Week 4 of the “Red and Dr. Murray's” Israel Basketball league saw three games go down to the wire in thrilling fashion.
“If I’m behind the arc, and I see an open teammate, I love the deep dish” said piping hot three-point artist Josh Friedman. “But Big Apple knows how to serve up the treys – we always deliver”.
Institutes serving children with disabilities will open Tuesday.
In this week’s drama-filled showdown between Katzenstein and Bienenfeld, both teams played a solid all-around team game, splitting the scoring equally.
For most of his life, Yaakov Avinu suffered tests, trials and tribulations. It seems his days were spent moving from adversity to crisis. Clearly he didn’t have it easy, and the suffering took its toll.
The delayed start of the professional basketball season due to a labor dispute has left me indifferent. It has been many years since I watched an entire game, even more since I actually attended one in person.
In this week’s parshah we read about the berachos that Yitzchak had intended to give Eisav, but instead (unintentionally) gave to Yaakov Avinu.
A few weeks ago my two-year-old daughter was showing my 85-year-old grandmother how to work an iPod touch. I’m not sure if my bubbie was more amazed with the device or with the fact that her great-granddaughter understood it better than her.
On one of those cable financial stations the other day, one of the talking heads was explaining the concept of "Mancations."
A local Orthodox attendance record was set at Detroit's Comerica Park on Sunday Chol Hamoed Pesach as an estimated 500 frum fans were in the stands. They saw a good game as the Tigers downed the White Sox 3-0 on a beautiful sunny day. Seven families from my shul returned with suntans and they reported many shuls were represented in all sections of the downtown ballpark, about a 20-minute ride from my dugout.
Were you to play a game of word association, Pesach would immediately be connected with "cleaning "and "company" (and possibly, potatoes.) Pesach is the one holiday that magnet-like, pulls families together.
I was filled with an uncomfortable feeling in the face of the Itamar massacre. Everyone is in shock. I feel horrible pain. But I am not shocked.
Early in Ernest Thayer's poem Casey at the Bat: A Ballad of the Republic Sung in the Year 1888, a "sickly silence" has fallen on the patrons of the game. But when "mighty Casey," with his "sneer curled" lip and defiance gleaming in his eye, comes to the plate, 5,000 throats and tongues cheer for him and 10,000 eyes focus on his every move.
Printed from: http://www.jewishpress.com/sections/sports/potomac18-big-fish-jerrys-kids-win-thrillers/2012/01/24/
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