Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Dominik Hasek
dominik hasek was born in chekeslovakia in the mid-sixstys he was drafted in the 13 round of the NHL entry draft by the chicago blackhaws where he was never given a chance to shine because of this, he was traded to the buffalo sabres where he won many trophies including a couple vezinas and two back to back hart trophies in 1998 haseks buffalo sabres made the stamley cup final and lost to the dallas stars in 2002 hasek won a stanley cup with the detroit red wings he went to ottawa for a short spirt and then back to detroit he has done many intersetsing things including starngeling a reporter and being the only goalie ever to win two back to back hart trophies
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Mud
Mud
Mud that you can’t get around,
It’s slopping,
It’s there,
To pass, you must go through it,
Though it, you must go,
So you stop first, and look at it,
But you can’t tell how deep it is.
So you step through it,
And test your luck,
And,
And…
And your luck is rotten,
You fall straight through.
Because as it turns out,
The mud is deep and endless,
Cold and brown,
And you think you can’t crawl up and try again,
But, indeed, you do, and you try it again,
Because you realize that otherwise, you’ll never succeed.
But, sadly, you know that after more hard steps,
You’ll be back again,
Trying again,
Working hard again,
Crawling like a baby again.
But maybe you don't fall through,
Instead you succeed!
And the joy, passion, and accomplishment
That runs through your body,
Is never-ending.
Daniel Baum
Mud that you can’t get around,
It’s slopping,
It’s there,
To pass, you must go through it,
Though it, you must go,
So you stop first, and look at it,
But you can’t tell how deep it is.
So you step through it,
And test your luck,
And,
And…
And your luck is rotten,
You fall straight through.
Because as it turns out,
The mud is deep and endless,
Cold and brown,
And you think you can’t crawl up and try again,
But, indeed, you do, and you try it again,
Because you realize that otherwise, you’ll never succeed.
But, sadly, you know that after more hard steps,
You’ll be back again,
Trying again,
Working hard again,
Crawling like a baby again.
But maybe you don't fall through,
Instead you succeed!
And the joy, passion, and accomplishment
That runs through your body,
Is never-ending.
Daniel Baum
The Dradel
The Dradel
This dradel of mine,
All silver and shiny,
In the middle,
A box that seems hollow, except for a soft-sounding ball that rolls around slowly.
But it’s not.
In the box is whatever you chose,
For me, it’s my great-grandfather.
The one that weeks before WWII broke out,
Came to Canada as a farmer,
Yet he had never farmed.
He was a jeweler,
Creating masterpieces by day,
And a family by night.
He was the only one of his family that came to Canada,
The rest would never again have the chance.
He made this dradel,
And this year, my great-grandmother gives me this dradel.
This dradel for my Bar Mitzvah.
The dradel with this silver box,
The silver box of the Great-Grandfather I never knew,
Only through this dradel.
Daniel Baum
This dradel of mine,
All silver and shiny,
In the middle,
A box that seems hollow, except for a soft-sounding ball that rolls around slowly.
But it’s not.
In the box is whatever you chose,
For me, it’s my great-grandfather.
The one that weeks before WWII broke out,
Came to Canada as a farmer,
Yet he had never farmed.
He was a jeweler,
Creating masterpieces by day,
And a family by night.
He was the only one of his family that came to Canada,
The rest would never again have the chance.
He made this dradel,
And this year, my great-grandmother gives me this dradel.
This dradel for my Bar Mitzvah.
The dradel with this silver box,
The silver box of the Great-Grandfather I never knew,
Only through this dradel.
Daniel Baum
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