Note: This is a bit of a political rant… Just saying…agree or don’t, but be nice.

How great is that the President of the United States is planning his defense for potential charges that go against everything America stands for and then disinvites a championship team that is named after a national symbol, E-A-G-L-E-S because they believe in a person’s right to protest?

It’s not great at all, but that is the way of things in our country today. The Philadelphia Eagles, who won the Super Bowl, will not be attending the White House as has been the tradition for championship teams for some time now. The reason was that too few of the team members were going to show up, so Trump bailed. It’s great that the team, by standing up for what it believed and backing it up with several players planning to do charity work in DC rather than bow to the minister of deceit, have shown that we must stick up for what is right within ourselves. Further, the country is not about Republican, Democrat, or Trump, it’s about our laws and beliefs that we have certain inalienable rights, one being freedom of speech.

The President has shown again that he doesn’t believe in that right unless it’s about him.

Funny, I started writing this while listening to a suggestion by a fellow blogger that Some Girls by the Rolling Stones is a great album to listen to start to finish. Having never done it, I put my headphones on and started pounding away on the keys wondering if I stepped over some proper boundary in expressing my opinion about the idiocy that is happening in the ever-deepening swamp in my nation’s capital. Have I gone all rock and roll on this thing and put my invite to the White House in jeopardy? My first book of poetry is coming out soon and I’m sure I’ll get an invite or an offer to do an open mic in the White House. Yeah, right…

Let me say, I hope I haven’t ruined that opportunity if it even was a chance. I’d love to make a profit off the White House, it’s in vogue right now. Additionally, I have a great deal of respect for the office of the President. I know that the job is a no-win servitude, kind of like the Rolling Stones singing “Just My Imagination.” (Some acts should not be covered… All say, “NIXON.”) At least, however, the Stones’ version is acceptable, not an embarrassment, and catchy in that garage band-country crossover Rolling Stones way. 1600’s replay of the early 1970s political games, however, is far from respectful. The President seems to want to erase the slate of Nixon’s malfeasance, by rising to a higher level of whatever may or may not be Constitutionally allowed. And why, who knows, ego?

As it goes, the Eagles are probably better off. They don’t have to put up with ridicule for not being themselves. They don’t have to be associated with Russian diplomats and North Korean emissaries/spies as those two groups have been invited to chat with the Manhattan monarch. The Eagles should just be proud of being American and standing by their values and respecting the tenets of our country.

Hey, Congress…

BTW: Some Girls is worth a start to finish listening…Interesting that I like “Respectable” the best… I also realize that I’m late to the RS party. Unfortunately, in 1978, I was in the throws of a disco detox. Thank goodness for middle school, The Who, and The Eagles (coincidently).


Watching an art show
About Philadelphia
While gearing up for my
First Eagles game.

What a life
Full of complexity and extremes
The subtle bullying arrogance of the arts
With the not so subtle bullying of sports.
I drift from pole to pole
Loving the thought stimulated by both.

PBS has shown the hidden beauty of Philly.
Now let’s hope I don’t get bloodied
By the mob at the LINC.

I love this city!

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Faith tested
When the dimming of a star
With its quarter century
Of cocky ownership
Allowed the spirit of eagles soaring
To seep green into my psyche

My life of dread
When football takes the energy
Of all around
To a point where
To see the field differently
Is to risk life and limb

But my loyalties are too far removed
And the ownership
Seems so arrogant as to forget
That they were once
America’s team
Mostly because they won
But also because there was a proud,
Gentlemanly way

Today at practice
That fight song roared with pride
And energy
The players on point
The practice quick and efficient
Perpetual motion
The way a practice should be

I’m wavering…

Driving home, the Eagles fans are lamenting mediocrity
The snap and crackle in my shoulder
A welcome diversion
From the unappreciative vitriol
Of the radio

Really I could care less about football
Right now
It’s more about delts and rotation
And the heightened enlightenment
After flossing, smashing, and blocking
My scapular girdle into a waft of relaxation
That has been so needed
As the years of neglect have tightened
Into an unfortunately delicate range of motion

My concern with the nuances of read options
Or the past inefficiency of Andy’s clock management
Have sunk to Kardashian depths
Which is about as low on the reality television Geiger counter
As one might go
(Okay, Miley twerking is lower)

But there is more to life
Than sports, school, and television
Which might be surprising coming
From a gym teacher poet

There’s thinking
Listening to your body
PLAYING a sport
Hanging with your family or friends
(Hopefully they are one in the same)

So excuse me if I’m more excited
By the techtonic movement of my shoulder
And the organ grinder that is my humerus right now
The muscles are relaxing
The stretching is working

And the Eagles still haven’t won a Super Bowl…