Every day when I wake up, before much time passes I grab the
Internet device and check the sports news in case anything really big happened
when was sleeping. The only the time that stood out to me over all the years I
did that was the day when ESPN.com told me future Hall of Fame Kansas City
Chiefs linebacker Derrick Thomas had died. He was still an active player at the
top of his profession. That was the first time until today. Minutes ago I
learned that one of the best young pitchers in baseball Jose Fernandez passed
away in a boating accident last night. His girlfriend was pregnant. He was 24
years old.
Many don’t know how suddenly life can torn away. Life taught
me that as a 17-year old. I think this has provided with extraordinary empathy
under these circumstances. I know what it feels like more than many. That is
why I try to stay positive and enjoy life as much as I can every single day.
After you are party to this kind of thing, that becomes one of the best ways to
move forward and stay alive. It takes time. Huge condolences to everybody who
knew the man Jose Fernandez. Condolences to baseball fans who watched him
pitch, but for way too short a period of time. Like a comet, burning bright and
flying through the sky, I wish you the best in your travel beyond. Peace
Operation 365 2 - Jefferson Jay - Originals – 276 “Bring
Your Best”
In this life, some of us are fortunate enough to do great
things. I like to believe, at one time or another, we all do great things.
Before I went to bed last night, I clicked on a little story about a man, Lee
Parker, and his friend, Ivan White, who saved lives by stumbling upon a
backpack bomb in my childhood state of New Jersey, moving it away from people
and alerting authorities. I was inspired and soon thereafter, started writing
this song that would be named upon completion, “Bring Your Best.”
I thought that was a very nice story, even though I only
read a short shrift one. I thought about how many not entirely emotionally
evolved people would judge these fellows. Maybe they would look down on them or
make some snide joke about homelessness or alcoholism. I believe we are all
great and capable of doing great things. I believe we are all equal and we are
all one. Look down on someone else and you are only looking down on yourself. I
skipped all that negativity stuff in my song, though and just focused on what
these guys did and how it relates to us and what we can do each day.
In a different field, Marlins pitcher Jose Fernandez brought
his best. Through a devastating elbow injury that cost him a year on the field
to his magnificent work at home in Miami, the 24-year old Fernandez understood
the meaning of “Bring Your Best.” It is with a heavy heart that I dedicate this
song to him today. Acknowledgments for Mrs. Parker and White for what they did
and how it can inspire everyone to lead by example, never be limited by your
circumstances and do you best to manifest greatness each day. We never know
when it will be our last. With out Lee Parker and Ivan White’s backpack
adventure, it may have been the last for many more. Thank you gentleman.
Operation 365 2 - Jefferson Jay - Words – 276 “Muttering Nonsense”
Sometimes, in the course of living life, there’s little left to do but mutter nonsense. Here, I exemplify that standard late on Saturday night. I believe I discuss the manliness of my current notebook and how we reflect upon each other. I misused basic devices and mumbled a bunch absurd and unfunny minutia. I hope you like it. It’s for you. With love.
Operation 365 2 - Jefferson Jay - Covers - 276 “The Carol of
the Bells” by Mykola Leontovich and Peter J. Wilhousky
Shout-outs to my Ukrainian homies, Mykola Leontovich and
Peter J. Wilhousky, on this here bell jam they busted. I’ve had fun singing
versions of this for ages. I do a mean one on the kiddie xylophone. C B C A | C
B C A | C B C A… Oh, I could ding it for hours. My glorious wife, Leanne and I,
heard here in the background shhshhing me as she tried to sleep, have a special
Colorado version of “The Carol of the Bells” for any time we travel on or near
Arapahoe Street, Road Avenue, or whatever it’s called near the lovely
metropolis of Denver. I won’t sing you that one, but I did sing you this one,
and if you ask me, that means you scored hard. Always appreciate the scoring.
You could be like the Yankees, shut out three days straight, or worse, even
have a problem that matters.
Shout-out
to my inspirational brother Wes Davis. Blessed enough to marry a Ukrainian gal,
today he turns forty. Happy Birthday. He said he it was, "weird having an
age that started with a four." I said, "Yeah, but you get used to
it."
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