November 16, 2012


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    The Daily News
    1  MVPOSEY!!!

    2  I'm sorry, but this guy is the real deal. 

    3  Hey everybody. Buster is not a fluke.

    4  This guy recovered from massive trauma last year to light up the playoffs for the entire nation. 

    5  So Buster, this is YOUR day. Of course you will not agree. 

    6  Because on field, you have skills and courtesy beyond any other players. 

    7   Off the field, you demonstrate humility, and a dedication to not only you, but to your family, and to your fans. 

    8   Monumental 

    9   Sometimes what amazes me is amazing people.

    10  Guys like Buster make all of us bow with pure humility.

    11  Because although I'm quite certain he is not perfect, he is as close to perfect as most of us are willing to believe. 

    12  Yesterday I had such a great day that I bordered on declaring myself perfect.

    13

    14  You know me too well.
    15  I was having an ALMOST perfect day. 

    16  The reason I was having an ALMOST perfect day was that I spent the past four months working night and day for my students and for my family.

    17   Consequently, I was able to beat the grading deadline by an entire day. To put that one in perspective, it usually takes me right up to a minute before the deadline. 

    18   Nobody really cares, but to me, it was like winning the World Series.

    19   And I knew that my grades were more accurate than they have ever been.

    20   I was at the top of my game, and still dealing.

    21   Quite rare, yet somewhat awkward. 

    22   How do you pat yourself on the back without looking like you are bragging?

    23   Thank goodness for Buster, and his outward humility.

    24   That alone makes him the MVP in life. 

    25    I couldn't stand it. 

    26    I wanted my students to know just how difficult this year was. I wanted sportswriters to validate my humble efforts.

    27   I knew it wouldn't happen, so I sort of let it leak in my lessons. 

    28   Delicate sitch.

    29   But I DID work hard. And I DID go through massive amounts of personal trauma this year. 

    30   And I DID come through all of it with laughter, with music, and with hope for the future. 

    31   Don't we all?

    32   I know a LOT of you, and I know that a LOT of you are MVP's to your own family and friends. 

    33   But a guy like Buster lets all of us know that we do work hard, that we do care about people, that we do love our loved ones, and that we are all superstars. 

    34   It's just that Buster is so humble. 

    35   I love it. 

    36   I love the guy. 

    37    He is a true Avenger.

    38    Enough of this.

    39    Buster: thanks man. 

    40    Moving on, Part the First: Okay, so I'm not Buster Posey. 

    41    I did brag slightly to my students that I had worked hard all year making certain that their grades were absolutely accurate, to a person. 

    42    I talked about how my system insured accuracy, and was a mirror shot of their own abilities and efforts. 

    43    I talked about how I knew each person as a person from having read their autobiographies and from having looked over their magazines. 

    44    I knew much about their personal struggles, their personal life ambitions, and their personal dreams. 

    45   In short, I was bragging a bit about how perfect I was. 
    46   But with a little humility.

    47    No dude. 

    48    Seriously. 

    49    Y'all know how humble I am. 

    50


    51    At one point I saw two heads down, asleep at their desks. I thought to myself, "Stop talking, dude."

    52    Well, I didn't. But I had to let them know that I had flaws. 

    53    I didn't want them to go home and tell their parents, "Mr. Harrington told us he was poifect!"

    54    So once I saw two heads down, I stopped talking about how Lee Harvey Oswald was a spy and all, and decided to tell them the story of how I'm not perfect.

    55   I told them that when I was just a little guy, maybe a little over two-feet tall and with a Hello, Kitty! head, how I was playing alone in my back yard one lovely day. 

    56   Sunshine, bending fences, and backyard ennui. Childhood in a cloud. 

    57   I located an old bucket around the side of the house, and a rope lying in the weeds. 

    58    I thought to myself, "Well!" I decided I was going to play well. 

    59   That was an unauthorized and unintended pun, which still got a humble laugh. 

    60    I decided that I was going to fill the bucket with water, tie the rope to the bucket, and hurl the other end over the tree in our backyard. 

    61   As I pulled it up the tree, my Mom looked out back and yelled, "DON'T PULL THAT BUCKET OF WATER UP THE TREE!!!!"

    62   I had no idea that what she was talking about. Turns out she was worried that the bucket might fall and hit me in the head. I just thought she was being unreasonable.

    63   So I brought the bucket down, and then looked over to the sand box. A sand box is a brilliant invention in which parents could have a square made of wood filled with sea sand that children could play in, and which stray cats could poop in. 

    64   Fortunately for me, the sand box was sans cat poop. 

    65   I followed my own lead and brought my bucket over to the sand box. 

    66   I filled it to the brim with sand. 

    67   I then analyzed the amount of rope it would take to fly it back over the tree limb, and did so successfully.

    68   Science in action. 

    69   I was on the job. 

    70   I hurled the rope back over the branch, and in an instant the well was back in action. I was taking care of business, yo. 

    71   I pulled the sand up to the very top. I was triumphant!

    72   I pumped my fists to the sky. My well worked! 

    73   Within seconds, the bucket shot straight down and crowned me on the backside of my head. My head split open, and blood poured down my back. 

    74   I screamed as only a Hello, Kitty! kid could scream. My Mom came out and shouted, "Stop screaming! What is wrong with you?" I kept screaming, turned around, revealing a tee-shirt that was red from top to bottom with blood. 

    75   Head wounds tend to bleed ridiculously, so my Mom must have been horrified. She cleaned me up and rushed me to the doctor, who cleaned it all up, put a few stitches in, and said the usual: "He'll be okay."

    76  Somehow I made it through that, but if I'm so okay, why have I reached my DN record for amount of items?

    78  It's all about humility.

    79   Thanks, Buster, for putting an end to my hubris. 

    80   The scars still remain, but I walk forward today with some sort of smiling humility. AND this is the Daily News record for most amount of items. How great am I? <lmfao>

    81   Have a GREAT weekend man. And I mean that. 

    82   Peace.

    ~H~



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