love and cherish these sports as one of the greater things in life.
In a Nation where gas is 4 dollars per gallon, the majority of citizens do not approve of what the government is doing, and of that majority many of us have lost hope that things might get any better....
Where are the people who stand up in the crowd and say "oh well... at least we still have hockey"
Sports are one of the few things that bring this country together. if you feel what i am saying send this paper to all the people you know, and encourage them to be more proud, because if we lose our faith in sports, we lose our pride in everything.
I've got news for you kids:
Aussie pride is an oxymoron.
REAL 'Aussies' aren't patriotic. That's an American thing. We were quite happy to be practically part of Britain for the first 50 or so years of independence (e.g. British national anthem among other things), everyone agrees we've got a pretty average anthem, our flag is boring and has another country's symbol taking up a quarter of it, and overly patriotic Australians are just embarrassing. And you know what? That's the way I like it. Patriotism is for idiots.
Another point: when these kids list their favourite movies and bands, every single one is American. Last time I checked, Eminem, Black Eyed Peas and Limp Bizkit are not Australian bands. If you were 'fair dinkum' about being a 'true blue aussie', you'd listen to Slim Dusty and watch The Castle 24/7. Crikey mate.
Ha! whaur ye gaun, ye crowlin ferlie?
Your impudence protects you sairly;
I canna say but ye strunt rarely,
Owre gauze and lace;
Tho', faith! I fear ye dine but sparely
On sic a place.
Ye ugly, creepin, blastit wonner,
Detested, shunn'd by saunt an' sinner,
How daur ye set your fit upon her-
Sae fine a lady?
Gae somewhere else and seek your dinner
On some poor body.
Swith! in some beggar's haffet squattle;
There ye may creep, and sprawl, and sprattle,
Wi' ither kindred, jumping cattle,
In shoals and nations;
Whaur horn nor bane ne'er daur unsettle
Your thick plantations.
Now haud you there, ye're out o' sight,
Below the fatt'rels, snug and tight;
Na, faith ye yet! ye'll no be right,
Till ye've got on it-
The verra tapmost, tow'rin height
O' Miss' bonnet.
My sooth! right bauld ye set your nose out,
As plump an' grey as ony groset:
O for some rank, mercurial rozet,
Or fell, red smeddum,
I'd gie you sic a hearty dose o't,
Wad dress your droddum.
I wad na been surpris'd to spy
You on an auld wife's flainen toy;
Or aiblins some bit dubbie boy,
On's wyliecoat;
But Miss' fine Lunardi! fye!
How daur ye do't?
O Jeany, dinna toss your head,
An' set your beauties a' abread!
Ye little ken what cursed speed
The blastie's makin:
Thae winks an' finger-ends, I dread,
Are notice takin.
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
It wad frae mony a blunder free us,
An' foolish notion:
What airs in dress an' gait wad lea'e us,
An' ev'n devotion!
~~~
Yes, it does seem to be almost a "foreign language" to anyone raised up speaking Contemporary English. It's English with a twist. A Scots twist.
I saw a reference to it in a response to revcathian's blog and was reminded how very much I like this poem.
The thing with this poem is that it teaches us a very simple lesson: Pride in ourselves, over some vain and foolish traits, is so very misplaced. As Burns says:
O wad some Power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as ithers see us!
O that some Power the gift would give us
To see ourselves as others see us.
If we could see ourselves truly as others see us, we would take ourselves much less seriously, I think. And with much more humility. Jenny, up there in the poem, was feeling so VERY pleased with her new bonnet and her pretty clothes that she put on airs... Not knowing that a louse was creeping around on her bonnet and skin in plain sight.
Next time I start feeling All That, I need to remember this poem. Somewhere in my finery, there's something creeping around that is obvious to others. And if not to others in the room, then to my Lord and God, who sees everything about me.
I'm so thankful that he loves me anyway!
To my annoyance, the school has failed to find me another job site so that I can finish my externship to receive my certification. I felt I had no choice but to take matters into my own hands. One way or another, I'm going to finish this. It does bother me a little that I rarely finish what I begin. It bothers me even more when Josh tells me that he has faith in me when I have so little faith in myself, so how can he have faith in me? And the thing that bothers me the most is that I've given this man no reason to be proud of me. I can't hold a job to save my life. I can't even finish up my education...
Well, I'm going to try. I've been told that the worse that can happen if I don't finish soon is that I'll be doing more paperwork (which I don't mind in the least) and having to start over on my externship. At the moment, I've been working on sending out my resume to anyone and everyone in Lawrence that would even care about my qualifications. A grand total of four went out earlier in the week. I have fourteen ready to go, complete with stamps. I have a few more places in Lawrence to send them to and a whopping 23 stamps to do it with. I'm not sure if it's going to work, but at least I'm putting the effort into it. No, it's probably not even too much of an effort, at least not as much as someone else would put into it. If I don't hear from someone in seven business days, I'm going to have to start making phone calls and that's not something I'm looking forward to. I hate the phone. I hate it with a passion. The worst thing about the phone is talking to strangers. Yet, that's what I'm going to have to do if I want to succeed.
And that's all Josh really wants, is for me to succeed. I'm sure he wants me to be proud of myself, as well, but that's likely not going to happen for a while. I have a lot not to be proud of. I used to think he was pressuring me to get a job so we could have more money, which irritated me to high heaven 'cause I'm not a very materialistic person. As long as I have food in my stomach, a roof over my head, and a nice comfy bed to lay that head on, I'll be fine. Oh, alright, and the unnecessities such as nicotine, caffeine, WoW, books (I'm happy with the library even) and my music. None of these cost a fortune. I don't need a fortune to survive. I can honestly survive on a $25 allowance each week and without eating out as often as we do. Cooking isn't going to kill me (I just don't want to sometimes because I don't cook very well and it makes me feel bad because I'm a woman and a woman probably should know how to cook when the man don't want to). Oh, right, I'm going off the topic. Anyway, I had to look at it all again and realize that he just wants me to succeed and be proud of myself. No, it doesn't seem like it's much to ask for, but to me it is.
I'll succeed, somehow.
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