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I’ve been a Hawks fan since I was seven.

Chicago Blackhawks win the Stanley Cup!!!

I think this post stands on it’s own accompanied by this photo:

Though a lifelong Chicago Cubs fan I wish I was a fan at the MN Twins game the other night.

Ernie Harwell, Hall of Fame baseball broadcaster died Tuesday night, “quietly, at home, with his wife and children by his side, and when the news was announced in Minnesota, where the Tigers — Ernie’s team — were playing, fans there gave him a standing ovation. In Minnesota!” A tribute to a man who worked for the opposing team for several decades.

What would prompt such an outpouring of love?

Ernie inspired:

Barack Obama wins. Tiger Woods cheats. Tim Tebow loses.

These three men are, like us, people.  They have friends and a family. They have hopes and dreams. They win and they lose, they succeed and fail. Why do we care about them. Why do we track their lives? Why did their names appear on virtually every news portal every day this week?

Why, because they are “celebrities.”

Fame

As a society one of our biggest problems is that we create “celebrities.” Celebrities, people whose lives and accomplishments we follow. We attribute celebrity status to and esteem them because of their success in their chosen field. Athletes become icons, actors become idols, musicians become magnified.

How do you start blog entitled mysilentscream?

It sounds like a bastion for the emo, morose or the passive-aggressive. If that’s you, welcome! If not, don’t go away yet!

I plan to rant and rave throughout mysilentscream’s lifespan. So where do I begin?

At the risk of alienating many of you, I’ll reach into my heart.

I have learned joy, and sorrow, the promise for tomorrow and the dashes of hope for today. I have learned to persevere and I’ve learned to be a realist. I have been crushed with disappointment and been propped up for another day.