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Originally Posted by Jason Badejo
I know here I go on a light hearted thread.
GS was great from an entertainment point of view, the ranting the raving, calling Hideki Irabu a "fat toad", all that.
But heres the sad thing to me. GS consumed his life in making the yankees winners, and he succeeded. Bravo. He worked and worked, even when his teams reached the top it was never enough, he continued to push and push. He presided over two yankees dynasties (70's & 90's) early 2000's weren't bad either. He gave his life for the yankees, and as I said had great success.
But big deal. Does ANY of it matter now? Now he has only Christ to face, and neither money nor world series rings will matter. He who answered to nobody, will now find out he never was "the boss".
He who is famous for controversy, profanity and unrepentant fits of rage, now goes to face the Prince of Peace himself, and no one in monument park can interceed for him.
It is a sad day to be a yankee fan (which I am not), but it is a sadder day to realize that you can gain everything in this world, and in the end lose your soul.
I'm not GS's judge, and I'm not trying to be, my comments are only based on the persona I have known him to display. There is one judge, and he alone is fair and righteous in judgmment, knowing the heart, thoughts, and intents of all men.
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You offer Steinbrenner's life as an example of Shakespeare's "King Hal" - Henry V.
He fought against tremendous odds to rebuild the Angevin Empire and won famously at Agincourt. He then married the daughter of the King of France and united the two warring powers into a mighty union that lasted exactly... until the day he died. Then, the map was wiped clear, the set pieces were rearranged and a new generation of warriors and saints took the stage as if the proceedings under "Good King Hal" had never taken place.
Such is the drama of all our lives.
"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts being seven ages: infant, schoolboy, lover, soldier, justice, pantaloon, and second childhood, 'sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.'"
And perhaps for a happy few:
"And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything."
And so,
"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our English (Yankee) dead!
In peace there's nothing so becomes a man
As modest stillness and humility:
But when the blast of war blows in our ears,
Then imitate the action of the tiger;
Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,
Disguise fair nature with hard-favoured rage;
Then lend the eye a terrible aspect."
... For soon enough, your time will be no more and the burdens you bore will be dusty heaps that those who follow will hardly recognize.
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