Bob Sneller: Some assorted thoughts for you
As we journey together toward the end of yet another year and look ahead, somewhat apprehensively, to what 2008 holds in store for us, here are some widely assorted thoughts for your valued indulgence.
A Christmas leftover: Did you hear about one of Santa’s elves who was depressed? He was low on elf-esteem.
A little girl asked her mother whether all fairy tales begin with, “Once upon a time.”
The mother replied, “No. today, many fairy tales begin with, “When I am elected.”
My good old tennis buddy, John Morris, gave me this one:
Hillary Clinton’s daughter, Chelsea, was helping her mother on the campaign trail.
Chelsea decided to interview a soldier who was home from Iraq.
After thanking the soldier for his service to his country, Miss Clinton asked the soldier what his three biggest concerns were as election time nears.
The soldier answered, “Osama, Obama, and your Momma.”
An amazing statistic popped up as I was scanning the final figures from last basketball season for all college players from junior college to Division I, men and women.
When what to my wondering eyes did appear but the field goal percentage leaders in all classes of competition.
Now, get this. The leader, among ALL college players who shot at a basket during the 2006-2007 season was a player named David Bullock of Globe Institute of Technology.
Globe is an NJCAA school back East.
What did David shoot to lead the nation? According to the official records, which are listed without comment, Bullock played in 25 games and made 125 out of 126 shots at the basket! That’s 99.2 percent from the FIELD and I personally am going nuts trying to figure out if this is for real or some kind of techster prank.
What gets me, is that no one else thought this was worth a story, apparently. When did the missed shot occur? Was it a layup or what? Did anyone check the validity of this record?
Maybe I have too much time on my hands. As all six of you regular readers who know me well enough to call me by my first name or worse, I am not into modern technology.
We have no computer, although we do have indoor plumbing that works more often than not. Editor John Ford is kindly helping me on this 125 out of 126 stat and we’ll let you know, as Paul Harvey would say, “the REST of the story.”
In the meantime, take a look at page 162 in the current Sporting News Yearbook and see for yourself. And if you see me mumbling, “the guy misses ONE shot all season???”, you will know the source of my latest trance.
For New Year’s, I want to share with you these two timely poems from my old collection of favorites:
"How Would We Know"
By Ruth Cronin
We cannot know dawn without darkness,
Nor recognize day without night.
We cannot know sun without shadows,
Nor dark if we’ve never seen light.
For how would we know what are thistles
If we had not ever seen flowers,
And how would we feel any sorrow
If gladness had never been ours?
"The Start (For New Year’s)"
By Grantland Rice
The dawn is breaking, crimson white,
The sun is up in flaming spread.
The road is dim, beyond all sight,
Where none can see the way ahead.
Through blackest night, or dawn’s red glow,
Where will it end? I do not know.
Through mist and fog — through storm and sun,
Through pain and sorrow — love and care.
Through cheering millions lost or won.
How will the newborn marcher fare?
Who knows? Amid world-beating hearts,
The Tumult and the Shouting starts.
Happy New Year, everyone.
Neosho Daily News