Life’s Playlist…. Winners by Frank Sinatra

Sunday night my Facebook timeline exploded.

It happened around 6PM as the New England Patriots, Jacksonville Jaguars game came to an end.

I hadn’t watched the game, but within second I knew the Patriots had won.  My timeline was filled with “Brady is a cheater,” “Brady is the G.O.A.T.” (greatest of all-time), “referees won another one for the Patriots,” ” no one can beat the Patriots,” and on and on.

I’m not a fan of professional football, I haven’t watched one play of the season this year.  Some of that is because of the mix of politics and football, but more than anything else I find professional football passionless and I am passionate about my sports and expect the participants to be passionate as well.

I find the game to be boring.  I’ll probably watch the Super Bowl until the half because I want to see Justin Timberlake and Pink, but I could care less who wins.

As I read the posts about Brady and the Patriots, I was taken back to my passion, college football.

I love college football, I have for my entire life.  I was born and bred a Georgia Bulldog and will bleed red and black until the day I die.

My heart was crushed when my team lost the National Championship this year and as I read the comments about the Patriots, I couldn’t help but think how those same comments are parallel to the University of Alabama.

When Alabama won the National Championship against Georgia, social media exploded with comments of “hate Saban,” ” Saban is a god,” ” Alabama cheats,” “the refs gave the game to ‘Bama,” except this time the comments were coming from fans of my team.

I don’t agree with the comments about Saban, Alabama, Brady or the Patriots, year after year they have simply proven to be better than everyone else.  Why don’t we honor that instead of trying to tear it down?

At what point as a society did we stop honoring success and start tearing it down?

It is unfortunate but today, in the age of participation trophies and people who are professionally offended we no longer honor the success of those who get out, work hard and rise to the top.

At what point did it become the rule that everyone should have what everyone else has?  I think everyone should have the opportunity to have what everyone else has, but it shouldn’t be given to them.

It is important to note that the people who are successful usually got that way through hard work and determination.  Yes, for some it is easier than others, but for many of us who have never been given a hand-out our successes are built on the blood, sweat and tears of our brow and not by holding our hands out waiting to get what is “ours.”

In sports, business, politics and indeed life, those who work hard, those who have the strongest work ethic, those who put in the grind usually rise to the top.  Why do we no longer celebrate this?

The way I look at it, the reason the Patriots and Alabama continue to win is because they beat their competition on and off the field.  I’m not saying they are better than anyone else, but when they walk in a room they demand respect because of their successes.

When teams start beating them on the field, then that air of superiority that surrounds them will begin to evaporate.  Tom Brady and Nick Saban have earned their successes, they devote their lives to their sport and that devotion shows in their victories.

Sports is like life, those who rise to the top usually do it through hard work, persistence and yes, some luck.

One of my favorite songs is today’s Life’s Playlist selection and sums up my thoughts better than I ever could…… Winners performed by Frank Sinatra.

Listen to the words, Here’s to the Winners, ALL OF US CAN BE!

Life’s Playlist…. As Time Goes By performed by Frank Sinatra

Today is my Uncle Billy Maxwell’s 88th Birthday.

For my entire life, Billy has been one of those people who automatically brings a smile to my face.  A gregarious soul that has seen his share of struggles but always keeps smiling.

With his outgoing personality and southern drawl, a loving “hello pad’ner” greeting,  Uncle Billy is full of love.

A few months ago I was sitting in my store when Uncle Billy and his lady friend stopped by for a visit.  They had driven almost two hours for a 20 minute visit.  I loved every second of it.

Uncle Billy has lived his 88 years to the fullest, I pray he has 88 more to bless those of us who love him.

Uncle Billy has been a constant, a classic, a man of God, Family and Love…… As Time Goes By.

Happy Birthday Uncle Billy and thanks for the joy!

 

Life’s Playlist…… Fly Me to the Moon performed by Frank Sinatra

Yesterday, in 1969, Neil Armstrong went where no other human had been before.

As part of the America’s mission to the moon, Armstrong strapped on his support pack, fastened his helmet in place and stepped on the moon, becoming a National Hero in the process.

His words…… “that’s one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind,” is seared into our brains and stands as a testament to the greatness of the human spirit.

I know my family was glued to our black and white television when this happened, but I don’t remember it.  As most Americans, I have seen the videos and still get chills today when I think about this awesome accomplishment.

No one really knew what would happen when the astronauts escaped earth’s orbit headed to the moon.  No one knew what would happen when the lunar explorer landed on the moon.  No one knew what would happen when Armstrong stepped onto the moon’s surface and no one knew if we would be able to get our heroes home.

We now know, the mission went without major issues and the heroic work of our astronauts and those who sent them into space stands as one of the greatest accomplishments of mankind.

Isn’t it amazing what can happen when we work towards a purpose and dedicate our efforts to making those dreams come true?  The possibilities are out of this world…….

 

Life’s Playlist…. Something’s Gotta Give performed by Frank Sinatra

Life’s Playlist…. Hold On by Michael Buble

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Life’s Playlist…. Hold On by Michael Buble