… and the only way we know for sure is when it pains him, as well it should. ’nuff said.
And speaking of heart … I like what Scott Brown is showing in his first days in the Senate. Maybe there’s hope.
Meanwhile, I missed Edna St. Vincent Millay’s birthday … which was yesterday. Thanks, Alice!
The Breakers announced yesterday that they signed Australian National Team forward Sarah Walsh. She joins England’s Alex Scott and Kelly Smith, Brazi’s Fabiana, and Spain’s Laura Del Rio as Boston’s fifth international player.
I’m very psyched about Walsh … she’s a firebrand up top! Here’s what Tony had to say: “Sarah has fantastic speed and attacking abilities. She loves to get behind defenses and has the ability to score herself and create goals for her teammates. Her leadership and experience will also provide a lot to our success. I look forward to coaching her and I think the Breaker fans will love her work ethic and abilities.”
Expect some exciting things from Walsh and Weimer for the B’s!
On the baseball front … here’s a Tweeted photo of the Phillies’ Jayson Werth … love the Paul Bunyan look!
Maybe we’ll see him in November, eh?
In other soccer tidbits, here’s a profile of Seymour, Connecticut’s Alyssa Naeher – the Breakers’ second pick in the college draft and former Penn State keeper.
In college B-ball, I see Tennesse rolling toward their title … Lady Vols 70 LSU 61. Er, maybe “rolling” is a little strong.
High school hoops? The Prospect Mountain Timberwolves weren’t able to take it to Belmont twice, succumbing last night to stifling defense and their own cold shooting. One couldn’t help but feel that Jeri Blair’s Timberwolves were being bested by the defense that he had coached for many years at Belmont … an irony for sure. Prospect Mountain will be back next year … as will BHS.
And finally, loved this piece from the Writer’s Almanac this morning …
Failing and Flying
by Jack Gilbert
Everyone forgets that Icarus also flew.
It’s the same when love comes to an end,
or the marriage fails and people say
they knew it was a mistake, that everybody
said it would never work. That she was
old enough to know better. But anything
worth doing is worth doing badly.
Like being there by that summer ocean
on the other side of the island while
love was fading out of her, the stars
burning so extravagantly those nights that
anyone could tell you they would never last.
Every morning she was asleep in my bed
like a visitation, the gentleness in her
like antelope standing in the dawn mist.
Each afternoon I watched her coming back
through the hot stony field after swimming,
the sea light behind her and the huge sky
on the other side of that. Listened to her
while we ate lunch. How can they say
the marriage failed? Like the people who
came back from Provence (when it was Provence)
and said it was pretty but the food was greasy.
I believe Icarus was not failing as he fell,
but just coming to the end of his triumph.