Gold Cups and Blue Ribbons in Sports Heaven.

Bobby Jones with all four Grand Slam trophies. He is the first and only golfer in history to hold all four major championships in a single year. Soon after, he announced he was retiring from competition, one of the few sport stars in history to do so at the top of their game.

Bobby Jones with all four Grand Slam trophies. He is the first and only golfer in history to hold all four major championships in a single year, 1930. Soon after, he announced he was retiring from competition, one of the few sport stars in history to do so at the top of their game.

@Photo and prose credits: Friends of Bobby Jones@

Gold overused, easily loses Her luster and blue ribbons fade in future sun light.

In the galaxy of the very great, the population is very small in name and number.

I must say that Sporting Heaven is much different to Heaven for Man Himself:

Heaven to Man Himself is a place where all Men will go on Death, the question for Man is:

Will individual man get to:

Stay in Heaven forever?

In Sport, once one goes to Sporting Heaven, once a man gets there, while others are sure to join him over time, Individual Sporting Man, once in the Kingdom, can smile peacefully, knowing that:

“I will never leave here.”

For example, in golf, none could deny that there are but 6 golfers, at present, who inhabit Golf Heaven.

Will there be more in that Kingdom later?

To be sure, but for now, only these men live there:

***Bobby Jones***

***Sam Snead***

***Ben Hogan***

***Jack Nicklaus***

***Arnold Palmer***

***Tiger Woods***

Thoroughbred flat racing is a disparate and complex enterprise and not for neophytes.

Apropos of which, from London, I am asked this very morning to render judgment on the ability of an English race horse called FRANKEL.

I do so here with all good alacrity.

Racing Heaven is not as precise a place and is more open to the fluctuations and vicisitudes of time and population, than is, for example, Golf Heaven.

Yes, indeed, in Horse Race Heaven, when a Horse goes there to live, he will never leave, but he will have a great deal more company there than will the men in Golf Heaven and he may well become, over time, a Lesser Angel, with clipped wings.

In race Season, one finds that every, casual fan, is an expert on every possible racing topic imaginable and every winner is Winged Pegasus Himself.

There are so many great and very good horses that one needs to be considered, judicious, introspective and very specific, when handing out gold cups and the blue ribbons.

That aside, FRANKEL is surely, beyond reasoned debate, a great horse, headed for Horse Heaven and arguably, the best sprinter and miler of recent year, on the lawn, in England.

FRANKEL is a very nice horse; magnificently bred, handsome, well-made, easy moving, already now making a splash as a young sire.

But we have to be careful, and specific, with our accolades.

Today, the Americans in particular, are in a terrible rush to the hyperbolic.

Everyone mentioned in the newspapers, in politics here at Washington and in banking at New York also, it seems, is the new Tin God, the new I Am Who Am, the new Bernard Baruch, the new greatest thing on earth…that is, until the next race, the next campaign, the next financial quarter.

The, principal, trouble with this sort of breathless over extension and exaggeration in giving out the gold coin and blue ribbon is that, each new award, markedly reduces the value of the prize.

Consider your school boy remembrances:

There can be only One God, the gold once held by any mortal man, very soon tarnishes and is forgotten, here on earth. Man’s blue ribbons fade in the sun of time.

As schoolboys, we learned that all of man’s vulgar, vain, vacuity is but a bungling, a yearning, a striving, to return to that perfect, peaceful place, that Garden, that Eden, from whence man was hurled in horror, in swift and savage punishment, for man’s insolence to His Father and to whence man pines to return.

That’s it.

That is all Life is:

A pining for that which was lost to his fore bearers, a loss that deep inside himself, man so secretly, so very faintly, remembers, in his woeful, lifelong struggle, to get back to that Garden.

As a sidebar, the Americans boast of the great race mare, ZENYATTA, who equals FRANKEL in number of First Grouped races won, but as with FRANKEL, or any horse of the first tier, we have to be specific when we form our judgments.

ZENYATTA’s Grouped ONE victories came, for example, on dirt and on only three race tracks in Southern California, tracks which all favor horses that like a very particular sort of dirt surface.

FRANKEL himself, so easy to ride and disciplined, I am sanguine, would disapprove of our modern rush to the hyperbolic.

Suffice it to say that FRANKEL is a great horse of our time, at certain distances, over certain racing surfaces, in England.

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The rich man ought not be taxed at all~~he ought be compelled to employ and train the poor man~~directly~~
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The principal need in America today is~~financial and industrial De-Globalization~~to facilitate the promotion of the possibility for the average man to get and keep a good job with good benefits paid by the employer~~as was done not very long ago.~~

~~Bene Nati, Bene Vestiti, Et Mediocriter Docti~~

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~~La crema y nata~~

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~~Artista de la conquista~

~~In sunshine and in shadow~~I hold tight to the Republican view of time and money~~I write night and day~~yet~~while impecunious~~I am vastly overpaid~~in that taking pay to do what I love is unfair~~to my employer~~in a fair system~~under such circumstances~~I should pay him~~not he me~~I am far, far too old a man to be sexually confused~~praise Jesus~~but I am yet young enough to be politically confused~~is anyone not~~in an absolute sense~~I am a Catholic Royalist~~in a practical sense~~I am a Classical Liberal~~a Gaullist~~a Bonapartist~~an American Nationalist Republican~~in either sense~~my head is soon for the chopping block~~to hasten my interlude with Madame La Guillotine~~I write without fear~and without favor of~any man~~

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Finis Origine Pendet…
The escape commences…

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September, 1957

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Saint Jane Frances de Chantal Catholic parochial school, called, by anyone of any background, simply: “Chan~al,” a place where, of an autumn day in 1957, school, for me, began and ended in the first convening of the first grade in which a tiny nun, one Sister Dom Bosco, appeared before me, just behind the window appearing at far left of this photograph, and piped out this: “I may be small, but so then, is the Atom Bomb.”

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My determination to escape school commenced immediately on hearing about this Atom Bomb business and took 16 dicey and arduous years to finally accomplish.~~

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Non Sibi

The escape continues…

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September, 1966

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The Cathedral Latin School

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Finis Origine Pendet~

~~Κύριε ἐλέησον~~

Rejoice and Glad!!

Amen~~
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~~THEOS EK MĒCHANĒS~~

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