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Thursday, April 18, 2013 1:47 PM

If we’re learning anything as the years pass, it’s how the world of “reality” invades the world of sports.

That reality invaded the inner sanctum of sports again Monday at the Boston Marathon.

That race may not be the Super Bowl or March Madness but in its own way, it is a revered part of America.

It celebrates Patriots’ Day, a civic holiday in Massachusetts that commemorates the anniversary of the battles of Lexington and Concord on April 19, 1775 — the first battles of the Revolutionary War; the Red Sox start their game that day at 11 a.m. as part of the festivities, which are always on the third Monday of April.

I will let the authorities sort out who is or is not responsible — though some of the “theories” make you wonder what these purveyors have been … “ingesting”.

Needless to say, it is a tragedy: lives are lost, families are crushed and those that survive must begin the long process of rebuilding their shattered bodies and lives.

I join my prayers with the millions around our nation for them and hope the Lord will comfort them in their hour of need.

I was watching Sportscenter this morning and watched as the crowd at TD Garden in Boston (Bruins and Buffalo Sabres) sang ”karaoke” to the National Anthem and it was a sound to behold.

It is unfortunate that it takes tragedy to rally people.

As well, it has also put on hold — likely forever — the NFL dreams of one Brandon O’Brien.

This item was sent to me and I am sure the sender — Move America Forward — wouldn’t mind me sharing this with my readers.

“Who is Brandon O’Brien?” you inquire.

He is a 30-year-old retired US Marine who played at Montana State Northern University after he left the service and had hopes of being drafted or being signed as a free agent by The League as a wide receiver.

Well, after Monday’s events, he is re-enlisting in the Marines.

MAF is an organization providing support for our troops serving overseas.

To read the full story and for more information, see their web site.

I don’t know if the new car in NASCAR is the sole reason that the season — so far — seems to be more competitive, more nerve-racking and thus inducing higher emotions or not.

It seems every race has had a controversial ending: either on the last lap or two with wrecks and personal vendettas or last week with Brad Keselowski and Joey Logano having original rear-end housing being confiscated prior to Saturday night’s race at Texas and forcing Logano to start last because he was late for the beginning of the race due to inspections.

This has led to some paranoia on the part of Keselowski — but that’s only because they might be out to get him!
Especially after reading some articles about other competitors “blowing the whistle” on the Penske duo.

By the way, they — and their crews — both got nailed with punishments handed down Wednesday.

Listen, I can’t really tell you the difference about all the parts that go into a stock car — or an F-1 or open-wheel or whatever car you’re talking about — how they affect the car and how they can be “modified”: racing is not my area of expertise (some wonder if I have one!!!).

And I do know of the “maxim” in racing to the effect that if you’re not trying to step over the line (as far as the car goes) — or something to that effect — you’re not trying.

However, this is also what NASCAR wants: to bring the excitement back into the racing and thus, the ratings, the crowds and everything that goes with it.

That being written, I don’t this is the type of publicity the sports needs or wants: a 42-year-old fan, Kirk Franklin, committed suicide in the infield at the Texas race after getting into an argument with other campers.

I remember a friend of mine from Indiana from my college days telling me that he was in the infield at the Indianapolis 500 and, well, all the action was NOT on the pavement.

Folks, I get the passion and emotion of this: a lot of people live for this stuff.
It isn’t worth dying — or in this case, killing yourself — for.
Rest in peace, Mr. Franklin.


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