10.3.2023 – few generations

few generations
role of defending freedom
maximum danger

On January 20, 1961, President John F. Kennedy delivered his inaugural address in a message that rings loud and clear for today.

The stunning difference is that President Kenney was speaking to the World at large when today I feel his call for Freedom needs to be heard here in America.

To that end, I am writing a series of Haiku based on that inaugural address.

Also anyone who follows this blog, knows that when I miss a few days, I will create a series of posts based on the same text to catch myself up to date.

This is one of those series.

If you really want to scare yourself or make yourself think in such a way as to scare yourself, read this speech and William Shakespeare’s play Julius Caesar at the same time.

Today’s Haiku is taken from the passage (and yes I used to many words in the third line but my blog, my rules):

In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility–I welcome it. I do not believe that any of us would exchange places with any other people or any other generation. The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavor will light our country and all who serve it–and the glow from that fire can truly light the world.

Here is the complete text of from that address on January 20, 1961.

Vice President Johnson, Mr. Speaker, Mr. Chief Justice, President Eisenhower, Vice President Nixon, President Truman, Reverend Clergy, fellow citizens:

We observe today not a victory of party but a celebration of freedom–symbolizing an end as well as a beginning–signifying renewal as well as change. For I have sworn before you and Almighty God the same solemn oath our forbears prescribed nearly a century and three-quarters ago.

The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life. And yet the same revolutionary beliefs for which our forebears fought are still at issue around the globe–the belief that the rights of man come not from the generosity of the state but from the hand of God.

We dare not forget today that we are the heirs of that first revolution. Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans–born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace, proud of our ancient heritage–and unwilling to witness or permit the slow undoing of those human rights to which this nation has always been committed, and to which we are committed today at home and around the world.

Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty.

This much we pledge–and more.

To those old allies whose cultural and spiritual origins we share, we pledge the loyalty of faithful friends. United there is little we cannot do in a host of cooperative ventures. Divided there is little we can do–for we dare not meet a powerful challenge at odds and split asunder.

To those new states whom we welcome to the ranks of the free, we pledge our word that one form of colonial control shall not have passed away merely to be replaced by a far more iron tyranny. We shall not always expect to find them supporting our view. But we shall always hope to find them strongly supporting their own freedom–and to remember that, in the past, those who foolishly sought power by riding the back of the tiger ended up inside.

To those people in the huts and villages of half the globe struggling to break the bonds of mass misery, we pledge our best efforts to help them help themselves, for whatever period is required–not because the communists may be doing it, not because we seek their votes, but because it is right. If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich.

To our sister republics south of our border, we offer a special pledge–to convert our good words into good deeds–in a new alliance for progress–to assist free men and free governments in casting off the chains of poverty. But this peaceful revolution of hope cannot become the prey of hostile powers. Let all our neighbors know that we shall join with them to oppose aggression or subversion anywhere in the Americas. And let every other power know that this Hemisphere intends to remain the master of its own house.

To that world assembly of sovereign states, the United Nations, our last best hope in an age where the instruments of war have far outpaced the instruments of peace, we renew our pledge of support–to prevent it from becoming merely a forum for invective–to strengthen its shield of the new and the weak–and to enlarge the area in which its writ may run.

Finally, to those nations who would make themselves our adversary, we offer not a pledge but a request: that both sides begin anew the quest for peace, before the dark powers of destruction unleashed by science engulf all humanity in planned or accidental self-destruction.

We dare not tempt them with weakness. For only when our arms are sufficient beyond doubt can we be certain beyond doubt that they will never be employed.

But neither can two great and powerful groups of nations take comfort from our present course–both sides overburdened by the cost of modern weapons, both rightly alarmed by the steady spread of the deadly atom, yet both racing to alter that uncertain balance of terror that stays the hand of mankind’s final war.

So let us begin anew–remembering on both sides that civility is not a sign of weakness, and sincerity is always subject to proof. Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.

Let both sides explore what problems unite us instead of belaboring those problems which divide us.

Let both sides, for the first time, formulate serious and precise proposals for the inspection and control of arms–and bring the absolute power to destroy other nations under the absolute control of all nations.

Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths and encourage the arts and commerce.

Let both sides unite to heed in all corners of the earth the command of Isaiah–to “undo the heavy burdens . . . (and) let the oppressed go free.”

And if a beachhead of cooperation may push back the jungle of suspicion, let both sides join in creating a new endeavor, not a new balance of power, but a new world of law, where the strong are just and the weak secure and the peace preserved.

All this will not be finished in the first one hundred days. Nor will it be finished in the first one thousand days, nor in the life of this Administration, nor even perhaps in our lifetime on this planet. But let us begin.

In your hands, my fellow citizens, more than mine, will rest the final success or failure of our course. Since this country was founded, each generation of Americans has been summoned to give testimony to its national loyalty. The graves of young Americans who answered the call to service surround the globe.

Now the trumpet summons us again–not as a call to bear arms, though arms we need–not as a call to battle, though embattled we are– but a call to bear the burden of a long twilight struggle, year in and year out, “rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation”–a struggle against the common enemies of man: tyranny, poverty, disease and war itself.

Can we forge against these enemies a grand and global alliance, North and South, East and West, that can assure a more fruitful life for all mankind? Will you join in that historic effort?

In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility–I welcome it. I do not believe that any of us would exchange places with any other people or any other generation. The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavor will light our country and all who serve it–and the glow from that fire can truly light the world.

And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you–ask what you can do for your country.

My fellow citizens of the world: ask not what America will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of man.

Finally, whether you are citizens of America or citizens of the world, ask of us here the same high standards of strength and sacrifice which we ask of you. With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love, asking His blessing and His help, but knowing that here on earth God’s work must truly be our own.

Handwritten Draft by JFK of his inaugural address

10.2.2023 – we observe today

we observe today
not victory of party
celebration of freedom

On January 20, 1961, President John F. Kennedy delivered his inaugural address in a message that rings loud and clear for today.

The stunning difference is that President Kenney was speaking to the World at large when today I feel his call for Freedom needs to be heard here in America.

To that end, I am writing a series of Haiku based on that inaugural address.

Also anyone who follows this blog, knows that when I miss a few days, I will create a series of posts based on the same text to catch myself up to date.

This is one of those series.

If you really want to scare yourself or make yourself think in such a way as to scare yourself, read this speech and William Shakespeare’s play Julius Caesar at the same time.

Today’s Haiku is taken from the passage (and yes I used to many words in the third line but my blog, my rules):

We observe today not a victory of party but a celebration of freedom–symbolizing an end as well as a beginning–signifying renewal as well as change. For I have sworn before you and Almighty God the same solemn oath our forbears prescribed nearly a century and three-quarters ago.

Here is the complete text of from that address on January 20, 1961.

Vice President Johnson, Mr. Speaker, Mr. Chief Justice, President Eisenhower, Vice President Nixon, President Truman, Reverend Clergy, fellow citizens:

We observe today not a victory of party but a celebration of freedom–symbolizing an end as well as a beginning–signifying renewal as well as change. For I have sworn before you and Almighty God the same solemn oath our forbears prescribed nearly a century and three-quarters ago.

The world is very different now. For man holds in his mortal hands the power to abolish all forms of human poverty and all forms of human life. And yet the same revolutionary beliefs for which our forebears fought are still at issue around the globe–the belief that the rights of man come not from the generosity of the state but from the hand of God.

We dare not forget today that we are the heirs of that first revolution. Let the word go forth from this time and place, to friend and foe alike, that the torch has been passed to a new generation of Americans–born in this century, tempered by war, disciplined by a hard and bitter peace, proud of our ancient heritage–and unwilling to witness or permit the slow undoing of those human rights to which this nation has always been committed, and to which we are committed today at home and around the world.

Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, that we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe to assure the survival and the success of liberty.

This much we pledge–and more.

To those old allies whose cultural and spiritual origins we share, we pledge the loyalty of faithful friends. United there is little we cannot do in a host of cooperative ventures. Divided there is little we can do–for we dare not meet a powerful challenge at odds and split asunder.

To those new states whom we welcome to the ranks of the free, we pledge our word that one form of colonial control shall not have passed away merely to be replaced by a far more iron tyranny. We shall not always expect to find them supporting our view. But we shall always hope to find them strongly supporting their own freedom–and to remember that, in the past, those who foolishly sought power by riding the back of the tiger ended up inside.

To those people in the huts and villages of half the globe struggling to break the bonds of mass misery, we pledge our best efforts to help them help themselves, for whatever period is required–not because the communists may be doing it, not because we seek their votes, but because it is right. If a free society cannot help the many who are poor, it cannot save the few who are rich.

To our sister republics south of our border, we offer a special pledge–to convert our good words into good deeds–in a new alliance for progress–to assist free men and free governments in casting off the chains of poverty. But this peaceful revolution of hope cannot become the prey of hostile powers. Let all our neighbors know that we shall join with them to oppose aggression or subversion anywhere in the Americas. And let every other power know that this Hemisphere intends to remain the master of its own house.

To that world assembly of sovereign states, the United Nations, our last best hope in an age where the instruments of war have far outpaced the instruments of peace, we renew our pledge of support–to prevent it from becoming merely a forum for invective–to strengthen its shield of the new and the weak–and to enlarge the area in which its writ may run.

Finally, to those nations who would make themselves our adversary, we offer not a pledge but a request: that both sides begin anew the quest for peace, before the dark powers of destruction unleashed by science engulf all humanity in planned or accidental self-destruction.

We dare not tempt them with weakness. For only when our arms are sufficient beyond doubt can we be certain beyond doubt that they will never be employed.

But neither can two great and powerful groups of nations take comfort from our present course–both sides overburdened by the cost of modern weapons, both rightly alarmed by the steady spread of the deadly atom, yet both racing to alter that uncertain balance of terror that stays the hand of mankind’s final war.

So let us begin anew–remembering on both sides that civility is not a sign of weakness, and sincerity is always subject to proof. Let us never negotiate out of fear. But let us never fear to negotiate.

Let both sides explore what problems unite us instead of belaboring those problems which divide us.

Let both sides, for the first time, formulate serious and precise proposals for the inspection and control of arms–and bring the absolute power to destroy other nations under the absolute control of all nations.

Let both sides seek to invoke the wonders of science instead of its terrors. Together let us explore the stars, conquer the deserts, eradicate disease, tap the ocean depths and encourage the arts and commerce.

Let both sides unite to heed in all corners of the earth the command of Isaiah–to “undo the heavy burdens . . . (and) let the oppressed go free.”

And if a beachhead of cooperation may push back the jungle of suspicion, let both sides join in creating a new endeavor, not a new balance of power, but a new world of law, where the strong are just and the weak secure and the peace preserved.

All this will not be finished in the first one hundred days. Nor will it be finished in the first one thousand days, nor in the life of this Administration, nor even perhaps in our lifetime on this planet. But let us begin.

In your hands, my fellow citizens, more than mine, will rest the final success or failure of our course. Since this country was founded, each generation of Americans has been summoned to give testimony to its national loyalty. The graves of young Americans who answered the call to service surround the globe.

Now the trumpet summons us again–not as a call to bear arms, though arms we need–not as a call to battle, though embattled we are– but a call to bear the burden of a long twilight struggle, year in and year out, “rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation”–a struggle against the common enemies of man: tyranny, poverty, disease and war itself.

Can we forge against these enemies a grand and global alliance, North and South, East and West, that can assure a more fruitful life for all mankind? Will you join in that historic effort?

In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I do not shrink from this responsibility–I welcome it. I do not believe that any of us would exchange places with any other people or any other generation. The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this endeavor will light our country and all who serve it–and the glow from that fire can truly light the world.

And so, my fellow Americans: ask not what your country can do for you–ask what you can do for your country.

My fellow citizens of the world: ask not what America will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of man.

Finally, whether you are citizens of America or citizens of the world, ask of us here the same high standards of strength and sacrifice which we ask of you. With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love, asking His blessing and His help, but knowing that here on earth God’s work must truly be our own.

Handwritten Draft by JFK of his inaugural address

10.1.2023 – anything man made

anything man made
breaks, will break and once it breaks ..
that’s it, game over

Hoffman Kids on the Straits of Mackinac – 1963?

“An oil spill would be catastrophic for all of North America, this place would become a toxic wasteland that would be contaminated for years,” said Whitney Gravelle, an Ojibwe person who is president of the Bay Mills Indian Community. “People often can’t even believe there is a pipeline going through the Great Lakes. It seems crazy that we just have this heart attack waiting to happen.

So writes Oliver Milman, the environment reporter for Guardian US in his article, ‘We can’t drink oil’: how a 70-year-old pipeline imperils the Great Lakes.

Mr. Milman continues, At the centre of this maelstrom are the native Great Lakes tribes that cherish the Straits of Mackinac, the four mile-wide stretch of water the ageing pipeline bisects, in creation stories as the birthplace of North America itself. They claim Line 5, which cuts through swathes of native land in its 645-mile route, is a “ticking time bomb” that imperils the Great Lakes, which contain a fifth of Earth’s entire surface fresh water, and risks severing deep, existential bonds of cultural connections that stretch back millennia.”

(What would an Oil Spill look like? Click here.)

If you grew up in the State of Michigan like I did, at some point in your life your family made a trip to upper lower Michigan, or the Straits, meaning the Straits of Mackinac, the body of water that joined Lake Michigan and Lake Huron.

A body of water spanned by the Mackinac Bridge and the location of Mackinaw City, Michigan.

Or as Clifton Webb pronounced it, talking to his estranged wife Barbara Stanwyck, who was in the process of leaving Mr. Webb in London and taking the children the quickest way possible which was to buy tickets on the RMS Titanic to her home town of, “MACK – EEE – NACK, Michgan” in the 1953 movie Titanic.

There is a park at the top of the Michigan Mitten and you can park at the park and walk under the bridge.

On one side of the bridge is a sign that says, LAKE HURON.

And on the other side is another sign that says, LAKE MICHIGAN.

My Dad would stand there and every time say, “This is the Straits of Mackinac, Lake Michigan is way over there and Lake Huron is way over there past the island.”

All of us kids would nod our heads in agreement and wonder how the State of Michigan could screw up something so simple.

We made the trip to the Straits on what seems a yearly basis.

There were 11 kids in my family and whoever happened to be home at the time would be invited along so anywhere from 6 to 13 people would pile into the car for the trip

The trip involved a long drive that started in the pre dawn and a stop at some roadside park for a picnic breakfast.

My Mom would pack a cooler with milk, juice and those little travel boxes of breakfast cereal.

That was back when those boxes had specific perforations on them so the one side could be opened and then you could tear the wax paper bag carefully and pull it back so that it became a travel bowl that could hold milk.

We marveled at such thoughtful ingenuity on behalf of those folks at Kelloggs.

My Dad had a little propane stove to heat up water for tea or coffee.

This for my Dad, was all the camping he wanted to do.

This view on camping and of what-is-fun has rubbed off on me while the rest of my Family gathers at campgrounds every year.

We would sit at dew damp picnic tables and my Dad would moan that he forgot to bring a towel to wipe off the benches.

He never did bring a towel as he didn’t want a wet towel in the car anyway.

The invention of paper towels was a big day for him.

Breakfast done it was time for a bathroom break and washup.

The bathroom’s at Michigan Roadside stops in those days where small wooden sheds over pit toilets that were one step above an outhouse.

The disinfectant or lime or whatever was dumped into those things had a unique smell or odor all its own and without much trouble I can still smell it.

To wash up, the State of Michigan had installed a standup hand pump over a well.

We stand in line and take turns pumping the pump as someone rinsed their hands or tried to get a drink of what we called, ‘iron water.’

You would pump that handle three or four times and holding the handle you can feel the water coming up and out the pipe to splash on the concrete bed surrounding the pipe.

Breakfast over and back in the car, we would start looking out the front window for the first sign of the towers of the Mackinac Bridge.

We would start looking around Gaylord, Michigan when we were still an hour south of the Straits.

Someone would catch a glimpse of the first white steel tower of the bridge and yell, THERE IT IS, I SEE IT.

I think I would start yelling that whether I saw it or not and then say, there behind the trees.

My Dad knew a small motel that was our destination and we would stop, unload then start our day in Mackinaw City.

We would start at the Fort and the Bridge museums and see all the things we saw every year.

Lunch was always at Tyson’s Cafeteria and, for reasons I never understood, we got the famous Chicken Pot Pie.

Don’t get me wrong as they were good but Swanson’s Frozen Chicken Pies were a Saturday Lunch staple at my house and I didn’t see much of difference.

After lunch was the drive over the bridge and a trip through St. Ignace and maybe all the way up to Castle Rock with the little kids pointing out every souvenir stand and the older kids yelling TOURIST TRAP.

At some point we always, as did EVERYONE, got some fudge.

I would daydream of the day when I was rich and I would be able to buy my own half-pound slab of chocolate and holding it like a sandwich eat it all by myself.

Getting fudge was so much of a rule when visiting the Straits, that in 1976 when President Gerald Ford was on the island and went to Church with the Governor of Michigan, the Secret Service thought they were safe and moved on to the next venue.

After Church, the President and the Governor realized they HAD to get some fudge and went out a different door and the Secret Service lost the President for a while.

Luckily there were on an island.

I remember also as some sort of right-of-passage, when my Parents felt my sister’s reached the right age, that sister and my Parents leave the rest of us at the hotel and they would make a trip to the ‘Strip’ of Mackinaw City and then, that sister would pick out a silver and turquoise ring.

At least that is what is in my memory and it seems to my that my sisters wore those rings for years.

Behind it all, the parks, the restaurants, and the travel, there was this sense that where we were was a pretty special place.

The land and the water and the islands and the beaches and the rocks and the waves were integral to what made Mackinac, Mackinac.

And we knew it.

I feel that my Parents put special emphasis on the view and the beauty of the place though we might not have appreciated it at the time.

Michigan and the Great Lakes were special.

In school in the State of Michigan, 4th graders studied Michigan History.

Back then, the State celebrated Michigan Week and in school, little pamphlets of Michigan Fun Facts were passed out so us students could be ‘Michigan Minutemen’ and spout off all sorts of information about our state.

And we did!

The word Michigan itself comes from the word “mishigami”, which means “large water” or “large lake.”

The first European settlement in Michigan was in 1668.

In 1774, Michigan was within the British Province of Quebec.

By 1920, Detroit was the fourth largest city in the U.S.

The State motto is, “If you seek a pleasant peninsula, look about you” with a image of a man on a beach on the State Seal.

Once in a Church board meeting where the task at hand was composing the Church Mission Statement, I suggested, “If you seek a pleasant Church, look about you” and it got some traction until one of my Brothers-in-Law exposed me.

The motto on State License plates used to alternate between Winter Wonderland and Water Wonderland until someone got tired of switching and for a few years we had Winter-Water Wonderland.

The Sunday Magazine Supplement of the Grand Rapids Press was titled, Wonderland Magazine.

One time editor of the GRPress, Gerald Elliott once confided in me that of all the changes made by the GRPress, it was Wonderland the he missed the most when it was stopped.

That was the only place for local writers to be recognized he said to me with regret.

So I read with dismay the sentence, “”It’s little known to the throngs of tourists who gawp at the wonder of the Great Lakes but at the meeting point of Lake Huron and Lake Michigan, a combined system that forms the largest lake in the world, there is a 70-year-old pipeline, battered and dented by dropped boat anchors.

I knew about the pipeline I guess as it has been in the news for years.

But managed to forget it about but reading this article about all I can say it … what else can go wrong?

I remember back in the day when then Gov. Jim Blanchard, when the state was broke, looked into making Michigan a national nuclear waste site.

Someone pointed out that as the center of one of the world’s largest concentrations of freshwater, this wasn’t the best idea.

Maybe we can have that realization again.

As Mr. Milman writes, “The battle over this 70-year-old pipeline may drag on for several more years but the anxiety of the Great Lakes tribes won’t easily abate. At a recent protest event on the banks of Lake Michigan, called the Water is Life festival, banners reading “Protect the Great Lakes” and “We can’t drink oil” fluttered in the breeze of a waning summer as small knots of people gathered around a stage to listen to music and speeches.

“Anything manmade breaks, and that pipeline will break,” said Jannan Cornstalk, an Odawa woman who has organized this festival for the past five years. “And once it breaks, that’s it. Game over.”

PS – BTW the photo is the Mackinac Bridge. When it was built, David B. Steinman was appointed as the design engineer said there is a bridge that will last 100 years! That was in 1958 … tic tic itc

9.30.2023 – purpose remaining

purpose remaining
in the dark, clear from the mind
ever in the light

Of late watching the Congress of the United States, a Congress of Representatives that has been laid down in the Constitution of United States. a document that starts with the preamble:

We the People of the United States,

in Order to form a more perfect Union,

establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility,

provide for the common defense,

promote the general Welfare,

and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity

I am reminded of an odd bit of writing by TS Eliot in a play titled, The Cocktail Party.

One of the guests in the role of the Unidentified Guest, says,

There is certainly no purpose in remaining in the dark
Except long enough to clear from the mind
The illusion of having ever been in the light.

I just get the feeling that those folks in Congress enjoy being in the dark world they have imagined and created because it clears from their mind the illusion of ever being a part of the a Government that created a Constitution that called upon them, as Representatives of the people to work to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity.

They stay in their own dark, small world to clear their minds of any such illusion that they themselves were selected and elected to do any such thing.

Not much but I find it difficult to account for what is going with Congress in any other way.

9.29.2023 – I mean, you saw it

I mean, you saw it
if I knew the answer, it
wouldn’t have happened

When asked what happened in the game between the Detroit Lions and the Green Bay Packers on Thursday, September 28, 2023, Green Bay Head Coach, Matt LaFleur said:

I mean, you saw it.

We got our ass kicked.

If I knew, it wouldn’t have happened,” he said, clearly perturbed.

It wasn’t good enough.

They whipped us.

They manhandled us.

Again, if I knew the answer to that, it wouldn’t have happened.

Winston Churchill once said, “Short words are best and the old words when short are best of all.

I think Coach LeFleur would agree.

We got our ass kicked.

They whipped us.

As an addendum to that, I would like to add that old words, when short, are best of all when you can hear them for a second time.

So let me repeat what Coach LeFleur said:

I mean, you saw it.

We got our ass kicked.

If I knew, it wouldn’t have happened,” he said, clearly perturbed.

It wasn’t good enough.

They whipped us.

They manhandled us.

Again, if I knew the answer to that, it wouldn’t have happened.

Gosh but BOY HOWDY how much of life can we say that about?

But the Lions beat, handily, the Packers.

Pray do not mock me.

I am a very foolish fond old man, Threescore and upward, not an hour more nor less; And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind … but in the last 47 games against Green Bay, my team, the Detroit Lions, have won but 15 times.

Mitch Albom, in his column, referred to the “… the old ghosts of Lambeau.

They have now won 4 in a row against the Packers.

While the entire rest of the world seems to be going down the tubes, the Lions seem be on the the upswing.

I guess that adds up to the way it should be.

In 1959, the Chicago White Sox won their first pennant in 40 years.

After the game that clinched it for the White Sox was over, the Fire Chief of the City of Chicago turned on the Air Raid/Weather Alert sirens to celebrate which led most Sox fans to think that it figured that the SOX finally win and Russia drops the big one.

Right now the Lions haven’t won anything … yet.

But I hope I hear more coaches say, If I knew the answer to that, it wouldn’t have happened.