<html><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; -webkit-line-break: after-white-space; ">Holy sh#t, that was beautiful. With a little editing that could well be my new toast, or maybe I'll save it for my funeral (hopefully quite some time from now). <div><br></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; "><div><font class="Apple-style-span" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"><br></span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">We all know death possible in our game. Nonetheless, we endure. Our loved ones know the possibilities, but they allow us our crazy assed efforts to win, because they know it's part of who we are.</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;">So pull on the nomex, pay homage to our brethren, clash shields and move on</span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"><br></span></font></div><div><font class="Apple-style-span" size="4"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px;"> </span></font></div><div></div></span><div><br><div><div>On Sep 24, 2008, at 6:36 PM, <a href="mailto:Gt6steve@aol.com">Gt6steve@aol.com</a> wrote:</div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><blockquote type="cite"> <div id="role_body" style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: #000000; FONT-FAMILY: Arial" bottommargin="7" leftmargin="7" topmargin="7" rightmargin="7"><font id="role_document" face="Arial" color="#000000" size="2"> <div> </div> <div> <div>Hi Bud,</div> <div> </div> <div>I assume your diatribe is colored with liquor as is my response.</div> <div> </div> <div>We all know in the backs of our minds that death is a reasonable possibility in our game. Worse than that, debilitating injury, IMHO. </div> <div> </div> <div>Nonetheless, we endure, do all we can to improve our chances and try not to face it with ourselves or our families. But it is there. It could happen. We don't want it to happen but it could. Our wives have already thought this through and seen the possibilities. They still support our crazy assed efforts to win. So are we lesser than they? Maybe we're better at rationalizing...</div> <div> </div> <div>Still, we'll all be pulling on the nomex and denying that it could happen to us while our wives know full well what is at stake.</div> <div> </div> <div>So do we quit racing and take up backgammon? Some will, most won't. We are a kind of warrior and we can't leave that. We'll just leave homage to our brethren, clash shields and move on...Steve</div> <div> </div> <div> <div><br></div></div></div></font></div></blockquote></div></div></div></body></html>