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Monday, September 24, 2012

Blow Out the Candles September 24

Hall of Fame defense tackle "Mean Joe" Greene is celebrating his 66th birthday today.
 1972 Topps #230
Career highlights and awards
Rated #13 NFL Player of all-time by NFL.com
10× Pro Bowl (1969, 1970, 1971, 1972, 1973,1974, 1975, 1976, 1978, 1979)
5× First-team All-Pro selection (1972, 1973,1974, 1977, 1979)
3× Second-team All-Pro selection (1969,1971, 1975)
11× First-team All-AFC selection (1969, 1970, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1974, 1975, 1976, 1977, 1978, 1979)
4× Super Bowl champion (IX, X, XIII, XIV)
NFL 75th Anniversary All-Time Team
NFL 1970s All-Decade Team
1969 NFL Defensive Rookie of the Year
2× AP NFL Defensive Player of the Year(1972, 1974)
2× NEA NFL Defensive MVP winner (1972, 1974)


Beloved puppeteer Jim Henson was born in Greenville, Mississippi on this date in 1936.
 2011 Topps American Pie #125








Writer F. Scott Fitzgerald was born in St. Paul, Minnesota on this date in 1896.
"Show me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy."
A few quotes:
“There must have been moments even that afternoon when Daisy tumbled short of his dreams -- not through her own fault, but because of the colossal vitality of his illusion. It had gone beyond her, beyond everything. He had thrown himself into it with a creative passion, adding to it all the time, decking it out with every bright feather that drifted his way. No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.”

“Before I go on with this short history, let me make a general observation– the test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function.
One should, for example, be able to see that things are hopeless and yet be determined to make them otherwise. This philosophy fitted on to my early adult life, when I saw the improbable, the implausible, often the "impossible," come true.” 

“He must have felt that he had lost the old warm world, paid a high price for living too long with a single dream. He must have looked up at an unfamiliar sky through frightening leaves and shivered as he found what a grotesque thing a rose is and how raw the sunlight was upon the scarcely created grass. A new world, material without being real, where poor ghosts, breathing dreams like air, drifted fortuitously about...like that ashen, fantastic figure gliding toward him through the amorphous trees.” 

“And as I sat there brooding on the old, unknown world, I thought of Gatsby's wonder when he first picked out the green light at the end of Daisy's dock. He had come a long way to this blue lawn, and his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him, somewhere back in that vast obscurity beyond the city, where the dark fields of the republic rolled on under the night.
Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that's no matter - to-morrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther ... And one fine morning ---”   
 

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