GIDDY UP Y'ALL: DAY NINETY THREE WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

I have such an amazing, gentle, eye2eye connection with the creatures of the world. Due to my extensive moving lifestyle (22 houses 15 schools 32 countries etc...) I have encountered a wide variety of humans, but lack the confidence, maturity, and facing conflict skills, to successfully communicate and maintain quality relationships. With animals though there is an instinct, a voice, and a respect level that is established when I see them in nature or in a domestic setting. My voice changes, I make kissing noises, and my motherly demeanor/sense of humor comes out like the one when I see a bab/toddler. Very similar. Is it the non-verbal communication relationship that works so well?  I so have to improve my interpersonal skills with humans I know. Be more proactive, not hold back, and not care about hurting others. Both sides of my families don't deal well with conflict. I guess who does, but there are wonderful open accepting welcoming families out there that don't have so much drama, dwell on the past, and worry about what others think. At least I can be aware and have the desired willingness to overcome, but have to take the action by facing it when given the opportunity. Which I am not that good at. Back to the beauty of animals and love I so endure with them. Haven't owned any pets of my own (MINE), but so have a real connecting passion for them. Maybe since I tattooed some wolves on my forearms. Surely my senses (sight, hear, and smell) are quite excellent. I definitely have a dog in me. No doubt about that. In good and bad ways. Have wonderful instincts, I am a survivor, an explorer, a mysterious wanderer, a prowler/predator in life pursuing my passions and fighting off the distractions. I did horseback in the Bavarian forest one summer. A wonderful sunny misty day among the trees in Southern Germany near Immiling. The heart and pursuit of the animal, and how they maintain life is such an admirable fascination of mine. I thrive to educate myself more and more. Embrace my wildness. Get down and dirty. Understand nature and Her wildlife. Beautiful living gifts that breathe and strive just like me- RVB

SUNSHINE OH SUNSHINE: DAY NINETY TWO WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

The beauty of heat rays down upon your glistening skin filling you with unforgettable energy that lasts a lifetime can be so soothing and lovely if you can appreciate its abundance. I know that there is the holey O-Zone, Ultra-Violet Nonsense, and itchiness, but the strength of RA, the sunrise of Sol, and the He-Man shine from above is so powerful. What kind of relationship do you have with the Sun? Mine is surely a love-hate one since my sea-blue changing eyes of Buchanan are quite sensitive and my skin enjoys being soft and cool. The Sun comes along on a blue moon and gets me good. Freckles me up winged-style on my shoulders as I passed out on the beaches of Turtle Bay on the North Shore of Hawaii. The rays flicker in my mind and tremble my temples with an occasional migraine, wincing me through the day, and pounding me along the path of pain. Then there are the deep down days of sunshine sharing for the sake of others, reaching beyond, and enjoying the Light of Life bringing others up, lifting them in hopeful ways, guiding, advising, listening, and teaching. Spread those wings, open up, and let what is within you, roar about with fire, and create all that you are capable of DOING, and take action forward. So so so believe in your mind, don't limit yourself, explore, and find a way to enjoy being free in all that you pursue and celebrate. That's right, so right with vigor. Thanks- rvb

WHY ME? DAY NINETY ONE WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

WHY NOT? Heaheheha Life gives us wonderful and awful challenges that we have the power to face or avoid that mold our characters and build us up or drags us down. It is what we overcome that creates who we are and how we deal with all that we pursue. What kind of drive do you possess? How do you utilize all your resources? What kind of cards have you been dealt? What have you discarded and what have you gained in the process of progression throughout your journey? Do you play a victim? Are you proactive? What style do you possess of dealing with hardship and conflict? Do you ever dwell on WHY ME? How come this happened to me this way at this time in my life? Do your best to focus on the NOW. Do what you can do during this moment in time. I have a tendency to dwell on the future or mope on the guilt of not doing something NOW that I started THEN. It shouldn't be WHY ME but HOW NOW? right?- RVB

SHARE YOUR JOY: DAY NINETY WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

There is something that brings me so much joy when I provide myself with the joy to share my joy with some one that is willing to accept and celebrate my joy. What joys do I have in store to share? A smile, a hello, a wink, a laugh, advice, a story, a song, or even a pat on the back or a supportive hand or a handshake. What can you do in your day to bring more joy to you and others that surround you? How do you spread your joy? Do you live a joy-filled life? What kind of joy can fill this world to bring it to a more peaceful world? Life can be so much more peaceful if you stride and thrive through its surrounding inhabitants with a joyful mind and a calmness sense of peace and pillowy movement. LetGo LetBe RejoiceFreely OpenTheEyes&Ears WaterDownYourDrynessSoul. BelieveInYourMastery- RVB

MUSICAL BLISS: DAY EIGHTY NINE WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

I was so blessed to be brought up by loving and sharing parents that enjoyed a wide variety of wonderful celebrating music. There were records, singing, radio blasting in cars singing along with the windows down. I have always had a curious interest in the creation of music, the history of its progress, and how it's sounds affect the soul of the listener. I never studied music, can't read notes, but sure play a mean harmonica, can explore the 88 ivory keys of a piano, and have a banjo in my room that awaits my attention. Boy how music soothes the mind, brings motivation to my day, and uplifts my energy to keep learning more and more. In 2003 I even wrote a movie about progression of American music through time and how one man can discover its beauty traveling on the road listening and learning with a determined musical mind. What is on your TOP TEN list of songs, artists, and bands? How many live concerts have your eyes witnessed? Which music touches you most? I really desire to have music part of my life. I have to bring it back somehow in my daily life. I have to get an I-Phone or something with an "i" in it so I can have music on my person. There is something about an instrument solo or an artist exploring his/her range of voice that really gets me good. Its such an inspiration to hear an artist reveal their gifts to the world with their music. If you have musical gifts please DO YOUR BEST to tap into your true potential, sing out loud, join a choir, create a band, practice your instrument, do what it takes to enjoy the beauty of musical bliss. LETS GET ROCKIN!- rvb

PRESSURE PRESSURE: DAY EIGHTY EIGHT WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

Within a day where ever you may be there are so many options of what one puts their energy towards. You can go there this way and do that, or you can decide not to do that and do this instead that way, or even you can do this and that, while doing that and this and at the same time be preparing for all that lies ahead. Time management is a huge challenge for many of US. Yes me people I truly struggle with focusing and prioritizing my time in a self-worthy manner where I feel completely satisfied and fulfilled. With time management follows also what you spend your time doing, how you do it, and if/when you accomplish what you start. This is an even bigger and frustrating task for me as I am a wonderful starter, but horrific finisher. With this type of talk discussing frustration and something horrible I truly put a lot of pressure on myself which causes a lot of self-guilt which results in bringing me down, and eventually disables my motivation and energy TO DO. I live a roller coaster life that is getting quite old. Like a Coney Island roller coaster, Collosus at Magic Mountain. My time is way over due to hone in on my craft and choose what ever path I decide to go forth on. Follow my passions (PICK ONE or can I do it ALL?) in music sports & film and celebrate my potential and gifts. If I choose the path of international development cultural center creator which involves all my passions, will my self pressure decrease and allow me to be more confident with myself? Will I be more peaceful and comfortable with my visionary path? What do I have to do to start this vision? Will changing my living environment, getting a car, and being on my own be a good start? Is this BIG DREAMING PICTURE world for me? Can I a surrender to the Maum Meditation life and live a secluded life in peace with them and ONE/TRUE with the UNIVERSE. Its a true struggle for me; energy, motivation, past guilt of feeling failure of not following through,. perspective, diet, daily living environment, the travel grind, instability, insecurity, DO I HAVE TO LET IT ALL GO TO BE LET FREE.... as I get older the pressure continues YES, I have made peace with somethings but pursuing this film project I feel I am living the same way in a sense...not working at anything major...can I follow through with this....I have committed and vowed YES to create a FINAL PRODUCT.....will I allow my distractions once again to prevail...can I afford to do that again? In the life and mind of RVB.....have to get serious soon....will I make it in enough time? Its a must..I will...Love2You- RVB

FRESHIN UP: DAY EIGHTY SEVEN WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

If there wasn't the beautiful Sierra Nevada Mountains in my state of California I would be living in a desert here in the County of Los Angeles. I have lived in Southern California mostly all my life. Was born at the beach, then up in the mountains, then back to the beach, then up to LA, down to La Jolla, back to LA, then up to San Francisco for school, finished uni in San Diego, then to San Jose to begin real work, back to LA, down to the beach, and now in the beautiful town of Alhambra in the San Gabriel Valley. California is a DRY state, recently slight humidity has arrived, but nothing compared to the Southern states of Georgia, Louisiana or Texas. I would describe myself as a sensitive guy. If you know me well enough I can be very finicky at times, unpredictable, and sometimes irrational. Like my mama, I don't deal with the heat well. Ideal day 70s with slight sea breeze, sunny, but not too bright for my sea-blue eyes and racing-all-over-the-place mind. I would describe myself as a MOIST GUY, meaning always enjoy feeling fresh; water in hair, lotioned up, long showers, and  staying hydrated. I am not a metrosexual guy who has to always look good, feel good, and worries about what others think of me. I  am just more comfortable and at peace with myself if I feel cool (literally). Don't get me wrong I like to look good/presentable, and feel the part, but deep down respect my body. It's sacred for sure, I treat it with honor. I gave up smoking years ago (May 13th 1995), I have been sober for 4+ years (February 18 2008 no booze or drugs not even aspirin) and have been a vegan for close to 6 months. This lifestyle allows my body to be fed with pure fresh elements giving my body a great flow from head to toe. It provides me with a  sense of goodness & newness that I oh so desire to pursue. I do my best to be good to me in order to maintain a well balanced peace of mind so I can be good to others. I believe its a beautiful way of thinking and living in order to live to my full potential. In order to love others you must love yourself. Am I at my full potential... not even close. What is my full potential= Sharing my gifts at the best of my ability for the sake of others, Always room for improvement y all- RVB

SEVEN GOALS IN ONE QUARTER: DAY EIGHTY SIX WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

When I was growing my biggest competitor besides myself was my brother for the few years when we used to play together. He never let me win, he pushed my buttons to the max, and always found a way to piss me off big time. It was mostly due to my inner frustrations, living an unbalanced life, and my inner struggle of not enjoying to lose or being teased. It was a short time in our lives, where we would play baseball and soccer together, fight like hell and usually end up with me throwing a fit and cussing him out at the age of 4-6. I had a filthy mouth early with a determined competitive edge to follow which was taught by my brother Patrick not letting me win. We had natural athletic ability and desire to win that aid down a wonderful foundation of aggressive play that would follow me all the way through my athletic career. Even though I was bigger than most the kids my age, I also didn't have any fear of ruffling feathers with anyone. The times mentioned above were spent in the San Bernardino Mountains in the town of Lake Arrowhead where my papa ran the local high school, but as we were forced off the mountain to the seaside town of Newport Beach, I continued my athletic play. I was six years old, it was the fall time, and I was placed on a co-ed (boys&girls) soccer team playing center forward. As the whistle started the beginning of the game I was tapped in, in the zone, on a terror to compete, all that past aggression, losing to my my brother (three years older) was left on the field. I was a dribbling and scoring machine. UNSTOPPABLE. As I shot time and time again past the opponents goalkeeper I could hear the parents of both sides get restless. My mom would later tell me that they were complaining to her, "YOUR SON IS TOO BIG, TOO FAST, SCORING TOO MUCH..." all she could say was that I was the same age as all their kids...Goal after goal after goal was scored and the players on my team were excited to have me on their team as their leader, but as always in youth sports parents can ruin your glory. By the end of the first quarter I scored seven goals and my coach told me that it was enough and stuck me back in the goal. In the goal is where I stayed  for my futbol/soccer career where I became a force of nature, an all star, and instead of letting out my anger on goal keepers, I would ferociously come out and take out our opponents forwards and midfielders defending OUR GOAL. So you never know where you will end up in life, so do your best to enjoy your EVERYDAY GLORY UNDER THE SUN- RVB

WAKING UP: DAY EIGHTY FIVE WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

Ideally for the sake of our flowing bodies we should be living what I call within the farmer's lifestyle/cycle; up before dawn near 4-5am and then in bed close to 7-8pm, since our bodies and its precious organs maintain this ongoing cycle around the life of the SUN. Unfortunately US humans rarely utilize this ideal situation as WE stay up too late, indulge in midnight snacking or partying, and/or just live a life outside these parameters. Little do we know that certain times of the day specific organs are doing their thing fighting through the confines of their own living environment as US humans are feeding them excess poisons, not getting enough sleep, and living an unbalanced erratic lifestyle that throws the whole cycle in disarray. What kind of life style do you lead? Heavy or Light Sleeper? Early Morning or Late Morning/Mid Day Riser? Are you in control of your metabolism? Are you aware what your metabolism does and the things you can do to enter into its world? A good majority of US humans especially here in the USA live a "GOING WITH THE FLOW" way of life where we eat what we want to eat at whatever time we want, exercise is possibly a monthly task, water is unseen, and sleep deprivation is all over the place. With processed diets, stressing judgment, and obesity on the rise, if we can't get in control of the health of OUR nation and have a desired understanding of transforming/overcoming this horrific reality, we are in store for a scary future filled with sluggish productivity, high medical expenses, and a truly sick nation. We must start in the homes, in our schools, and within the grassroots communities allowing people to realize the damage they are doing to our youth and young people with all these processed foods and sodas. Exercise and water are a must, and we must educate people about the importance of essential nutrition and how easy it can be to introduce them into the daily lifestyle. I am truly fed up with OBESITY all over this nation. People have to stop giving up on themselves and begin caring about their health. Set an example for our youth and desire change. It's not fair when young babies and toddlers begin looking like their parents since they are being fed soda and chips by the age of five. Is this child abuse? It should be since these parents aren't giving their children any hope of living a healthy lifestyle, giving them food that is abusing their bodies. It's ignorance, laziness, deprivation, disrespect, and wrong. We also have to blame the big corporations who manufacture this food. The ingredients that are put into making them are disgusting causing our nation to rise and crash, feel sluggish and depressed, get hooked on the feel good taste cravings, and really bring down the motivating energy work ethic as a whole. If you eat crap, you are going to feel like crap (YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT) and if you feel like crap you are going to work like crap or not feel like working at all. So if our nation desires to get off the couch and start feeling good about itself once again we have to focus on the health of communities and the diet cycle that is the energy force moving forward- RVB

EXPLORATION the MOVIE: DAY EIGHTY FOUR WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

EXPLORATION
In New York City during the 1930’s lives the energy of late-night jazz celebrations and up and coming fighters striving to contract a bout for “Friday Night Fights” at Madison Square Garden. Charles Butch Hart (BUTCH), 6 years old Irish-Italian is being raised single handedly by his mother, Maria (singer) in Brooklyn since his father Michael John Hart (Irish boxer/band leader) has mysteriously disappeared. Maria struggles to make ends meet by engaging in midnight jazz gigs at the black-owned nightclub, Pop Pops, in the heart of segregated Harlem. Butch is entertained by regulars of the club and normally sits with Louise and Ronnie Savoy who come watch their husband/father, Miles, play trumpet with the Midnight Harmony Band. On Thanksgiving Night (1936), two Thugs enter the establishment and tragically assassinate Maria and Pop Pop. Butch is all alone with no parents to watch over him. What is he supposed do now? How will he survive and progress?  All Butch knows about his family is his father has a sister named Claire and his mother is Italian. Miles Savoy always promised Maria that if anything happened to her that he would take care of Butch like one of his own. Butch courageously decides not to give up and dedicates the next seven years of his life to becoming the youngest band leader Harlem has ever seen. At the age of thirteen he decides to hit the road following his mother’s advice: of taking risks, exploring the world, and making an impact upon those he meets. Butch travels to places in time where music is either established and/or developing.
On the road Butch travels south on the train to New Orleans where he is introduced to Bebop and gospel, learns to tap dance, and play the piano. From there he becomes a ranch hand on a Texas ranch in the 50’s, enjoying the life of a cowboy and picking up the banjo. After a spiritual experience on the Navajo Reservation he finally makes it out west to Los Angeles in the 60's to become a band manager with his London love, Loretta, as they compete in the Battle of the Bands at the Hollywood Bowl.
Throughout his struggles and adventures Butch is constantly keeping correspondence with his Harlem brother that is trying to provide him with uplifting news about Butch’s family. Aunt Claire, an old Irish hippie, is finally discovered in San Francisco where she explains to Butch detailed stories about his parents, the rumors about his father, and the existence of his Uncle Pat, waiting for his arrival in Ireland. The journey continues as Loretta takes Butch to London. They indulge themselves in the punk movement of 70’s by opening up a small clothing boutique on the infamous Kings Road in Chelsea. After feuding over money and Loretta’s drug use, Butch ends the relationship and sails to Ireland alone to meet up with his uncle and a local Irish traditional band.
In Ireland Butch learns that his father was part of the largest prison break in Ireland and that he might be still alive. Butch fights an exhibition bout in his father’s old boxing gym and is surprised by Ronnie Savoy who has arranged a tribute concert in honor of Butch back home at Pop Pop’s (now a hip hop joint) in Harlem where he promised to return 40 years earlier.
In New York Butch is welcomed home by new Pop Pop’s owner, Clive Jones (CJ). CJ leads Butch through the front entrance for the first time of his life where he immediately feels at home. The tribute concert begins with an intense rap song where onstage performers and some of Butch’s crazy antics entertain the crowd. He continues the show by singing a beautiful jazz song (w/tap), a funny country tune (w/banjo/harmonica), and ending the night with his written song, Exploration. CJ comes on stage and thanks everyone involved in the planning of the event.  A red boxing robe is presented to Butch as a gift while many of his old friends erupt with joy and praise.
Butch is finally reunited with his father as they take a needed trip to Flushing Cemetery in Queens where Maria Ann Maggi Hart lays in peace next to Louis Armstrong and his wife Lucille. The incompleteness is finally put to rest as father and son are together once again as a family. A slide show of Butch's life seen through his camera is shown chronologically accompanied by all the celebrated songs throughout the movie.�

WAY OUT WEST: DAY EIGHTY THREE WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

WAY OUT WEST: The Land of Opportunity
Gather up all your belongings.
Only take what you need.
Your wagon wheels might get broken.
Decide what road you’d be taken.
Will it be through the mountains, the prairie lands or the desert sand?
No matter where you go it will be rugged, a struggle through thick and thin.
Knowing it’s for the best, once you reach out towards the west.
The surf, sand and Hollywood, success stories lie ahead.
A fresh new beginning, settling down your life of dreams.
Take advantage of the environment.
The land of the free.
Establish a strong foundation.
Make sure you keep your motivation, through reliable creation and your wondering imagination.
Try to be patient and prosper by discovery.
The gold, fame and fortune, its all there for you.
Don’t get all caught up with the greed and ongoing politics.
There’s room for improvement with the deepest type of respect.
Don’t forget where you come from. It has made who you are.
So pick up your six gun shooter and defend your hopes and dreams.
You’ll be so amazed with what waits Way Out West.

The Western Struggle
The Western Battle
The Western Winds
The Western Sins

The Western Movies
The Western Opportunities
The Western Celebration
The Western Exploration

Once you have landed.
Where do you want to be?
The high Sierra Mountains or beaches by the sea? 
You can surf and ski in the same day.
A unique place to dwell.
Sunny days filled with warmth.
Nights are oh so swell.
Sunsets to die for, clear skies of blue.
So does this sound like a place you want to call home?
I have been here since day one…definitely not alone.
When you make that decision.
Make sure you ring for me.
Since I’ll be the first one running with open arms and creativity.
There is so much to see and do, but remember it is up to you.
You must take that first step in coming out here Way Out West.

The Western Frontier
The Western Piers
The Western Waves
The Western Craze

The Western Possibilities
The Western Humanity
The Western Trees
The Western Breeze

Strive towards the water. It will complete you. Pick up and start you conquest as you head Way Out West.�

CONNECTED JAPANESE: DAY EIGHTY TWO WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

2002 World Cup
Connected Japanese
Tokyo, Japan
Germany vs. Ireland (Wednesday, June 5, 2002 Kashima Stadium 35,854)
Argentina vs. Sweden (Wednesday, June 12, 2002 Miyagi Stadium 45,777)
Brazil vs. Belgium (Monday, June 17, 2002 Kobe Wing Stadium 40,440)
May 30th-June 30th

Through my travels all over the world I have concluded that the most highly anticipated watched sporting tournament by far is the FIFA World Cup that takes place every four years. Since 1930, when the tournament started in Uruguay, there have been 17 World Cups with 7 different champions (Brazil: 1958,1962,1970,1994, 2002) (Italy:1934,1938, 1982) (West Germany: 1954,1974,1990), (Uruguay:1930,1950) (Argentina: 1978, 1986), (England: 1966) that have competed in 16 different host countries. Each year committed fans in most every major city in the world follow religiously the game of futbol, or as it is called in North America and Australia, soccer. I have fond memories dating back to the 1990 World Cup in Roma where West Germany beat defending champions Maradona and the Argentines. In 1994 the games were on my home soil here in the US as I partied in Club Med in Cancun Mexico with Brazilians whose team won in a shootout against Italy. During the 1998 World Cup French campaign I was backpacking in Europe and made my way to Paris to catch a France v. Saudi Arabia match outside Stade de France. I have always desired to make it inside the stadium for a match when the world stops and turns its attention for 31 days to cheer on their national team, in hope that they will become the next World Cup Champion.
In 2002 the tournament was held for the first time in Asia and hosted by two different countries. Japan and South Korea surely provided a hospitable place for the world to witness world class futbol. It was the first time in my life where I transferred money into a stranger’s account in Australia in order to obtain a first round ticket via Ebay. For two weeks I was staying with my Japanese friend Takahiro “Elvis” Sato in his Kajima Corporation dormitory in the Tokyo metropolitan section of Kiba. During the week he worked all day and provided me a motorized scooter to tour the city where I got lost and explored the back streets of the overpopulated area. During my stay I planned to go to some World Cup matches and explore Japan a little more as it was five years since my last visit in 1997 to Osaka and Kobe. The country was buzzing with futbol energy as people from all over the world flocked to Japan to cheer on their team.
The first match I was able to attend was between Germany and Ireland. It took place in the city of Ibaraki, Japan at the Kashima Soccer Stadium (41.800 seats) 150km NE of Tokyo. I boarded a packed train with a bunch of Irish painted dressed up fans that were determined to march into the stadium and see a spectacular game of futbol. I was wearing my 1994 Irish World Cup shirt and sat with a crowd of 38,854 cheering fans to watch an unbelievable 1st round match.  Germany was first to draw blood in the 19th minute as forward Miroslav Klose scored his first goal of five in the tournament as Germany had 1-0 lead into extra time. At the 92+ minute of play close to the end of regulation, the Irish found a way to score as Robbie Keane tied the Germans with a remarkable close to the net lashing goal off the post (only goal scored against the Germans until the final) giving the Irish an important point providing them with momentum moving forward into the tournament. The stadium erupted. It wasn’t Irish folks I hugged and celebrated with, but loyal Japanese fans that were all dressed up in Irish colors filled with great happiness and pride to be witnessing such a great match between two hard working teams.
As the tournament continued I desired to see the struggling Argentina team that faced elimination against the Swedes in Miyagi Stadium (49,133 seats). With the help of my Argentine friend back home, Paola Chiappolone, she was able to assist me in purchasing a ticket from the broker Razor Gator who always sets up local offices at major world championships. Once again the excitement and anticipation of every kick, pass, and shot on goal was taken in by the roaring crowds. Both teams of Sweden and Argentina showed their pride with on going non-stop songs and flowing flags. Since it was a must win for Argentina to continue in the tournament. The energy and play on the field was fierce. Argentina had control of the ball on Sweden’s side the majority of the match, but time and time again they would center the ball in the middle and have no players to connect with in front of the goal. Going into the second half the score was tied 0-0 as the play became more and more aggressive, and frustrating for the Argentine team.
Momentum quickly changed in the 59th minute of play when midfielder Anders Svensson of Sweden found the back of the net from 30m out with an unbelievable striking free kick curling over the wall towards the left of Argentine goalie Pablo Cavallero giving the Swedes the lead. It was then desperation time for Argentina as they struggled to match up against Sweden’s tough defense, but in the 88th minute of play the Argentines finally got a break as Sweden’s Mattias Jonson was called in the box for taking down Ariel Ortega. Ortega lined up for the penalty kick and was denied by Magnus Hedman on his left. As the blocked ball was ricocheted back into play, Hernan Crespo followed up with an explosive shot giving Argentina a 1-1 tie. During the next six minutes Argentina had their chances as they had two corner kicks and a last minute shot from the top left corner of the box by Claudio Lopez that side netted. As time ran out, so did the hope of the Argentine team that put up a strong fight to stay alive, but were knocked out by Sweden who qualified for the next round. Even the defending champions France failed to qualify by not even scoring one goal during their run here in the 2002 World Cup.
    This is a tournament where each team must prepare, strategize, and execute as a unified team in order to be successful. In the first round Brazil went up against Turkey (2-1), China (4-1), and Costa Rica (5-2), where they easily breezed through and prepared for the 2nd round. Brazil faced Belgium for the first game of the 2nd round giving me the opportunity to land a $250.00 seat from Razor Gator once again. I was off to Kobe Wing Stadium (41, 122 seats) to take in a great game of futbol played by the Brazilians and their “Three R’s” (Ronaldo, Rivaldo, Ronaldinho). In the first half, right out of the gate Belgium put up a mean fight forcing great saves out of the Brazilian goalie Marcos. Brazil went on the attack with many missed shots and crosses, as the Belgium defense stood their ground. In the 44th minute Ronaldhino maneuverd his way through the box sending a shot from close range that was deflected by De Vlieger arms. Roberto Carlos sliced through to re-center, but connected with no one. Both teams went into halftime planning to re-adjust to the 0-0 tie.  Aggressive play continued into the second half of play as the fierce competitive teams battled it out on both sides of the pitch. Finally during a Brazilian attack in the 67th minute, Rivaldo took a ball on his chest at the edge of the box, juggled it once with his back to the goal, turned around, and sent a rocket with his left that took a slight deflection, but fired past De Vlieger that never saw it coming giving Brazil a 1-0 lead. Futbol is a game of utilizing the whole field with finesse, speed, and team work. Brazil found the way to win together with crisp passes, thorough explosive runs, and superb team play. They would add another goal in the 87 minute by Ronaldo (5th of the tournament) to go ahead victorious 2-0. Brazil had all the tools to win and was the team to beat. After the game, little did I know that I would be stranded in the rain in a wheelchair for 8 hours taking shelter outside a police station at the Kobe main train station since there were no more trains back to Tokyo until the morning?
I had the unbelievable opportunity to witness games on the world’s most glorified stage by the two teams, Brazil and Germany, which would later meet in the World Cup Final (Brazil 2 Germany 0). It will be a memory that will be instilled with me forever. The celebration of sport and tradition where its supporters can come together as a country, and take pride in their team as ONE,  is shown so highly throughout the World Cup. It’s a time where the most played sport in the world is in the spotlight, and allows the spectators to enjoy the sites and sounds of great futbol play by the best footballers around, showing everyone who watches what it takes to be a champion. �

IL DONO: DAY EIGHTY ONE WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

IL DONO (The Gift)
(in Italiano)
    Every soul that walks the Earth is completely unique from all the others. The discovery of this uniqueness within the individual is a difficult task. It takes much self-evaluation and dedication to truly understand its power, possibly a lifetime. In a religious, little Italian sea town, middle-aged Verace, works for a local wine maker, assisting him and his family during the harvest process. Within the town everyone knows each other and has very strict moral expectations of its citizens. Widowers walk around in black as the priests stroll the streets blessing people.
Verace, who is single and adored by the towns women, is beautifully shy and keeps himself locked up in his house. During the late evening hours he secretly works by candlelight in his upstairs attic, as people outside curiously wonder what goes on inside. The house is heavily locked as Verace makes sure no one is around when he goes to work. One late night the winemaker’s daughter follows Verace home and tries to see what he is doing inside. He discovers her curiosity and quickly questions her presence near his home. He demands that she leave, but she will not since she desires to know what secret lies in his attic. He gets frustrated with her and retreats back to his house.
The next day is the annual harvest celebration where everyone in the town arrives to the vineyard to participate in the stomping of the grapes ceremony. During the party Verace spots the wine maker’s daughter leaving the vineyard. He decides to follow her as she breaks into this house to find holy candles upstairs in his workspace. His secret is out, revealing his gift of painting and sculpting. She questions why he doesn’t share his talents with the world. He explains that both of his parents were artists and they were killed over their work. They spend the night together discussing plans of the man coming out and displaying his work. They cry and make love all night.
In the early morning the winemaker’s daughter is seen leaving Verace’s house disheveled. She arrives at the vineyard and is met by her angry father that demands she tell him where she has been all night. She shares with her father all the truthful details and when she mentions about making passionate love he pulls out his pistol and shoots her dead. Verace arrives as his boss stands over his dead daughter. Verace immediately retreats back to his house where he prepares a noose from the ceiling and hangs himself. A few minutes later the winemaker and his comrades appear and discover Verace and all his beautiful artwork. A town funeral is held as both bodies are sent out to sea along with Verace’s art. A talent never shared is a lost gift depriving the world of its grace and beauty. �

KEEP MACKIN: DAY EIGHTY WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

KEEP MACKIN'
There are all types of foods, from all over the world.
Are you a salty or sugary tooth type of hungry cat that eats at midnight?
Or do you eat three meals a day, a breakfast, lunch and dinner routine that your mama forces you to do?
I am that impatient one that eats it all up so fast.
Trying all kinds from Japanese, Chinese, Vietnamese, Taiwanese, Italian, Caribbean, and even the Southern Cajun home cooked meal that makes my eyes go wild with satisfaction guaranteed.
When the munchies creep up, grab your hat and your needy stomach while you go out and….

Keep Mackin
Face the hunger and …
Keep Mackin
Cook up a storm and…
Keep Mackin
Follow your taste buds and…
Keep Mackin
Try on a bib and…
Keep Mackin
Fill your face and…
Keep Mackin
Gobble it up and…
Keep Mackin
Lick your fingers and…
Keep Mackin
Smile and swallow as you…
Keep Mackin

Sometimes your hunger takes over and leads you completely under, not allowing you to think clearly.
What shall you do?
Are there foods that make you do what is necessary to do what you have to do?
Or is it how it’s prepared?
 It could be baked, broiled, fried, breaded, or even boiled, grilled, and charbroiled, but it’s up to you to speak up and order what your hunger desires.
How shall it be?
What makes you satisfied?
Are you picky or easy?
Hell go ahead boy with passion and…

Keep Mackin
Face the hunger and …
Keep Mackin
Cook up a storm and…
Keep Mackin
Follow your taste buds and…
Keep Mackin
Try on a bib and…
Keep Mackin
Fill your face and…
Keep Mackin
Gobble it up and…
Keep Mackin
Lick your fingers and…
Keep Mackin
Smile and swallow as you…
Keep Mackin

LAST SECOND TROJAN BEAR POOL BATTLE: DAY SEVENTY NINE WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

2006 NCAA Men’s Water Polo Championships
“Last Second Trojan Bear Pool Battle”
University of California Golden Bears 7 vs. University of Southern California Trojans 6 
Campus of Loyola Marymount University- Burns Recreation and Aquatics Center
Westchester, California
Attendance: 2,723

When people discuss the most intensive, painful, and most challenging sport to the human body, many talk about Super motor cross or triathlons, but in the discussion I strongly believe the egg beating, treading water, head dunking, and secret scratching/kicking sport of water polo should and must be added to the conversation. Most people don’t understand the early morning work outs and constant endurance test that these athletes endure during their training in order to stay competitive. People always laugh about how water polo players look with their little caps, and skimpy Speedos. This is a sport that is constantly forcing its competitors to move and explode while defending their goal in order to succeed within the match. Try to tread water and get your hands up high at the same time. These men and women who take the challenge and compete in water polo are athletes that have courage and stamina. On the top of the water one may see bobbing heads and flaying arms, but down below under the surface is a whole other spectacle. There is tugging with tension, pulling and prying, with non-stop under water attacks. During the 1956 Melbourne Olympics the “Blood in the Water” match between Hungary and the USSR the whole pool was left dark red-purple due to the intensity and aggressive play between the two hungry teams that played out against the background of the 1956 Hungarian Revolution that saw the Hungarians defeat the Russians 4-0. And on top of all this, water polo players have to be exceptional swimmers in order to get up and down the pool. Compared to basketball there are fast breaks, swift passes, and violent play in the middle, but you are engulfed in a pool using your whole body to stay alive. Go catch a game sometime at your local community center and try to imagine what goes on down below the water that keeps a water polo player afloat. There are some pools that have under water views that allow its spectators to see where the real battle takes place during a water polo competition. Settle the score with yourself and visualize being in the pool as a powerful hole man taking shots at 2m or being a goalie exploding out of the water to defend, and maybe you can understand a little better the demanding struggle of water polo.

When I was young I had the fortunate opportunity to be around the sport as my brother was an All-American player during his high school years. I would attend his games and enjoy the intense focus under the lights during a night game with the on going whistle blowing of the referees with their controlling ejecting flags, and the shouting parents yelling encouragements and disapprovals of the referee’s calls. Since those years I then saw my all CIF cousin who was a superb goalie and lead her team to many successful seasons defending in the net. During the fall of 2006 I was reading the Sports Section of Los Angeles Times on Saturday and discovered that the NCAA Men’s Championships were in town being held on the campus of Loyola Marymount (the school where my brother over a decade earlier finished his water polo career) at the Burns Recreation and Aquatics Center. On Sunday morning I found myself at the venue paying $21.00 for admission and witnessing two matches; 3^rd place game (UCSD Tridents v. Navy Midshipmen) and championship game (University of Southern California Trojans vs. University of California Golden Bears). The first game was somewhat competitive, but in the end UCSD manhandled the Navy boys and came out victorious 12-8. The next match up will be one that will be talked about for a long, long time in the water polo world.

The SC Trojans came into the contest with an overall record of 26-1, as the Cal Bears posted a record of 30-4. Both these teams have faced each other four times this season with SC taking the first three (10-7, 6-5, 10-9) while Cal won the MPSF title game (6-5). One day earlier the 2^nd ranked Trojans’ football team was upset by their unranked cross-town rival UCLA at the Rose Bowl and the bitter changing season defeat could still be heard and felt in the air around the stands. There was a definite championship feeling amongst the crowd, as SC even brought cheerleaders and a small section of their band to support their water polo players. Who would have ever believed what would happen during the next four quarters of play during the NCAA Men’s Water Polo Championships.

During the first quarter, both teams battled it out playing smart getting a feel of each other on both ends of the pool. USC scored first as Juan Delgadillo fired a shot past Mark Sheredy at 4:16, but Cal’s Brian Bacharach responded with a goal with 2:48 remaining. The Trojans then decided to pressure Cal more in the second quarter and was able to score three more goals. Two of the goals came off penalty shots (Delgadillo 2:39, Sarusi 1:59), and the other with an extra man (Corcoran 6:58). Cal’s Brian Bacharach (5:40) connected with a goal bringing both teams out of the pool with a 4-2 halftime score.

The Bears jumped into the pool biting and crawling in the second half as they pulled off 4 unanswered goals lifting their lead to 6-4 with 4:30 remaining in regulation. The Trojans of course did not go away. J.W Krumpholz cut the lead to 6-5 when he scored at 2:40. During all the excitement and emotions the Cal’s coach, Kirk Everist was ejected leaving assistant coach, Boyd Lachance at the helm. During the last minute, the play got extremely intense as both goalies came up with some amazing saves. With a three extra man advantage, the Trojans drove down in the pool and threw a shot off the post with less than 4 seconds to go. The Trojans then moved the ball to the weak side as Thomas Hale received a pass and found an opening past Sheredy diving to his left with 1.78 seconds left on the clock. Cal calls time out. The SC fans went crazy with the band overdoing it once again playing the all-day on-going same fight song…Por Favor! Everyone around me began discussing the rules of overtime. “It ain’t over till it is over,” said Yankee legend Yogi Berra. As the time out ended, the place stood at a dead silence. Heads were bobbing in the water, as the athletes weren’t fully focused once the referee blew his whistle to start play. Spencer Warden took the entry pass, made one simple toss to Jeff Tyrrell on top of the key. Tyrell launched a
last-second-desperation-rocket-shot 10 meters away that was deflected by Trojan defender Pavol Valovic, finding the  back of the net past Trojans goalie, Adam Schilling. It was unreal, but felt so amazing to witness. The Cal team and staff embraced and dove into the pool in complete excitement as the USC Trojans and its coaching staff possessed a sickening shock of, “What just happened?” No more USC band and screaming cheerleaders as the Cal Bears won their 12^th national championship, and showed us spectators that the desire to win and stay focused is what it takes to be a champion.

DISCOVER THE WAY: DAY SEVENTY EIGHT WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

DISCOVER THE WAY- As You Wish

There’s a special path for everyone. 

One must take the lead with force and focus. 

The direction will be created by the imagination and the production of its on goers. 

No one will ever just go straight, since there will be bumps and bruises along the way. 

Preparation is the key, along with dedication and initiation to take charge. 

Time will be difficult and times will be grand, but try not to look back with a closed hand. 

Understand what is important for you and the people you love, so that you can experience what it feels like above the doves. 

Soar high, erupt from below. 

Believe with what you got and sometimes try to let go. 

Others can guide you to the light, but when it comes down to it, it’s all within your might. 

Take advantage of the reality in front of your face. Don’t forget to pay, as you strive to the Discover the Way.

Prepare…Prioritize… Optimize.

Detect…Dedicate… Create.

Soothe…Sway…Fillet.

Discover     the     Way.

There will be things that bring you down. 

Try your best not to stoop to low. 

Sleep and food are a must, as your energy controls your destiny. 

How far are you willing to go? 

Will you eat that escargot in Monte Carlo? HAHAHAHA.  

The options are endless, both good and bad. 

I just hope you won’t be too sad. 

Emotions can create so much, but without them we would be so fucked. 

We would be lost and confused, wondering how to be amused.  

Laughing and smiling it all away, as we struggle together to Discover the Way.

Try…Taunt…Flaunt.

How…Hi…Why.

Advance… Array… Today.

Discover     the       Way.

GATEWAY: DAY SEVENTY SEVEN WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

GATEWAY
During the teenage years many young kids do their best to survive the temptation of drug use. Due to curiosity and peer pressure many of our youth lose the battle and begin their habits with the gateway drug of cigarettes. In Huntington Beach, California during the 70s, a young brotherhood of five (four boys and one girl) long-haired skateboarders were living the beach life of experimentation and free living. They occasionally ditched school to go to the beach to drink canned beer, smoke cigarettes, and use marijuana. They became acquaintances of a group of old Cuban men that would invite them over to their beach house to play cards and party. One day the brotherhood arrives to the beach house to buy a bag of reefer and explains to them that they are planning a road trip up north to Humboldt to score some of the summer harvest. The Cuban men stop their card game since they are interested in buying a large amount. One of the brothers sits down and starts discussing business. They come up with an agreement as all the brothers join in on the card game.
A few weeks later the brothers load their belongings in their microbus VW van and head up the coast. In Humboldt the brotherhood is escorted to a mountain forest cabin with high security. Only one of the brothers is allowed in the compound to buy product. Inside there are rooms filled with indoor growing systems and couples having sex. The lone brother is met by a polite, but paranoid drug dealer who offers him a cold beer in a glass. They sit down as the drug dealer begins to interrogate the brother asking him specific questions about why he is buying, who he is buying for, etc… The brother confidently answers all the questions as the pounds of marijuana are presented. The brother gives the drug dealer the cash as they both sample the product by sharing the pipe. They shake hands creating the beginning of a buyer- seller relationship. The brotherhood leaves the compound and treks back down south. Back home at the beach house a huge party, is prepared as the brotherhood greets their Cuban comrades with some delicious presents.
Ten years later the brotherhood is at a posh Hollywood Columbian cocaine party. All of them are drinking and doing big lines of coke together. Their appearances have definitely changed since their innocent youthful days at the beach. One of them is a heroin-addicted-beach bum, another a teacher, a real estate agent, a struggling actor, and the female is an artist. The real estate agent lives in La Jolla, California along with the beach bum and artist. He decides to invite the whole brotherhood to his house for a barbeque. At his beach house they all enjoy some juicy steaks and party with cocktails and cocaine. All of them still smoke cigarettes accompanied by mean coughs. The artist and struggling actor leave the house as some local young surfers arrive to buy some drugs. Immediately following their departure, the police arrive for a bust. All three of the men are arrested. The female artist gathers up some funds and bails them out. There are brief court appearances as the beach bum takes the biggest rap due to some prior convictions and current parole. The brotherhood loses its foundation due to the legal conflict. A few years later the brotherhood reunites at a sober gathering as the beach bum arrives drunk and high. The real estate agent and he get into an argument that results into an ugly brawl. A late-night smoking discussion with the remaining four occurs as they decide to go check up on the beach bum who is parked down the street. In his needle-infested van the beach bum is unconscious and not breathing. The paramedics are called and resuscitate the beach bum back to life. The brotherhood is re-established after the life/death situation. They all stroll on the beach recollecting on the good ol’ days of junior high school when their only worries was how to tell their parents where they were going or what they were doing. Times have changed, but they will always remember each other and the beginning of their lives as a bonding brotherhood.

OASIS IN AUGUSTA: DAY SEVENTY SIX WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

2006 Masters (70^th)
Oasis in Augusta
Augusta National Golf Club
Augusta, Georgia
Sunday April 9, 2006

There are certain things in life that have acquired tastes and take some time to fully enjoy and accept their beauty and rewarding nature. Many believe the game of golf to be unbelievably boring and requiring minimal skills to put a little white ball into a hole in the ground. I would have to beg to differ, since the skills of golf in order to make it through 18 holes, let alone 4 days of professional competition, is completely draining on the mind and especially the body. When I was young watching weekend afternoon golf,  I too found myself in the category of mocking the game since my attention span couldn’t grasp the energy of the whispering announcers and half clapping crowds, but that all changed in April of 1996 during a four day span of watching Greg Norman’s famous demise on Sunday, as he started the final round leading the field by 6 strokes in the most prominent men’s golf tournament in the world, which is annually held in the little off the highway Georgian town where Augusta National Golf Club hosts the Masters.
In the 1800’s the 365 acre tract off Washington Road was an indigo plantation. That all changed in 1857 when Belgian Baron Louis Mathieu Edouard Berckmans, and his son Prosper Julius Alphonse purchased the land and formed a partnership to create a nursery. Under the name Fruitland Nurseries, the two men began to import many different types of trees and plants from other countries. But the business ceased operations a few years after Prosper’s death in 1910. After winning the Grand Slam in 1930 and retiring from competitive play, golf legend Bobby Jones and Clifford Roberts were looking for a suitable piece of land on which to build Jones’ dream course. In 1931 Jones and Roberts decided to buy the old Fruitland Nurseries property for $71,000 with a creative vision that would later became part of sports history, and the continuation of the traditional competitive sport of golf.
The golf course is a place where bets are taken, business deals are completed, and a time for fathers and sons to enjoy a friendly round, but during an early week of April each year the first major of the Professional Golf Association gets under way. Golf is another sport I believe the spectator needs to get off the couch and come down to the country club to really grasp the pressure and tension a golfer faces during a full round of 18 holes. In my life I have had the opportunity to witness two full days of tournament play. My first encounter was at the 1998 Buick Invitational at Torrey Pines in California where I got to see Tiger Woods doing what he was born to pursue, stroke a golf ball. Then in 2006 I planned and prepared to make the trip to the Peach State and fly to Atlanta, rent a car, and head north to the town of Augusta, home of the Masters.
Before the Masters, the most expensive event I attended was the 2006 Winter Olympics Women’s Figure Skating Finals in Torino, Italia where I spent $530.00. For me to walk the course on Sunday and witness the next Masters champion be dressed with the winner’s green jacket by the defending champion, I put up $800.00 of money that I didn’t have, but was in Augusta for the Masters with a badge. Tournament or “Series” Badges (Thursday through Sunday) have been sold to those on a patron list which was closed due to demand in 1972. A waiting list began the same year and was closed in 1978. It reopened in 2000, and it too is now closed, but the ticket brokers have a field day once they get their hands on them and try to make a profit. I contributed once again to the Razor Gator’s bottom-line and purchased online, access on Sunday to the world’s most watched golf event.
I arrived on Friday in my rental car and headed to a local bar for a needed bite to eat and some cold beers after the 2hour+ drive from Atlanta. Since this trip was arranged only a month prior to the event, the whole town and neighboring cities were sold out. Therefore I planned to take shelter in my car during the duration of my stay. During my lunch I met local Augustan Nate that was celebrating his birthday and mentioned to him my situation. He was nice enough to offer me a place on his couch where I would stay for the weekend. No one would ever know by the looks of the town that Augusta would possess within its city limits the most secluded and exclusive golf club in the world. Yes it is home of James Brown and has a beautiful statue of him downtown adjacent to the Georgia Golf Hall of Fame and Botanical Gardens, but I am talking about the Masters where the best golfers around the world flock to every year to compete for that career satisfying Major win.
I began to get nervous while watching the tournament on television Saturday afternoon since the leaders only got through the front nine due to rain delays and darkness. Officials suspended play until early Sunday morning. At first I was unsure if I would be able to get in on Sunday due to these circumstances, but when I went to pick up my Sunday badge I was told that I would be granted an all day access throughout the course. This meant that I would not see 18 holes of top notch professional golf, but 27 holes of fierce competitive Sunday play. I made sure I got to the front gates bright and early in order to see as much action as I could. Very rarely does play at the Masters roll into Monday, but it’s a possibility so play started close to 7:45am in order to try to complete the tournament and crown a champion later in the day. Entering into Sunday, the top of the leader board was Chris Campbell, who lead by a shot over Tim Clark and Rocco Mediate after the partial third round playing four holes before darkness halted play shortly after 8pm. Tiger Woods, Phil Mickelson, and Padraig Harrington were three shots back, with Ernie Els, Vijay Singh, Fred Couples, Stephen Ames, and Retief Goosen joined a group four shots behind Campbell. These athletes would be my entertainment for the next eight hours. It was Sunday at the Masters where the long, wide, deep and narrow fairways were filled with eager, hungry and running galleries to see the golfers’ next shots.  Amen Corner at holes 11(White Dogwood), 12(Golden Bell), and 13(Azalea) had hot filled grandstands where fans rushed to early in the morning to get a viewable seat. I was determined with my nice multi-colored checked Ralph Lauren “party pants,” Ben Hogan light yellow golf sweater, and grandfather’s Stetson Gilligan looking rain hat, to follow step by step, shot after shot, 27 holes of intense, pressured golf side by side with Tiger Woods, Vijay Singh, Freddie Couples, and Phil Mickleson. Hearing and observing 27 out of this world soaring, lifting and mesmerizing drives by Tiger Woods was truly amazing. The sound alone lingers within my soul forever and ever. I shake my head as I write. And then there were the other three and you can only imagine their unbelievable play and competitive nature throughout the day.
When I arrived in the early morning on the grounds, the first view of Augusta National brought a respectful silent energy that breezed through the trees until the beer lines opened up at 1230pm when the festive hot Georgian day took a turn towards celebration. The greens were cut fast and creative, while the grounds well-groomed with careful consistent care. As a volunteer one is granted one free round of golf on the 18 hole course where golf legends Ben Hogan, Byron Nelson, Sam Snead, Arnold Palmer, Jack Nicklaus, and now Tiger Woods have been granted the honor to wear the Masters winning green jacket. Walking the course so close to the golfers was a true experience of what an athlete goes through during such an important and pinnacle event in their careers. Tiger could not find his groove on the putting greens as he was frequently found talking to himself walking the fairways searching for the focus and feel that has brought him to victory so many times before. I am sure the absence of his father and mentor, Earl Woods who was struggling for his life back in California, took a toll on his mental capacity.  
Until the end Tiger was a contender and in the mix, but couldn’t fight off Phil Mickelson (2^nd Masters victory in 3 years)  who shot a winning total of 281 (70,72,70,69)  for the tournament and 3 shots better than Tiger’s  284(72,71,71,70).  Tim Clark came in second with a 283 as there was a five way tie for third (Couples, Campbell, Woods, Goosen, Olazzabal). There are moments in world championships that are anticipated by loyal fans and spectators. American football has the dowsing of the Gatorade tub over the winning coach, baseball has the rushing of the pitcher’s mound, the Tour de France has the 8-lap champagne stroll on the Champs Elysees, NCAA basketball has the cutting down of the nets, and hockey has the hosting up of the Stanley Cup. On Sunday at the Masters walking up to the 18^th hole where the gallery gathers, and winning family/entourage wait for the final putt to sink, is definitely similar to these ending championship moments. Phil Mickleson with winning grin chipped a 20 footer on the green and took 2 putts to secure his 2006 Masters green jacket (presented by Tiger Woods)  where he was happily congratulated by his wife, two beautiful little girls, and his proud coaches. It was a definite championship triumph in the Mickelson camp.
On that April Sunday in Augusta my view of the game of golf surely evolved and transformed. I myself endured the walk of 27 holes, but even though I was physically close to the competition, there would be no way I could relate to the mental toughness a competitive golfer struggles to maintain throughout the day. NO WAY. The pressures of every shot that these athletes deal with fully earn my respect and brought out the attributes of what it takes to be a champion.

BREAKING DOWN THE BARRIERS: DAY SEVENTY FIVE WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

BREAKING  DOWN THE BARRIERS- Go Full Force

Which way do you want to go?

How do you want to get there? 

You can do whatever you please.

Who is going to stop you?

Discover your desires and move with courage.

Make a difference and speak your mind.

Realize what you’re capable of doing.

Take a stand in what you believe.

Establish a thorough plan. 

Evaluate your wants and needs.

Develop your own strategy.

Breaking down the Barriers.

Follow your passionate heart.

Breaking down the Barriers.

Find out where you have to start. 

Breaking down the Barriers.

Do what you have to do.

Breaking down the Barriers.

It is only up to you.

You might have to start from scratch. 

Struggle a little more than others.

There are opportunities that are difficult to reach.

You got to dig down deep and find your niche.

Create a team of loyal comrades. 

Hope they’ll support your plan.

Reach out to many with a helping hand.

Pursue the unexpected by conquering your fears. 

Your desired day will appear.

Breaking down the Barriers.

Follow your passionate heart.

Breaking down the Barriers.

Find out where you have to start. 

Breaking down the Barriers.

Do what you have to do.

Breaking down the Barriers.

It is only up to you. 

DONDE ESTAS?: DAY SEVENTY FOUR WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

DONDE ESTAS?
If a marriage is strong enough to last fifty years, there is most likely some kind of huge event planned to celebrate such an accomplishment. During the 1980’s Sid and Barbara Lipschitz had arrived to their 50^th year of marriage as their kids flew them up from their retirement Florida community back home to New York where they had spent most of their married life. The celebration had been planned for months as Kyle, Lyle, and Annie wanted to celebrate in style with all their parents’ old friends and acquaintances. Before the party Sid and Barbara nag each other in their honeymoon suite as the couple is running late. They finally arrive to discover a beautiful New York ballroom filled with balloons and flowers. A Jewish wedding band entertains all night long as Sid and Barbara make their rounds to all the tables, thanking everyone for coming to their party. Each child gives a toast and tells funny stories about how their parents met and have explored the world together as one. Annie is the last one to speak and demands that her parents come on stage to receive a gift from all the kids. Annie presents her tired father and drunken mother two round trip tickets and an all-inclusive week-lone vacation to a place Barbara has always dreamed of visiting: Mexico.
Sid and Barbara depart to Mexico to enjoy a second honeymoon. When they arrive to their hotel they discover that it looks nothing like the brochures they were given. They head off into their room to find a young fat couple having loud aggressive sex. Sid and Barbara finally settle into their so-called suite and decide to cruise into the little, quaint, Mexican town for a romantic dinner. The town is packed with young kids, drinking and dancing in the streets. Many of the men flirt with Barbara as she adores all the attention. The couple finally locates a sea-side restaurant as Barbara orders with her broken Spanish she learned in high school years ago. As the meal continues, Sid demands to return to the hotel since he is tired and wants to go to bed. Barbara is disappointed but finally gives in to Sid’s request. Back at the hotel Sid is extremely sick and spends most of the night in the bathroom.
The adventure continues as the couple heads off to an overcrowded Mexican beach filled with local vendors and young kids playing in the water. Sid and Barbara finally find a spot to throw down all their belongings. The couple is immediately robbed as some merchants try to sell them some local crafts. Sid still recovering from his nightly battle with the toilet decides to take a nap. When he is woken up by a chanting religious woman, Barbara is nowhere to be found. ¿Donde esta Barbara?
Sid begins a desperate search for his lost wife. He tries to find her in the water. He visits the beach bar. Sid begins to panic and quickly packs up all the belongings. He hits the beach asking everyone if they have seen Barbara. The only picture he has of her is from the 50^th anniversary invitation that was from their wedding 50 years earlier. Some local kids try to scare Sid by telling him of all the kidnapping of American tourists. Sid finally finds a local man that calms him down and points him down the beach where he last saw Barbara walking. Sid eventually finds Barbara under a shady palm tree indulging in an oily massage given by a hulky Mexican body builder. Sid is furious and demands that Barbara explain to him why she didn’t mention to him where she was going. Barbara explains that she didn’t want to disturb his nap and that she was just going for a little stroll down the beach and couldn’t resist a massage. Sid throws down all their stuff as Barbara enjoys the rest of her massage. What a day. Sid thought he lost his wife and Barbara gets to experience the firm, strong hands of a Mexican hunk.
Back at home, Sid and Barbara are entertaining around the community pool, having cocktails and playing cards with all their retired Jewish friends. Barbara arrives with a photo album and begins to tell the story of Sid and Barbara’s memorable second honeymoon adventure to Mexico.

LIVE A LITTLE: DAY SEVENTY THREE WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

LIVE A LITTLE

Traveling, exploring, voyaging, discovering.

Adventuring, transporting, experimenting, revealing.

Tripping, falling, accepting, and living.

LIVE A LITTLE

Laughing, jumping, pushing, pulling. 

Climbing, scratching, lifting, twisting.

Moving, dancing, singing, and living.

LIVE A LITTLE

Sneaking, tip toeing, taunting, preparing.

Listening, talking, discussing, bothering.

Compounding, camping, capitalizing and living.

LIVE A LITTLE

Washing, breathing, waving, whistling.

Subscribing, faking, eye witnessing, kicking.  

Clapping, smiling, skipping, and living.

LIVE A LITTLE

Playing, flowering, running, partying.

Popping, snapping, squeaking, falling.

Sleeping, washing, slipping and living.

LIVE A LITTLE

Changing, fluttering, driving, closing.

Petting, kissing, facing, entertaining.

Drying, fasting, overcoming, and living.

LIVEA LITTLE

Offering, dreaming, inspecting, fulfilling.

Creating, producing, motivating, inspiring.

Believing, understanding, celebrating and living.

LIVE A LITTLE by living.

ANDRE IS THE MAN: DAY SEVENTY TWO WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

2005 US Open Tennis Championships
Andre is the Man
Andre Agassi vs. James Blake (Wednesday September 7-8, 2005, 3-6, 3-6, 6-3, 6-3, 7-6 (6)
Roger Federer vs. Andre Agassi (Sunday, September 11, 2005, 6-3,2-6, 7-6(1), 6-1
Arthur Ashe Stadium
Flushing Meadows, New York

One of the sports that I was able to bond effectively with my father at a young age where he spent the most time and focus to teach me the art of the toss, quick foot work, and consisted eye contact on the ball, was on the hot hard courts playing the yellow-fuzzy-ball-sport of tennis. It is a mental and physical challenging test where not always the strongest and quickest competitor is the winner. Tennis is a sport where the athlete can use the emotions of cleverness, frustration, and patience to take advantage of his or her opponent. During my youth I constantly drove my attention towards the major Grand Slam events where tennis greats John McEnroe, Jimmy Connors, Boris Becker, Ivan Lendl, Chris Evert, Martina Navratolova, and Steffi Graf battled it out down under in Melbourne at the Australian Open, on clay at Roland Garros for the French Open, at the All England Club for Wimbledon, and in Flushing Meadows Queens New York at the US Open. As I grew older and was living at a luxury house in La Jolla California with a tennis court in the backyard, my play and interest increased as a new generation of legends were created within the careers of Pete Sampras and Andre Agassi.
It wasn’t until the summer of 2005, where I would finally bring my childhood memories to the big stage at the United States Tennis Center under the lights in Arthur Ashe Stadium during August at the US Open. I had already purchased a $135.00 for the Men’s Final via Ebay, but on a quiet Wednesday afternoon alone in Astoria/Queens/Long Island City New York I was browsing through the paper and discovered a full page advertisement for the US Open quarterfinal match between Andre Agassi and young New York native James Blake during the night session. Alerting my attention and desire to view a memorable match, I rushed to a local ticket outlet passing by a bus that displayed the same advertisement that I just read in the paper, but was unsuccessful in landing a seat at the outlet due to unavailability. I then decided to jump on the infamous 7 train to Flushing Meadows to inquire about tickets for the quarterfinal battle at the stadiums ticket office.
Outside at the box office I was surprisingly provided a face value seat for $58.00 to witness one of the most exciting sporting events my body and soul have ever encountered. I have seen my fair share of professional athletes in my day, but I have never and I mean never viewed an athlete with as much calm, consistent, composure, and focus then that of the Las Vegas man Andre Agassi. Point after point he digs in, and never gives up on his ability and mental strength. He doesn’t win every point, but he finds a way to create opportunities and shoot winners down the lines. I remembered long haired, pink attire wearing, controversial young rebel in the early late 80s, but now its completely shaved-bald-headed, father of two, classy man, married to Steffi Graf in the quarterfinals of the US Open, determined to do what it takes to move on to the next stage of the tournament. James Blake came out blazing and took complete control early on, as all his shots seemed to hit the mark, as he easily won the first two set 6-3, 6-3 in front of a surprised packed house. Little did we know what would lie ahead, but a match of tennis that few will never forget who were in attendance. There was no sign of aging in AA at 35 years old as he fought his way back winning the 3^rd set 6-3 with huge winners and forcing Blake to play defense. In my mind Andre Agassi is the best return man the game will ever see. He possesses unbelievable quick reaction time and eye mobility. Agassi has played against some huge servers in his days that have allowed him to craft his specialty, and he surely proved his abilities against Blake taking the 4^th set 6-3 forcing a deciding 5^th set in front of a crazed after-midnight New York crowd. Blake got cranked up, breaking Agassi for a 3-2 lead with a huge forehand winner. Agassi got the break back and put the pressure on Blake to force the tiebreaker with a 118mph ace. Agassi finally put an end to the duel after 2 hours, 51 minutes with a forehand that found the sideline as the clock struck 1:09 am.
Andre Agassi went up against fellow American Robby Ginerpri surviving his third straight five set thriller (6-4, 5-7, 6-3, 4-6, 6-3) making it to his 6^th US Open Finals versus the swift Swede Roger Federer who defeated Lleyton Hewitt (6-3,7-6(0), 4-6, 6-3)  in his semifinal. The final at Arthur Ashe Stadium was set between an American legend and the new dominant champion in men’s tennis. Earlier in the day I was giving my respects at Ground Zero where the reading of the names’ ceremony took place in honor of all who perished on September 11^th four years earlier at the World Trade Center. The sun was setting on Manhattan as I closely watched the two surviving warriors warm up. Both of these men are true class acts that stroke the ball with such grace and confidence. Being a surprise to make it to the final, Agassi was the true crowd favorite, but one can’t deny the sure power and court coverage that Federer possesses. Many people have asked since I have experienced his play in person, “What edge does Roger Federer have over his opponents that makes him so dominant?” The best answer I can give is his consistent ability of overall strength throughout the match and how much focus and attention he gives to each point. He skillfully places his shots by setting up his opponents, finding their vulnerabilities, and then conquering the opportunity to explode winners or causing his opponents to create unforced errors. As much as I desired to see Agassi win his 9th Grand Slam at the US Open, Federer completely had control of the match throughout. Even though Agassi won the 2^nd  set and forced a tiebreak in the 3rd, Federer was the dominant force and was crowned his 2^nd  straight US Open champion making it his 6^th Grand Slam title.
Andre Agassi and Roger Federer are a huge part of tennis history. Agassi is the last player who was part of an era that dominated the global courts throughout the 80s and 90s. This has been a time where tennis has developed into a worldwide phenomenon and now the patriarch, the man to beat, Tennis’ #1, Roger Federer is conquering in true fashion. A true passing of the torch has been made and Federer has taken its flame with the guidance of his coach Tony Roche and ignited the tennis stage. Through integrity, honor, and pure athletic ability, the time is now for Roger to shine and succeed taking in influences of men like Andre Agassi showing the world what it takes to be a champion.

DISCOVERY: DAY SEVENTY ONE WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

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There are certain places in the world that bring out the best in people. For a determined though lost American soul, Henry Frank, this place was in the city of Amsterdam where in a few years he has established himself as a slick, but sometimes forgetful, private investigator. His business was very lucrative and secret while he enjoyed a sociable lifestyle throughout the bicycle- riding, canal-filled town. Henry is often found at the local coffee shops where he enjoys smoking hashish. The only way he can be contacted for his services is by word of mouth and personal delivery.
One late night as he is leaving the red light district, he is approached by a young African kid that mentions that his services are desired by a local Jamaican Rasta drug lord. Henry gets cleaned up and heads over to the drug lord’s apartment. There the drug lord explains that he needs Henry to accompany him to a potential supplier’s residence to set up surveillance and engage in observation. As they make their visit to the supplier’s house Henry sets up and begins tracking the supplier. He discovers that the plan to do business with the drug lord is a complete set up. Henry reports back to him with the news resulting in the murder of the non-trusting supplier and all his cohorts.
After laying low for awhile, Henry is needed again to assist a posh, mid-40s socialite, with the recapturing of her missing champion greyhound. Henry is introduced to the socialite at her penthouse suite where she is greets him in a sexy lingerie outfit. Immediately Henry is given complete details of his new mission and how the socialite suspects her ex-husband and his bimbo lover’s involvement. She insists that Henry joins her at a dinner party thrown by her ex-husband at his home. At the party Henry quickly disappears and gets to business, weaving his way around the apartment to discover the champion greyhound, Tippy, in the master suite bathroom. With Tippy in his hands, Henry plans an escape route and heads out a nearby by window. Throughout the night Henry runs all around town with Tippy showing her a great time. The next morning Henry meets the socialite back at her place where he presents her with Tippy. She immediately thanks Henry by seducing him and making passionate love to him all over her house. Henry says his goodbyes and slips out into the night, stopping off at a local coffee shop for a hallucinogenic, mushroom dinner.
During the night he is approached by a limousine where a butler-looking man offers to give Henry a lift. The butler demands that Henry get in since he is desired to be at The Hague first thing in the morning for a proposition. Henry hops and is taken to a diplomat’s office where he explains to Henry that he wants him to help out his American colleague in clarifying that his daughter is spending her time wisely at the local Art College. The diplomat gives Henry a picture and details of where she attends school. He also mentions that Henry needs to be completely professional since the girl is engaged and returning home to the States in a few months to get married. Henry is hired to follow her daily routine and report back to the diplomat on a weekly basis. Henry first observes the girl in a library studying with a group of university students. He then follows her home and begins making observations of who makes visits to her. Henry takes pictures and eventually breaks in to tap the place as she leaves for the night. The next day he trails her around the city with her friends as they settle down at an art exhibit. After a week of observation, the diplomat praises Henry and hires him for another week. During the week Henry discovers that the girl has met a local businessman and has entertained him on many occasions. They are very close, but share no intimacy. Through his investigation Henry is beginning to fall for the beautiful young girl. One night she is out with her girlfriends for drinks and she approaches Henry very aggressively. At the bar they talk for a long time as she is heavily coming on to him. Her friends approach and invite him over to one of their houses. At first he declines, but is dragged out by the girl and brought back to her place. There they party and become closer. The party slows down as the girl continues her flirting and moves in on Henry. He tries to resist, but finally gives in and lets loose with her. The next day he rushes out since he is due at The Hague for his weekly report. At The Hague the diplomat can be heard yelling as a man is thrown out of the office. Henry recognizes him from the party he attended the night before and begins questioning him. The man shows Henry pictures of himself being intimate with the girl. The diplomat demands to see Henry immediately. Henry briefly discusses with the man about his hired services as the red-faced diplomat appears and escorts Henry into his office. The office is filled with Henry’s parents, family members, and friends from back home. The diplomat explains to Henry that he was hired by his parents to locate him and set him up with a nice beautiful Dutch girl. The girl appears and gives Henry a big hug and kiss as everyone toasts and shares laughter. Henry can’t believe that he got cased and followed. The party continues as Henry enjoys drinks and reunification with his family, friends, and newly discovered woman.

LONG LIVE BARBARO: DAY SEVENTY WHAT IS YOUR PURPOSE?

2006 Kentucky Derby
Most Exciting Two Minutes in Sports
Louisville, Kentucky
May 6, 2006
Attendance: 157,536
   
There is one event out there where throughout the day not all the attention and focus is put upon the athletes, but on the floral-spring dresses and elegant-big-hats of beautiful Southern belles. Where the mint juleps filled with Makers Mark Kentucky Bourbon Whiskey, and fresh mint are flowing, with the hymn of “My Old Kentucky Home”  sung by all. The first Saturday of May in Louisville, Kentucky is where the first leg of the Visa Triple Crown begins with the traditional bugle call. It’s the Run for the Roses at Churchill Downs, below the infamous twin spires up above. The “Most Exciting Two Minutes in Sports” ticking away during the 132nd Kentucky Derby.
I have never placed a bet on a horse, and to this day that fact stands. I believe a true betting man is a well prepared and read individual, that researches and investigates each race, but I have never found the time and confidence yet to engage in the act. Flights were scheduled, car reservation confirmed, and admission ticket for $340.00 paid to enter the 2006 Kentucky Derby. Before my arrival I knew very little about the 20 horse field and the city of Louisville, home of the “Greatest” Muhammad Ali, and famous baseball bat headquarters, but determined to enjoy the festive weekend.
I arrived on Friday afternoon with a little scare at the airport since Enterprise Rental Car had me on their black list and insisted they wouldn’t rent a vehicle to me because I owed them over $1000.00. When I rent cars I do my best to discover weekend deals or daily rates less than $20.00 per day, During this trip I was offered via email a great weekend deal by Enterprise for less than $60.00 unlimited mileage for three days. If I was dealt with a blow like that, my trip could have been altered since the next cheapest car agency offered me a car for $80+/per day which was way out of my budget. I had a whole weekend planned and a car was a must for its success. After numerous phone calls to an accounting office in Riverside, California, I settled the misunderstanding dispute taking my name off the blacklist, but had to travel to an off-site ghetto office since the airport’s computer system couldn’t clear my name until Monday. Within the hour I was off touring around Louisville getting a feel of the city. I passed by Churchill Downs where the Kentucky Oaks was going on, which is an annual event the day before the Derby. I eventually found my way into the state of Indiana via the Interstate 65 Kennedy Bridge, crossing over the Ohio River. I had no idea that I would be encountering such a famous water way on this trip. I have crossed the Mississippi and rafted down the Colorado, and now crossed the wide and flowing Ohio. The city was definitely buzzing as I walked over to the Louisville riverfront for some grub and beer. There I met John the fireman from Ohio who arrived to Louisville for the 9th year in a row. We headed over to the local Kentucky Derby Festival for some more beer and he eventually offered me a place to stay at his campsite since I was stranded once again at a major sporting due to budget constraints. I planned to sleep in my car for the evening, but 20 miles away I had my own warm bed and a good night sleep.
    We were up early on Derby Day as we headed into Louisville for an unbelievable day at the races. I got dressed up for the occasion with suit jacket and tie with Santa Anita corduroy cap to top it off. After dropping off Fireman John near the general admission entrance I headed through the gates of Churchill Downs in true horse racing fashion. For the next two hours I explored the grounds admiring the creative class and grace of the beautiful dresses and hats of proud fans. It was a great site to see as a sun filled day was underway in Louisville as NBC man Bob Costas passed by preparing for his call of 132nd Kentucky Derby race. Many are unaware that the first Saturday in May at Churchill Downs consists of 12 races and the anticipated million dollar race is at the end of the day during the 11th race. I was seated about 4 or 5 sections from the finish line and 10 rows from the track. There are four ways I believe one can experience the Kentucky Derby. 1)Purchase $40.00 general admission ticket where you can only catch a viewing of a race on the rail and/or on a big screen in a Spring Break atmosphere partying with bands and out of control drunk fans 2)Do what I did and put up the cash for a great seat and get dressed up with eye level of the races 3)Invest more money for a better view up top looking down on the track 4)Become friends with an owner or trainer and join the elite in Millionaire’s Row.
Near the front entrance the jockeys of the last 3 Triple Crown winners Secretariat (Ron Turcotte 1973), Seattle Slew (Jean Cruguet 1977), and Affirmed (Steve Cauthen 1978) were signing autographs that started at $25.00, but I refuse to pay for autographs and prefer to obtain them free in person when given the opportunity. The sun surely heated up the long wait as it was 30 minutes between each race while the horses were presented to the spectators for viewing in the paddock before heading out on the track. When the 11th race was finally introduced over 157,536 people (2nd largest in the history of America’s greatest race) were present to see the 20 horses break out of the gates with ultimate adrenaline and athleticism fighting for position around the first rail.  Around the last rail, Springmint Farm raised #8 horse Barbaro exploded from the pack and didn’t look back.

“DOWN THE STRETCH THEY COME, IT’S BARBARO, YES BARBARO  IS GOING TO WIN THE 132ND KENTUCKY DERBY BY 7 LENGTHS in 2:01.36.

Immediately after the race I was off to visit the fastest competitor (Secretariat 1:59.40) ever to be seen at Churchill Downs. Secretariat spent the last 12 years of his life at one of the most famous thoroughbred horsing farms in the United States of America, Claiborne Farms, in Paris Kentucky (1.5 hrs NE of Louisville). The state of Kentucky is definitely pure horse country with beautifully groomed wide open ranged green- grassed-pastured horse farms that have buried some of God’s swiftest created gifts. The muscles in thoroughbreds’ legs are completely massive and explosive. When standing next to such a specimen of nature and realizing its potential of strength and speed, one can only imagine its abilities on a race track competing against its huffing and puffing fellow horse competitors galloping along side. Horses are surely athletes that have the attitude and drive to compete with true power and desire to succeed. I am very thankful to have had the chance to come down to Kentucky and visit Claiborne Farms, where numerous Derby and Stakes winners have been bred, and give my respects to Secretariat where he is currently buried . On my way back to Louisville I stopped off at the 1,200 acre Kentucky Horse Park, the world’s only park dedicated to man’s relationship with the horse.  There I was able to visit the Man o’ War memorial and his grave site where you can compare his 28 foot stride to your own. Also buried nearby is the great African-American jockey, Isaac Burns Murphy (1861-1896), who still holds the record for the highest percentage of winning rides. It is a place in the world that celebrates the sport of horse racing and the abilities of such graceful animals. I hope to continue being a part of history and return to Kentucky each year for the Derby and experience at Churchill Downs in the 11th race what it takes to be a champion. �- RVB