Life Is Precious
July 15, 2010
They say confession is good for the soul. But, who are “they”?
I am not worried about my “soul.” That is up to God, so I can be so ridiculous to assume I have any say so in the matter at all.
I can only know that if I am uncomfortable with anything I have done or said, than maybe it was the wrong thing. If I am at peace, then it must be the right thing.
But, don’t get excited. I am not about to preach a sermon or be oafish enough to tell you how to live. When I say “how to live,” I do not mean how to live in terms of lifestyle but where life is really lived . . . on the inside.
The great Gerry Crews said in 1969, “Life is an inside job.” By that he meant that you could not buy happiness, nor could someone make you happy. But, you could determine whether you wanted to be happy or not since the happiness must come from within.
If you determine to be happy you will be happy.
And what is happy, anyway? It is being at peace with yourself and not being racked by jealousy, anger, hatred, worry about tomorrow, regret over yesterday, but living in the only time we have which is NOW!
I am violating what I wrote a few sentences ago. I wrote I was not going to preach, not going to sermonize, and here I am doing both.
I forgive myself because I do not plan these editorials. I write them, not with the mind or the word processor, but with my heart.
And my heart is full of gratitude for your response to my request to let me know you are out there — that you appreciate what and who I am.
Yes, that is important and I am not loathe to say so. Maybe I am in a particular mood because I have tried to avoid reading any more eulogies and odes to the late George M. Steinbrenner.
The New York media has gone on a binge of nothing but Steinbrenner and what a great man he was and how much he did for New York. What rot! I knew George a little. I didn’t dislike him personally and I did know he had a pretty good sense of humor.
I remember one night when Ball Park Franks, our sponsor on WABC radio, had a night at Yankee Stadium. In those days, I was the king at WABC and our station carried all Yankee games. So, we were all invited to spend time with Mr. Steinbrenner and see the Yankee-Red Sox game.
I grew up in Chicago. Everybody I knew and most of my relatives were Chicago Cub fans, however, I was inspired by my Uncle Joe Colucci to be a Chicago White Sox fan.
I felt sorry for the White Sox. People made fun of them. They played in Comiskey Park on the south side of the city.
Even though the team never finished higher than fifth place in any year, I rooted for them, even when the Yankees came to town with Lou Gehrig, Joe DiMaggio and all the rest of those sluggers.
The more my other uncles and my father made fun of the White Sox, the more I rooted for them. So, like most kids who grew up in Chicago or Detroit or St. Louis or Cleveland or any other American league city except for New York, I hated the Yankees.
So when I moved to New York, I embraced the New York Mets and I love them as much as I loved the White Sox. That night when we had WABC night with George Steinbrenner and the Stadium, I wore my New York Mets jacket.
People thought George was going to be angry with me, but all he asked was that I take the jacket off when we posed for the publicity pictures. I was only too happy to take off the jacket for the picture taking and I knew that was the right thing to do.
I thought of that night back in the early 70s when I read all the eulogies to the legendary owner of the legendary baseball team. And with George Steinbrenner's passing, I am reminded once again how fragile we all are and how temporary all of this is.
Whether you are billionaire baseball team owner or a person who lives on the edge of poverty, life itself is the most precious thing we have.
So . . . play ball!