Cinderella Man
John-boy (my football roommate) and I are sitting here in Pasadena watching "The Cinderella Man" starring Russel Crowe. Herein lies the entire point of my blog post...everything else is off the top of my head. Can I just say I love this movie? I love Russel Crowe in any role, and this is one of the few movies in which I can stand Renee Zelwegger.
I love this movie for so many reasons, but they pretty much all boil in to one defining moment for me. After all the years James J. Braddock put in, his ability and motivation fail him. His punches go soft, his head gets heavy, and he can't win for losing. All he ever knew was being stripped from him with every loss. But he gets a second chance...
You see, with this second chance, Bulldog Braddock starts punishing those who oppose him. Sure his body aches and his ribs still sting, but through the pain, the fatigue, and through the arthritis, he fights with a passion that his manager has never seen from him before. This is where the defining moment comes in. If you remember, he's being interviewed before his big title fight with Max Baer and someone calls him out on his comeback.
"What happened?"
"I just found something new to fight for."
"And what was that?"
"Milk"
Milk...His motivation was the support for his family. Looking into their eyes, he could not live with himself if he couldn't provide the least of such goods to ensure their physical well being. My question is this...if one man (though the story is glammed up by Hollywood) can come from the depths of obscurity, with not even his hands left to hit something, and rise to the top of his profession from looking into the eyes of his children, why can't we rise from obscurity and even death by looking into the eyes of our Father?
I'm walking into the Colliseum tomorrow. I'm not shaken. I'm not even stressed. I've looked upon the face of my God and in Him I am safe and secure. But with that look I derive strength to put forth every bit of physical energy I can exert. Maybe I'll even find a way to give 110%. I may not rise to the top of the game of football, but I know the Lord will look back, and He will be pleased. I only hope reporters may ask me where my newfound strength comes from.
Got Milk? God God?
Bobby
I love this movie for so many reasons, but they pretty much all boil in to one defining moment for me. After all the years James J. Braddock put in, his ability and motivation fail him. His punches go soft, his head gets heavy, and he can't win for losing. All he ever knew was being stripped from him with every loss. But he gets a second chance...
You see, with this second chance, Bulldog Braddock starts punishing those who oppose him. Sure his body aches and his ribs still sting, but through the pain, the fatigue, and through the arthritis, he fights with a passion that his manager has never seen from him before. This is where the defining moment comes in. If you remember, he's being interviewed before his big title fight with Max Baer and someone calls him out on his comeback.
"What happened?"
"I just found something new to fight for."
"And what was that?"
"Milk"
Milk...His motivation was the support for his family. Looking into their eyes, he could not live with himself if he couldn't provide the least of such goods to ensure their physical well being. My question is this...if one man (though the story is glammed up by Hollywood) can come from the depths of obscurity, with not even his hands left to hit something, and rise to the top of his profession from looking into the eyes of his children, why can't we rise from obscurity and even death by looking into the eyes of our Father?
I'm walking into the Colliseum tomorrow. I'm not shaken. I'm not even stressed. I've looked upon the face of my God and in Him I am safe and secure. But with that look I derive strength to put forth every bit of physical energy I can exert. Maybe I'll even find a way to give 110%. I may not rise to the top of the game of football, but I know the Lord will look back, and He will be pleased. I only hope reporters may ask me where my newfound strength comes from.
Got Milk? God God?
Bobby
posted by Bobby at 4:46 PM
2 Comments:
One of my favorites also!
You guys have a blast out west.
Your two A's want to know if you could possibly step it up and give 115%....? Don't forget to brush that shoulder when you sack the qb... HAHA (Poor Addi was just tired)! Praying for you... go get 'em!
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