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Hi, kiddo.  I am so sorry to hear about your juvenile diabetes.  While it is indeed very treatable, better now than ever before, it's a life-threatening illness and represents a change in day-to-day life for you.  My son who is now about your age, was diagnosed at four years old and we all mourned, became angry with God, tried to pretend it wasn't so and then finally grew to accept it. 

You're putting forth a very brave face and that is good, yet I see the sadness in your pictures and want to let you know this old mom says it's okay to feel upset, sad and scared.  It stinks when everyone else around you who doesn't have "it" says over and over "you'll be fine."  It's true, but gosh let's face it, it's frightful.  You probably will have some close calls as has my son, complete with ambulances, trips to the ER and hysterical family members.  You will get through these and bounce right back.  The important thing is to let everyone around you know you have diabetes (you'll be surprised how this big news will fade from public memory) by wearing your ID: you won't believe how quickly a young person is written off as under the influence of something when he's "only" suffering an insulin reaction, and that is the biggest hazard you face even being a sports star.  The notion of keeping a sugar source in your pocket shouldn't be scoffed either because it buys time to at least tell someone what's happening so they can help you.

So, listen to your doctors and your body.  You will be a-ok and find that the changes aren't unbearable, but for now, it's okay to cry.  Hugs to ya. 

It's a blue, blue morning in the Land of Purple.  For the third straight game the Red Sox socked it to the Rockies, showing only a glint of mercy in the 7th.  The Rox made an incredible rally then with a three-run center field homer by Holliday, but simply could not generate further heat once Boston quickly shuffled Timlin off the mound.  Boston's biggest strength appears to be a combo order of astutely wicked fastball pitchers with a firm handle on when to use the fancy throws and equally adept hitters with a real knack for grounders.  How about that gyro by Okajima?  Stunning. 

It's not that the Rockies aren't good, because they boast some promising pitchers and powerful hitters, it's that Boston has developed a real pressure-cooker that our guys just can't yet seem to vent in this series.  Most the hits they got off were either fouls or airplanes complete with lights easily landing in Sox gloves in the outfield. Heartbreaking is the only word to describe it.  To win the series the Rox now must win the next 4 games.  Is that possible?  With what I've seen so far, no.  So, let's cling to the knowledge that MIRACLES HAPPEN!

Goooooooooo Rockies! Make me a miracle!

 

Maybe I'm a sourpuss.  I have to admit I was a lot disgruntled to learn that the "community" recreation center not far from my house really only serves a very small part of the community because it keeps bankers' hours.  It was exciting to think, hey I'll be able to go over before or after work, pick up some time on the weights and work on getting back into shape.  Learning that the center is open basically only when seniors and at-home parents can use it was a real let-down.  I can go over to the Wheat Ridge center, miles away, or the Apex center, miles away.  It seems a disservice to "my"part of the community.

bill husted | columnist Chubby-piqued health nut pitting the fit against the fat By Bill Husted
Denver Post Staff Columnist Article Last Updated: 06/08/2007 02:14:21 AM MDT

His bright-orange T-shirt says, "NO CHUBBIES" - and Michael Karolchyk means it. He hates chubbies - fat people, lazy people, muffins.

"I'm Polish," he says. "That makes me stubborn and mean. And I'm bald, so I can make fun of chubby people. ... You'll never get a hubby if you're a chubby."

He also throws cupcakes at chubbies at his health club, the Anti-Gym, with a spot downtown and a new one in Cherry Creek. His in-your-face attitude and edgy marketing on TV and radio have made Karolchyk "The Most Hated Man in Denver," says a recent profile in Mile High Sports Magazine.

http://www.denverpost.com/search/ci_6088239

Hey, Mr. K, do you PROMISE if I bring my sizeable posterior to your gym in knee-knockers and a t-shirt that you'll throw cupcakes at me?  Just one thing, make them bakery-not-factory-produced, k?  You can afford it.

So, wow, what a ridiculous sign of these belly-button-gazing-times that people are "fighting" to pay heavily to be insulted.  Love the Ravish Room idea, too:  it's an exclusive room for the "perfect" only, with a "what happens there, stays there" motto.  Considering massage and hot tub on premises, it sounds like something the erstwhile PD better be watching.  I hope they send their fattest donut-dunkers (sorry guys, you know I wuvs ya).  : )

Alabama Boy Bags Hog Bigger Than 'Hogzilla' Last Edited: Saturday, 26 May 2007, 7:44 AM MDT Created: Saturday, 26 May 2007, 7:44 AM MDT In this photo released by Melynne Stone, Jamison Stone, 11, poses with a wild pig he killed near Delta, Ala., May 3, 2007. Stone's father says the hog weighed a staggering 1,051 pounds and measured 9-feet-4 from the tip of its snout to the base of its tail. If claims of the animal's size are true, it would be larger than ``Hogzilla,'' the huge hog killed in Georgia in 2004. (AP Photo/Melynne Stone) SideBar
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MONTGOMERY, Ala. -- Hogzilla is being made into a horror movie. But the sequel may be even bigger: Meet Monster Pig.

An 11-year-old boy used a pistol to kill a wild hog his father says weighed a staggering 1,051 pounds and measured 9 feet 4, from the tip of its snout to the base of its tail. Think hams as big as car tires.

The story went on to explain the humongous pig's head is to be mounted while the rest of him becomes sausage.  It's almost a shame that such a grand animal was killed, but at least they're eating him. I guess this will give other aspiring piggies a chance to become Master Hog.