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I decided to do a baseball movie this week because, well.....itapos;s been a good year.

When I was facing my thirtieth birthday I was kinda hating the idea of leaving my twenties.� Not that my twenties were particularly good for me, or healthy, or productive...but still, they were my twenties.� As much as they sucked, at least I was still relatively young.� I didnapos;t much care for the idea of entering a new decade.
Friends and family assured me, age is just a number...youapos;re only as old as you feel, blah blah blah, yada yada yada.� Eventually their well intentioned words had the desired effect, and I slowly embraced my coming birthday.� I really am young at heart, and I only feel old when I mention Led Zeppelin and some ass-hat in their twenties says, "Who?".� Fuck it, thirty wasnapos;t going to be so bad.
Less than two months after my thirtieth birthday my intestines ruptured and I had to have emergency surgery.� I awoke on a morphine drip with a catheter and a colostomy bag.�
Yay thirty
The bag and I were inseparable for three and a half months.� We went everywhere and did everything together.� Long drives in the country, quiet walks, movie night, wings.� We were a team.
But eventually it came time for my shit bag and I to part ways...my rectum was dying of boredom.� So I returned to the hospital and they reconnected my plumbing.�
My ass was back in business.
After my reconnection surgery I remember lying in the hospital bed, whacked on morphine and feeling all kinds of sorry for myself.� I had a huge scar running from just below my man-boobs to just above my bush, and a smaller one to the left of that, that ran horizontally for about four inches.� I had staples holding me together, and surgical glue on� top of those.� Not to mention the depression that comes with a morphine high.
And the catheter was back in my dick.
My life was just chock full of all kinds of suck.
Then one day, as I lay there wallowing in self pity, a movie came on.� Pride of The Yankees, starring Gary Cooper as Lou Gehrig.� It remains the most incredible and inspiring sports film Iapos;ve ever seen.� I canapos;t even put into words what this film meant to me at that time in my life.� It was exactly what I needed to see.� It helped put everything into perspective, and whenever I feel myself thinking that my life is filling with suck again, I just keep looking at it from different angles until I, once again, feel like the luckiest man on the face of the earth.�
Some might think the movie is overly simplistic, too romanticized, or flat out Hallmark hokie......but my memory of seeing this movie while laying in my hospital bed is what keeps me smiling, sane, and positive.
Anyway, here is Gary Cooper delivering Gehrigapos;s farewell speech from the end of the film.� And yes, thatapos;s the real Babe Ruth.......





Have a good week, and.......

GO�PHILS



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