“How you played in yesterday’s game is all that counts.”
– Jackie Robinson
The Boston Red Sox and Minnesota Twins were the first teams to take the field today, all donning the immortal number 42 on their backs in honor of the 63rd anniversary of Jackie Robinson’s first day in the big leagues. On april 15, 1947 Jackie Robinson played his first major league game with the Brooklyn Dodgers at Ebbets Field, which broke the color line in baseball, helped to end racial segregation and contributed significantly to the Civil Rights Movement.
Here are just some of the highlights of his amazing life and career:
1919 – Born on January 31 in Cairo, Georgia
1939 – Earned varsity letters in football, basketball, track and baseball while attending UCLA
1941 – Played semi-professional football for the Honolulu Bears in Hawaii
1942 – Drafted by the Army and assigned to duty in Kansas
1944 – Refused to move to the back of an Army bus, which led to a court-martial and, eventually, an honorable discharge
1945 – Received an offer to play professional baseball in the Negro league for an amazing salary of $400 per month
1946 – Played one season with the Montreal Royals in the Class AAA International league
1947 – Became the first black player in the major leagues
1950 – Earned the highest salary of any Dodger with a paycheck worth $35,000
1955 – Won his only championship when the Brooklyn Dodgers beat the New York Yankees in the World Series
1957 – Retired from baseball and was subsequently diagnosed with diabetes
1962 – Elected into the Baseball Hall Of Fame on the first ballot
1964 – Helped found Freedom National Bank – an African-American owned and operated bank in Harlem
1965 – Became the first black analyst for ABC’s Major League Baseball Game Of The Week telecast
1972 – Died shortly after throwing out the first pitch in Game 2 of the World Series and accepting a plaque to honor the twenty-fifth anniversary of his MLB debut
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Massive Attack hit the Olympia last night to promote their new EP ‘Splitting The Atom’. They were absolutely brilliant – a stunning light show, top-notch musicianship and a host of guest collaboraters including, Horace Andy, Shara Nelson and Martina Topley-Bird.
They have been writing and rehearsing since the end of 2008 in the hopes of finishing what was dubbed ‘LP 5’ but the album has not yet surfaced. Recently, the date February 8, 2010 was confirmed as the release date of the now-named ‘Heligoland’.
Rumor has it that Horace and Martina will be guest vocalists on some of the tracks and that Damon Albarn, Guy Garvey (Elbow) and Hope Sandoval (Mazzy Star) will also appear on the album. If it is anywhere near as good as some of the tracks sounded live then it will be one of the biggest releases of next year.
The setlist (to the best of my recollection) was:
01. Flat Of The Blade
02. Hartcliffe Star
04. Girl I Love You
05. Future Proof
08. Inertia Creeps
11. Safe From Harm
12. Unfinished Sympathy
13. Splitting The Atom
14. Atlas Air
The Pixies hit the Olympia last night as part of the Doolittle 20th Anniversary tour. I didn’t get a ticket but a few of my mates did. The reviews were rather mixed. On the one hand, tickets were going for 200 EUR plus at the door and Frank Black didn’t say a word during the entire show. On the other hand, they played a classic album in it’s entirety and, by all accounts, sounded absolutely amazing.
In a slightly related topic, some news has emerged about the Pixies’ new box set ‘Minotaur’. When it comes to this, Frank Black had something to say; “I like that the sheer size of Minotaur moves it into the category of being an art object as opposed to being just a CD box set. It’s not necessarily something you’d put next to your stereo, but on your marble coffee table with your other art books.”
True. But I’m not sure I am willing to pay the price that is being asked for each of the editions.
Limited Edition / Signed (by all the band members) – 350.00 STG, which includes:
* All five albums in both 24K gold plated CD, Blu-ray audio, DVD surround sound and vinyl formats
* A 1991 Brixton gig in Blu-ray and DVD formats
* Two fine art books – one 96-page and one 54-page
* Two double-sided fold-out posters
Limited Edition – 299.99 STG (same as above without the signatures)
Deluxe Edition – 109.99 STG (everything but the 96-page book and vinyl albums)
200 EUR tickets? 350 STG box sets? It sounds like they are only in it for the money to me.
The setlist was:
01. Dancing The Manta Ray
02. Bailey’s Walk
03. Weird At My School
04. Manta Ray
07. Wave Of Mutilation
08. I Bleed
09. Here Comes Your Man
11. Monkey Gone To Heaven
12. Mr. Grieves
13. Crackity Jones
14. La La Love You
15. No. 13 Baby
16. There Goes My Gun
19. Gouge Away
20. Wave Of Mutilation (UK Surf)
21. Into The White
22. Where Is My Mind?
After weeks of preparation, several months of injuries and countless push-ups, burpees and star jumps in Boot Camp, I arrived at the start line of the Dublin Marathon on Saturday feeling nervous but strong.
I had only ever run one other half – in 2000 – and had just managed to cross the line in the 90th minute. The price I paid though was the inability to walk for several days. This time I had trained hard and prepared diligently for that ‘magical’ sub 90:00 race.
The gun went off and I began running. The legs were feeling good. My stride was relaxed and my breathing controlled. I checked my pulse monitor – 150 beats per minute. Perfect. All I had to do was maintain that effort for the next 13 miles.
I managed to do just that for the first nine miles, when the series of hills began. My pulse inched up into the low 170s but I was still well in control and felt great. The 10th mile passed. Then the 11th and the 12th. I was only a hand full of seconds off my pre-calculated pace so it was now time to pick things up.
I began running harder. My legs stung and my lungs ached. The pulse monitor read 180 but that didn’t matter any more. All bets were off. I turned the corner and saw the 800 meters sign. I ran as hard as I could. Except I could have sworn that I was beginning to slow down. I could see the 400 meter sign and the last corner. A quick glance to my right revealed the finish line and the big race clock ticking away. I was now in the 87th minute. All I could think about was a)why can’t I go any faster? and b)why I am I the same distance from the 400 meter sign that I was a couple of minutes ago?
Eventually, the last turn came and I was now inside 400 meters. I looked ahead and saw that I was well into the 88th minute. Even if I went to the track and ran as hard as I could my 400 meter time is still around 70 seconds. I began to sprint. 89 minutes. I tried to sprint harder but I had reached maximum velocity about 300 meters and one turn ago. 89:40. The finish line looked so close but it seemed to remain the same distance even though my body was convinced that I was now running about 20 miles an hour. 89:55. This is going to be so close…
Unfortunately, I was in front of the clock when 90:00 struck but, fortunately, I crossed the line seven seconds later. Exhausted and slightly frustrated, I soon came around and decided that I had run the best race I possibly could have. I had a quick bite to eat and some water and then ran another four miles on my way home.
I’ve now achieved one of my big goals for the year and only the marathon remains. In 30 more days, I will be standing at the start line again feeling more confident having run such a good half.
Having had my application for a certificate of naturalisation granted by the Minister for Justice, Equality and Law Reform, I went to District Court this morning.
In front of a judge I declared and subscribed my fidelity to the Irish nation and my loyalty to the State.
The next step in the process is to post the signed declaration along with the relevant fee to the Department of Justice, Equality and Law Reform. I will then receive a Certificate of Naturalisation and an Irish Passport.
Three and a half years after applying for naturalisation and eleven years after moving to Ireland, I will become an Irish citizen.
2008 Lifestyle Sports – Adidas Dublin Marathon, 27 October 2008, Race Number 8797.
11,400 runners. Large crowds. Cold temperatures.
Slow start. Weaving through the crowd of runners.
Settling in. 8 minute pace. Phoenix Park. Great weather. Water stations. Sweat. Energy drinks.
10km – 00:54:14
8 minute pace. More water stations. Open road. More sweat. More water. More energy drinks. Energy gels.
The half-way point – 01:50:33
Sore legs. Tired muscles. More water. More sweat. Larger crowds. Cheering. Fatigue.
30km – 02:37:11
The ‘wall’. Pain. Relax. Concentrate. More water. More energy drinks. More energy gels. Gummy bears.
More sweat. Leg cramps. 9 minute pace. Arm cramps. 10 minute pace. Back cramps. Dizziness. More pain.
‘How am I going to finish?’ I have to finish. Keep going. Focus. Calm. Strength. Power. More water. More pain.
The 26th mile.
Pain. Suffering. Cramping. 11 minute pace. More pain. More suffering. More cramping.
The finish line – 03:48:47
‘I did it!’
Place overall – 2765
Category – Men 35
Place in Category – 489
Marcia Brady, the teen icon in the 1970s in ‘The Brady Bunch’, has talked about her battle with drugs in a new book.
Reuters reports that Brady’s book ‘Here’s The Story’ was published in the US this week with the legend writing about her addiction to cocaine, pills and mushrooms after the television show was cancelled.
Marcia, now 52, writes: “My life was a whirlwind of experimentation and searching that evolved into a grim spiral of avoidance, denial and self-destruction.”
“Sometimes I wonder how my life would’ve been different if I’d said no and never done another line of cocaine again. But that’s not what happened. It was as if I had stepped out of my normal shell full of insecurities and worries and into a different and far cooler, mellower, and more fun skin.”
Writing about her fame, she says: “I’ll always be struck by how much a part of people’s lives Marcia is and always will be. And how, whether I like it or not, I’ll always be her, just as she will always be me.
When asked about her view, Marcia’s sister Jan said, “Well, all day long at school, I used to hear how great Marcia was at this or how wonderful Marcia did that! And now, 34 years later it is still, Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!”