In the Wake of Dayton and El Paso, the NBA league and teams need to stand up for sane gun laws, not simply tougher background check. Assault weapons ban as well as strict gun and ammo purchasing laws is the only way our country will ever get back any control over the insanity that the NRA continues to support. Killing animals with assault weapons is no sport; it's murder. You can't shoot a duck out of the sky with an assault weapon. Macho men who want to play guns with assault rifles should go back to cap pistols, which better represents their level of maturity. I am not against hunting rifles, shotguns, or pistols. But I am against crazy people and morons having access to weapons that fire hundreds of rounds in seconds. If you support the NRA do-nothing-stand, you should go to the nearest mirror and check out the Knucklehead that is staring back at you.
Speaking of Knuckleheads, Incognito with the Raiders, give me a break.
With no injuries, Kings with new acquistions, watch out after All Star break. Could be a surprise team.
Still Hunting by Don Welch
Once there were mallards ahead of a blizzard,
their backs to a front of sleet,
and we dug deep into a blind,
and all morning long there were ducks coming in,
maple-leading down, like the cold fast pitch
of breath over our lips.
It was Thanksgiving, a slice of season,
when you looked at my eyes.Young, there must have
been a cold ease about them and a radical vision.
But that was a long time ago. Now among the pintail,
widgeon, wood duck, and saup, the sun's low,
the wind's tailing down, and the brown phantom
of he evening's first owl's setting sail.
To watch you sluffing along, the breath-frost
in your beard whitening your face,
the stroke you've had
making you do an idiotic dance which you hate
is to watch you lean crookedly against a walking branch.
Gadwall, canvasback, redhead, and teal -
unlocking a gate, you watch the old wire swing back,
slowly catching itself in the cheatgrass.
Over the river the day's last ducks
are penciled chevrons bent in their long, careful arcs.
And pausing, you say, do this for me.
When I'm dead, name thing well.
That's all you need of integrity.
