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Bob Parasiliti (Joe Crocetta / April 15, 2012) |
They’re baaaack.
They only show up once a year, around this time, but there is no mistaking them because of their uniforms.
Tonight will be a family reunion, of sorts, for two strangers. In fact, they have yet to meet, but it is a tradition their descendents have started many years ago.
Tonight is the night that Father Time 2012 is introduced to New Year’s Baby 2013 to pass the baton in the world’s relay of life. This time has gone by so fast; it has to be a record.
It’s been exactly a year since a more youthful 2012 accepted the job, taking it from a worn out 2011 and, after 366 grueling days, it’s time to retire and give the job to some new blood.
Heed all warnings, 2013. This job is not for the faint of heart. Oh, the stories 2012 could tell.
Days flew by in rapid-fire fashion, making many events now feel like just blips on a screen.
We had elections, insurrections, indiscretions, and in some cases, a lot of indigestion during 2012’s stay.
We have had tremendous highs and what seems like bottomless lows, all while waiting to see if we fall off a (fiscal) cliff.
But, like Sinatra says, that’s life. That’s what people say. We were riding high in April, shot down in May.
Still, we’ll remember many defining moments.
We cheered resurgence as the Baltimore Orioles and Washington Nationals and Redskins all became relevant again.
We had moving experiences as West Virginia left the Big East for the Big 12 and Maryland decided to soon forsake the Atlantic Coast Conference for the Big Ten.
We learned again that some people play fair to succeed while others are questioned for shady shortcuts just to win, proving once again sports are played for love and money.
For my money, five instances — all unrelated other than all being tragedies — have defined this time with their stamp.
These five instances — four deaths and one horrific saga — tested our resolve and abilities to make something good out of something so terrible and senseless.
They were the tragic passing of four local teenagers — Quinn Hoover, Mitchell Akers, Brendon Colliflower and Sam Kelly — who were all taken from us in unthinkable ways in a six-week stretch.
The fifth was the Penn State scandal.
On the surface, the connection of the five may be questionable, especially how the last one connects with the first four.
They only show up once a year, around this time, but there is no mistaking them because of their uniforms.
Tonight will be a family reunion, of sorts, for two strangers. In fact, they have yet to meet, but it is a tradition their descendents have started many years ago.
Tonight is the night that Father Time 2012 is introduced to New Year’s Baby 2013 to pass the baton in the world’s relay of life. This time has gone by so fast; it has to be a record.
It’s been exactly a year since a more youthful 2012 accepted the job, taking it from a worn out 2011 and, after 366 grueling days, it’s time to retire and give the job to some new blood.
Heed all warnings, 2013. This job is not for the faint of heart. Oh, the stories 2012 could tell.
Days flew by in rapid-fire fashion, making many events now feel like just blips on a screen.
We had elections, insurrections, indiscretions, and in some cases, a lot of indigestion during 2012’s stay.
We have had tremendous highs and what seems like bottomless lows, all while waiting to see if we fall off a (fiscal) cliff.
But, like Sinatra says, that’s life. That’s what people say. We were riding high in April, shot down in May.
Still, we’ll remember many defining moments.
We cheered resurgence as the Baltimore Orioles and Washington Nationals and Redskins all became relevant again.
We had moving experiences as West Virginia left the Big East for the Big 12 and Maryland decided to soon forsake the Atlantic Coast Conference for the Big Ten.
We learned again that some people play fair to succeed while others are questioned for shady shortcuts just to win, proving once again sports are played for love and money.
For my money, five instances — all unrelated other than all being tragedies — have defined this time with their stamp.
These five instances — four deaths and one horrific saga — tested our resolve and abilities to make something good out of something so terrible and senseless.
They were the tragic passing of four local teenagers — Quinn Hoover, Mitchell Akers, Brendon Colliflower and Sam Kelly — who were all taken from us in unthinkable ways in a six-week stretch.
The fifth was the Penn State scandal.
On the surface, the connection of the five may be questionable, especially how the last one connects with the first four.
