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The Runner The Runner
- From: leaves
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Athletes, Seniors run too. Sports
- 2 years ago
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The Runners #3 The Runners #3
- From: leaves
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Athletes, Seniors Run too
- 2 years ago
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The runner#2 The runner#2
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Athletes, Seniors Run too
- 2 years ago
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Sports Sports
- From: ajibade
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Description:Athletes and sports moments
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- 3 years ago
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CottonField of Dreams CottonField of Dreams
- From: bcormalisjr
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By next Black History Month and the begining of next baseball season, I hope to have the complete set of eighteen (two teams worth, at each position) players, which were stars in the Negro Leagues of baseball. The prime of this league was in the early to mid 1900's. Negroes were kept out of major league baseball until 1947, when Jackie Robinson broke the color barrier when he was called up by the Brooklyn Dodgers.
The Negro Leagues players were rich with talent, and many colorful personalities played in the league as well. Satchel Paige, Josh Gibson, Oscar Charleston and Judy Johnson are just some of the stars that the Negro Leagues employed. Most of these players had the opportunity to compete in exhibition games against major leaguers, sometimes referred to as barnstorming games. Major League Legend Babe Ruth called John Henry "Pop" Lloyd, "The greatest player he had ever seen", and Joe DiMaggio said Satchel Paige, "was the greatest pitcher he had ever faced". It's a shame these men didn't get a shot in their prime, but that didn't stop these mens passion for the game of baseball. To me, passion is what this project is about. I grew up with baseball. I also witnessed a strike in the 80's, 90's, the banishment of the Alltime Hits King Pete Rose for gambling (form your own opinion on that subject), and the whole steroids saga. So, basically the modern era of baseball is tarnished with all the messes I just metioned. Anyhow the men of the Negro Leagues were every bit as talented, and baseball smart as major league players. The respect they earned from the big name MLB players of the day is testament to the quality of players they were. One of them broke Babe Ruth's homerun record in 1974....
In school we were blessed to learn of Jackie Robinson, Satchel Paige and maybe some on Josh Gibson. I did not know of Josh Gibson from school. The research I have done in regards to gathering statistics, photographs, first hand accounts from people who were on the same teams as some of these greats, and to the Major Leaguers who competed against these players in exhibition games, has given me a much better understanding of the men who were slighted the opportunity to play along with the best of the day, due to their skin color. What I am trying to do here with the series is pass along the data I have gathered in a unique and interesting way. I have a son, and a stable of nephews that love the game of baseball, and they only play it because its fun. To be excluded from playing because of the hue of your skin seems silly in 2010. My boys do not even understand the concept of racism, yet in 2010 racism still exists.
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- 3 years ago
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"A" Game In The B Leagues" "A" Game In The B Leagues"
- From: bcormalisjr
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Description:Negro League All Stars
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- 3 years ago
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The Greatest: Muhammad Ali The Greatest: Muhammad Ali
- From: fabulousartist
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Three-time World Heavyweight Champion Muhammad Ali is widely considered one of the greatest boxers of all time. Nicknamed "The Greatest", Ali was involved in several historic boxing matches. Notable among these are three with rival Joe Frazier and one with George Foreman. Probably Ali's most iconic fight was his first round knockout of Sonny Liston in 1965. In their first fight in 1964 Ali coined the phrase "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see". Muhammad Ali went on to defeat every top heavyweight in his era, which has been called the golden age of heavyweight boxing. In 1993, the Associated Press reported that Ali was tied with Babe Ruth as the most recognized American athletes ever.
- 3 years ago
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Diary, 22 January 2010 Diary, 22 January 2010
- From: Attys
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I have been quite remiss in my writing. I blame this partly on my recent illness—a rather nasty cold that is finally subsiding—and partly on my inherent laziness. I have to admit it: I’m a lazy bastard. I get home from work and I want to do nothing. Worse: I try to get out of work itself; I came home Wednesday because I was “sick”; now, I didn’t feel at all well, I did feel run down from my cold, but, really, I didn’t have to come home. I could’ve quite well made it through the day. The guilt got to me to such a degree that I volunteered to go fetch Mother from work, as it was pouring and I felt unable to be home, partly well, and leave her to the devices of the bus schedule. Now, granted, she would’ve found a way home with private transport of some sort or the other; but, I couldn’t trust that to happen without my interference.
I’m a lazy bastard. If I had world enough and time, I don’t know that I’d do any more writing than I do now. It’s not that I see writing as a chore; far from it. Right now I experience a sense of freedom and purpose as I compose in here. No; it’s something else. It’s an awesome realization of the sacred nature of words, and my inherent unworthiness to be a vessel for the words that flow from my fingers. Why me? Why do I get to compose and expend these words, this Logos? What makes me so special? And how long will I have this gift? If it was given will it be taken away? And who will take it away, if it is to be taken away? God? The Muses? The slow senescence of my mind? From where do these words come? What is their source, and how have I tapped it?
I find it hilarious when sports figures credit their performances to God, as if the Deity has nothing better to do than to decide which football team (American or world, take your pick) should win on a particular weekend. It is the height of hubris to think that a Deity would care about your petty competition. Does God care who makes the first down, or who scores a penalty kick? I would think not.
And yet, I find myself in grudging understanding. These athletes have been blessed with an inestimable gift. They can make their bodies do things that normal humans cannot. Now, granted, they do this through constant training. But still, the training would be for naught if they didn’t have that innate gift, that ability to soar above what common humanity can do. And, as a corollary, they can do something which, though seemingly superhuman, can be taken away with a slip of the foot, with a horrendous tackle; at any moment, on “any given Sunday”, their gift can be taken away, snapped off cruelly, their careers left in ashes. So how does one deal with living on that precipice, between sublime action and the realization that it can vanish in an instant? I think a turn to God is the least unreasonable reaction. Who can blame a man who grew up in poverty who is showered with riches for a physical gift to ascribe some supernatural source for his good fortune?
And there lies my conundrum. Because my gift, whatever it is, is equally arbitrary. When I was younger, I thought I’d be an artist of some sort, a painter, a draughter. (I am an artist, but not the thought I would be.) As I discovered words, I lost the ability to draw images; but I could portray them with words. And that is where I am now. I’m a painter with words. And, like the athlete, the gift is equally arbitrary. I don’t know its source. I don’t know its provenance. I don’t know why I was chosen for this facility, where the vast majority of humanity is unable to form such cogent thoughts. Why do I experience this joy, where most people remain mute, mired in their workaday lives? How fragile is my gift, and can it be taken away by a twist of brain chemistry? But why don’t I turn to God, as these athletes do? Why am I so proud, so hardheaded, so unheeding? Why can’t I call the ineffable sensation I achieve when writing “God”?
I’ve just recently finished reading Karen Armstrong’s new book, The Case for God. I began reading it as a library book; unable to finish it on time, I completed reading it on Kindle. I’m still sorting through its conclusions. I’m still an agnostic; her arguments didn’t change that. But, her spirituality is very appealing to me. It’s not dogmatic; dogma is where spirituality becomes science, to the detriment of both. I’m agnostic for the reasons that Armstrong is a believer: I’m not self-important enough to say God does not exist; one can no more prove God’s existence than his non-existence. For that reason, of course, I can also not say that he exists. That was Armstrong’s central thesis: God is beyond human language; at some point, after all the dancing on the heads of pins, one must fall to silence before the ineffable. God must be beyond language, beyond being able to be pinned down; once we try to define him, prove him, circumscribe him, once he becomes a supreme being, a being like us, just more so, he becomes an idol, just another facet of our natural world. Once we greet him with words, rather than silence, he becomes merely another fact, another item in the world we inhabit; the source of being, rather than Being itself.
I don’t know if I can empty myself enough to acknowledge God. But I think, when I write, that I do make a genuflection towards him, however slight, however grudgingly. One cannot but help doing so, for the epiphanies one receives when composing a poem, or curling a football into the netting, are inestimable, indescribable, merely miracles.
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- 3 years ago
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My View My View
- From: bcormalisjr
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I do not have a degree. Take everything you are told and hear with a grain of salt. If you are truly enthusiastic and motivated about what you want to do, then that is a head start right there. This here Ovation is good for a couple things, to show some art and feedback. Be your own person. Practice skillful technique, teach yourself. Paint some landscapes, some portraits, and paint them to the best of your abilities. Go to the library and learn some art history. Find out who the masters are and know their styles. Experiment with their techniques: heavy brush strokes, thick paint, collage, etc. The more you know the bigger your personal art arsenal will be. Buy Art books, submit work for approval by people curating art shows/ exhibitions. Sometimes you will get rejected, and when your work is accepted, man the feeling is priceless. Make, make, make, all the time. Get your art out in the world, not just on the internet. You will find your own style the more artwork you complete. Patience is paramount. Artists are not athletes, you can create into, well, way past your thirties. Athletes are toast DONE by forty years old. Hell, your style will change, from time to time. Try all forms of art, at one time or another. Be versatile, not like some of the digimasters around here, the one trick ponies with zero real art on their page.. Make some things that can be touched, something physical. You will appreciate it more when you have to load up your painting, or sculpture in the car, or subway to take it to the exhibition opening. Cheers and good luck at whatever it is that you are going to do. Never stop being creative.... I practice what I preach...
Remember... Kill Them With Kindness
My Knife is named Kindness - Blog post
- 4 years ago
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jpose3337
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Jose's Speed Jose's Speed
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- 4 years ago
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Jose on the Bag Jose on the Bag
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Solitude 1 Solitude 1
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- 4 years ago
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The Old Man The Old Man
- From: crenshawa
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Friday morning I read in the paper about The Metroplex BMX (bicycle motocross) to be held in DeSoto, TX Friday and Saturday. Sounded like fun and I'd never seen one before, much less phtographed one, so I packed my camera bag and headed south. The races took place under an open sided pavalion about 80 yards long. Because of the shooting distances, my inexperience with the sport, horribly mixed lighting conditions, low ceilings and somewhat close spectator proximity, I really had to scrounge through my bag to find what might work.
The place to be for most sports is down where the action is and that's where I was. It didn't take long, especially after I got a strong hint from a UK photographer, to discover that anything between 50mm and 120mm would work best. Well, I did bring a 70-200 and a 70-300 zooms and my almost new Lens Baby. Since jumping photographs were really what I was after, I needed to have a very shallow depth of field to blur the ceiling and background. The two zooms just didn't so I started seriously "messing" with the Lens Baby. The Lens Baby is a specialty lens designed to have a variable sweet spot of focus depending upon how you torqued the lens - it's kind of weird. I knew that would blow out the ceiling and the crowd -which I wanted- but the debth of field (focus) was extremely shallow (like a foot) so it would be tricky.I kind of liked the idea of extemely shallow focus but the bikers rarely jumped where I needed them to be.
Long story short - it was a great experience. Shot lots of pictures, tossed lots of pictures and came-up with a few keepers, very few. The lens seems to be better for close-ups, making the best shots portraits.
Saturday I took my grandkids to see the races. This time I sat in the stands and got better pictures of the action with my 70-300 panning as they passed. Haven't got it mastered yet, but well on its way. Unfortunately, my grandkids got bored after 45 minutes. They said, "All they do is race round and round." Of course, I agreed, but is was fun. It's an interesting sport. Strangely not the greatest spectator sport in the world un less you've got a close friend or relative running. Some of the spectators are amazingly rude. After I and most of the crowd arrived and settled in our seats, crowds of late arrivers simply walked to the front of the bleachers, lined-up and parked so no one could see the action. Two suggestions to the BMX folks: One- somehow make it more interesting. Three hours of 45 second races simply going round and round intersperced with a few jumps does not make for an interesting afternoon. But heh, I don't like fishing either. Second- they've got enforce crowds standing at the fence. They can sit like everone else or get down, take their pictures the go sit back down - simple. By the way, the racers are outstanding athletes of all ages (5-55) , male and female. No wonder BMX is one of the the Olympic show sports.
- 4 years ago
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Pigtail Adjustment Pigtail Adjustment
- From: crenshawa
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Friday morning I read in the paper about The Metroplex BMX (bicycle motocross) to be held in DeSoto, TX Friday and Saturday. Sounded like fun and I'd never seen one before, much less phtographed one, so I packed my camera bag and headed south. The races took place under an open sided pavalion about 80 yards long. Because of the shooting distances, my inexperience with the sport, horribly mixed lighting conditions, low ceilings and somewhat close spectator proximity, I really had to scrounge through my bag to find what might work.
The place to be for most sports is down where the action is and that's where I was. It didn't take long, especially after I got a strong hint from a UK photographer, to discover that anything between 50mm and 120mm would work best. Well, I did bring a 70-200 and a 70-300 zooms and my almost new Lens Baby. Since jumping photographs were really what I was after, I needed to have a very shallow depth of field to blur the ceiling and background. The two zooms just didn't so I started seriously "messing" with the Lens Baby. The Lens Baby is a specialty lens designed to have a variable sweet spot of focus depending upon how you torqued the lens - it's kind of weird. I knew that would blow out the ceiling and the crowd -which I wanted- but the debth of field (focus) was extremely shallow (like a foot) so it would be tricky.I kind of liked the idea of extemely shallow focus but the bikers rarely jumped where I needed them to be.
Long story short - it was a great experience. Shot lots of pictures, tossed lots of pictures and came-up with a few keepers, very few. The lens seems to be better for close-ups, making the best shots portraits.
Saturday I took my grandkids to see the races. This time I sat in the stands and got better pictures of the action with my 70-300 panning as they passed. Haven't got it mastered yet, but well on its way. Unfortunately, my grandkids got bored after 45 minutes. They said, "All they do is race round and round." Of course, I agreed, but is was fun. It's an interesting sport. Strangely not the greatest spectator sport in the world un less you've got a close friend or relative running. Some of the spectators are amazingly rude. After I and most of the crowd arrived and settled in our seats, crowds of late arrivers simply walked to the front of the bleachers, lined-up and parked so no one could see the action. Two suggestions to the BMX folks: One- somehow make it more interesting. Three hours of 45 second races simply going round and round intersperced with a few jumps does not make for an interesting afternoon. But heh, I don't like fishing either. Second- they've got enforce crowds standing at the fence. They can sit like everone else or get down, take their pictures the go sit back down - simple. By the way, the racers are outstanding athletes of all ages (5-55) , male and female. No wonder BMX is one of the the Olympic show sports.
- 4 years ago
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In Tandem In Tandem
- From: crenshawa
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Friday morning I read in the paper about The Metroplex BMX (bicycle motocross) to be held in DeSoto, TX Friday and Saturday. Sounded like fun and I'd never seen one before, much less phtographed one, so I packed my camera bag and headed south. The races took place under an open sided pavalion about 80 yards long. Because of the shooting distances, my inexperience with the sport, horribly mixed lighting conditions, low ceilings and somewhat close spectator proximity, I really had to scrounge through my bag to find what might work.
The place to be for most sports is down where the action is and that's where I was. It didn't take long, especially after I got a strong hint from a UK photographer, to discover that anything between 50mm and 120mm would work best. Well, I did bring a 70-200 and a 70-300 zooms and my almost new Lens Baby. Since jumping photographs were really what I was after, I needed to have a very shallow depth of field to blur the ceiling and background. The two zooms just didn't so I started seriously "messing" with the Lens Baby. The Lens Baby is a specialty lens designed to have a variable sweet spot of focus depending upon how you torqued the lens - it's kind of weird. I knew that would blow out the ceiling and the crowd -which I wanted- but the debth of field (focus) was extremely shallow (like a foot) so it would be tricky.I kind of liked the idea of extemely shallow focus but the bikers rarely jumped where I needed them to be.
Long story short - it was a great experience. Shot lots of pictures, tossed lots of pictures and came-up with a few keepers, very few. The lens seems to be better for close-ups, making the best shots portraits.
Saturday I took my grandkids to see the races. This time I sat in the stands and got better pictures of the action with my 70-300 panning as they passed. Haven't got it mastered yet, but well on its way. Unfortunately, my grandkids got bored after 45 minutes. They said, "All they do is race round and round." Of course, I agreed, but is was fun. It's an interesting sport. Strangely not the greatest spectator sport in the world un less you've got a close friend or relative running. Some of the spectators are amazingly rude. After I and most of the crowd arrived and settled in our seats, crowds of late arrivers simply walked to the front of the bleachers, lined-up and parked so no one could see the action. Two suggestions to the BMX folks: One- somehow make it more interesting. Three hours of 45 second races simply going round and round intersperced with a few jumps does not make for an interesting afternoon. But heh, I don't like fishing either. Second- they've got enforce crowds standing at the fence. They can sit like everone else or get down, take their pictures the go sit back down - simple. By the way, the racers are outstanding athletes of all ages (5-55) , male and female. No wonder BMX is one of the the Olympic show sports.
- 4 years ago
- Views: 78