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Posted in New Links on August 25, 2010 by Verge

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NFL Films raises Philadelphia Eagles Super Bowl 52 Championship Flag

Posted in Daily Pictures, Sports with tags on April 14, 2018 by Verge

Every year, NFL Films raises the flag of the Super Bowl Champions at its headquarters in Mt. Laurel, New Jersey.  The ceremony is only open to employees of NFL Films and distinguished guests.  This year was extra special as most employees live in the vicinity of Philadelphia, and this was the first ever Super Bowl Championship won by the Eagles.

godfather

Posted in Daily Pictures on April 8, 2018 by Verge

“Do you still remember when we used to let you feed the fish in our pond”?

“Yes…I do.”

“You were always excited.  It became a routine.  When I came home from work, you and your mom would be in the front yard, making chalk drawings on the driveway, or walking around the neighborhood, but when Katy and I came home from work, it was time to feed the fish and you always wanted pickles.”

“Yes, I remember.  Pickles still remind me of our old house.  And fish.  That pond, it still reminds me of being a kid.”

“Do you ever drive by your old house?”

“I mean, I haven’t yet, but maybe now, or someday…I don’t know.  I guess it never seemed so important until now.  I mean, do you?”

I let out a long exhale, wishing that the end would never arrive.  When I open my eyes, our driver had left the highway.

“I always go back to places I’ve lived.  I don’t know if that’s something normal people do.  But I do it.  Once, when I was younger, I went back to the house that I grew up in, and knocked on the door.  The family that owned it let me come in, like they probably still would to this day because it was such a small town.  The only thing I wanted to see was if the teeth marks on the window sill in the kitchen were still there.”

“Teeth marks?”

“I remember when I was 3 or 4, while my mom was talking on the phone, I would knaw on the kitchen window sill.  The marks were still there.  Painted over, but still there.”

“Why did you care?”

“I don’t know exactly.  I guess that’s what you’d call nostalgia.  It didn’t mean anything at the time, but somehow it became important to me.  Such is life.”

 

“Do you mind if I draw?”

“Why would I?”

“I don’t know, it’s just Dad, he always wanted family time in the car or something.  He didn’t like it if I drew.  He always wanted the perfect little vacation”

“It doesn’t bother me.”

“Thanks.”

 

“Why doesn’t it bother you?”

“Why should it.  It’s your time, why should I tell you what to do with it?”

“I don’t know.  It’s just, it always seemed that I’m supposed to be doing something expected.  Something I don’t really want to do, or care to do, but was just the thing I’m supposed to do.”

“I’m not the one to ask about that sort of thing.  I’m not one to, I guess, decide what’s right for you”

“Okay. I’m just not used to it”

 

The stale highway behind turns into a more rural setting, trees lining the county roads, less and less signs, more and more fields.

 

“What are you drawing?”

“Hands.”

“Hands…why?”

“They’re the most difficult.”

“How so?”

“Well, they’ve got a lot of knuckles and bends and shadows and wrinkles and that sort of thing.  Plus, I don’t have a bowl of fruit in front of me currently.”

“I see that.  I was always a horrible drawer.  Or painter, for that matter.  Katy was so good at it.

“Well, I guess, I like it, and it’s kind of like a puzzle to me, something to figure out, like a crossword, but with pictures instead of words.”

 

The car windows crack and the musky autumn air reaches into the car as the procession files into a crawl.

 

“You know, I’m supposed to take care of you or something, right?”

“Yes, I know.”

“Do you want that?”

“I’m not sure.  I never really knew you that well.”

“Yes, I know, and perhaps that’s my fault now, but here we are, together, if you know what I mean.  It was hard to keep in touch when your parents moved away from us.”

“I get it…Will things be different?”

“Yes, a lot different.  Honestly, we’ve only got each other right now.  Things will change, but right now, we’ve gotta’ do this thing…So, I have to ask, do you believe in god?”

“Why would you ask such a fucking weird question?”

“Because it’s what I promised your mother I would do when this time came.”

“Shit.  Um, that’s such a fucked up question.  I mean, what’s your definition, exactly, of “god”?”

 

In a rare moment, she cries, her hardened and apathetic demeanor abandoned, and in an equally rare moment, I do not.  Instead, we have arrived at the moment, and I open the door, and then hers, and we deal with our hands, sometimes holding, sometimes drawing, sometimes folding, and sometimes falling apart.

 

 

NFL Films Retirement Celebration at Lincoln Financial Field – February 15, 2018

Posted in Daily Pictures, Good Times, Sports with tags on February 16, 2018 by Verge

 

Last night we got the honor of sharing in the celebration of 25 long time employees of NFL Films at Lincoln Financial Field.  These are the people that built the NFL Films house, and kept it going after Ed and Steve Sabol could no longer.  These are the people that made it possible for every current employee to have a career with NFL Films, keeping the flame of our legacy burning for decades.  And now they are beginning the next chapter of their lives, but I know that their influence will last for many more decades, in our culture, in our standards, in our conduct, in the way that had made NFL Films the institution it has become in the sports universe.

Monica and I had the pleasure of mingling with all of my colleagues, including our executive producer Ross Ketover, who steers this ship with unyielding pleasure, and Roger Goodell, who understands the huge importance and value that NFL Films, a little production company in the tiny suburb of Mt Laurel, NJ, brings to the world of sports.

And I realized as that old guard moves on, that the people that I have grown up with over the last two decades, starting as interns, or in the shipping department, or just as an over night tape dubber, are now charged with continuing to grow and cherish the reins that we’ve been given.  I know that those moving on will be watching, making sure that we always “Finish Like A Pro” the way that all of them have.

Oh, and we got to go onto the field, lit with World Championship Eagles pride, and take some pictures with the Lombardi Trophy.  So yeah, that was pretty cool, too.

 

Eagles Championship Parade – Ben Franklin Parkway – Philadelphia

Posted in Daily Pictures on February 9, 2018 by Verge

 

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Shit from my Attic III

Posted in Daily Pictures on October 4, 2017 by Verge

My very dear and treasured High School letterman jacket numbers, our graduation tassels, and the Prom Court sash that Merry Rawls and I won for dressing like a couple of real dorks.  

Some trophies I won and have kept all these years.  Starting on the right with 3rd place in the 5th grade lip sync contest, where I played a guitar just like a’ringin’ a bell.  Next to that is the trophy for the pinewood derby victory I won with my red with black stripes piece of wood.  all the rest are for the 77 Greentree soccer team.  Then I stopped winning trophies.  Such is life.

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This was given out at the Prom.  Oh, such were the days before Uber.  Not sure kids these days know what that shiny thing is inside the satchel, but even if they did, they definitely wouldn’t know how it was supposed to get them home.  Even if you found a pay phone, I wouldn’t even know what phone number to call.  911?

The thirtieth of September, two thousand and seventeen

Posted in Daily Pictures on October 4, 2017 by Verge

Yom Kippur at the old digs.

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