During a recent ESPN Sunday Night broadcast former Mets manager Bobby Valentine was asked, “At what point do you have a good idea of what your team is?
Valentine replied, “45 games.”
In November 1998, in the wake of Hurricane Mitch, Dr. George Greene III, his wife Molly and a small team of volunteer employees from General Engineering Laboratories crossed the washed out roads of Honduras into a small town.
They pulled into a community carrying the first-ever Living Water Treatment System on the back of a pickup truck. The system, constructed of plywood, treated lumber and a 55-gallon water drum, was designed and built by the staff at General Engineering Laboratories. Its purpose: to supply temporary access to sustainable, safe, clean water to a developing country.
One of the first things Kylie Miraldi learned as a student at San Jose State University was the meaning of dehydration. Miraldi, the nutrition major, is studying dietetics. Miraldi, the athlete, experienced the physical symptoms. But it was Miraldi, the Christian, who’d face the spiritual showdown against the condition.
Miraldi had decided to apply at the college following a campus visit in 2008. She was certain San Jose State was the college for her. She wanted to play Division I volleyball. She wanted to stay in California, and the fact that Sarah McAtee, who Miraldi has played volleyball with since she was eight years old, was also bound for San Jose State and would be her teammate, was confirmation – or so she thought.
Potential. That’s the word that may eventually haunt Lastings Milledge most. Not now. No, he is still only 24 years old, and has the time and, er, potential to silence his naysayers.
Potential has two definitions in sports: one, for a prospect, rookie or young professional like Milledge, potential is a hopeful, optimistic word. The second definition is reserved for mostly former first-round draft picks, ballplayers well into their thirties, lingering on a bench in Peoria, Syracuse or Las Vegas, hoping for one last opportunity. The latter is an ugly word, often shadowed by a question mark.
Jason Brewer’s phone is buzzing, as if it were on a timer.
He glances at the number on his caller ID. “I’m popular today because ‘my thing’ came out,” he says. “His thing” — as he humbly refers to it — is the release of the first single (“Do You Love Me?”) from his band The Explorers Club debut CD Freedom Wind.