Leo Leo.. you’re great grand uncle Stanislov Kristalball...

"Leo Leo.. you’re great grand uncle Stanislov Kristalball...your great
grand father Harold’s cousin....*do you dig it, Leo?"
Leo in all of his twenty four months, alive&well on this minor planet, sniveled in his yellow painted hi chair, maintaining a stance of quiet diplomacy. Not uttering a syllable, nor a note of exasperation. He was much too young to grandstand, content in keeping a low profile.A very low profile, crouching in his yellow hi chair. An existentialist at 24months of aging, Uncle Kristalball. ("Take that, you spoofing cynics")

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But of course the three Russian "Pussy Riot", a punk band the Moscowite hanging judge ("Witness for the Prosecution") described as hoologism at its most diabolical, touring the USSR Leningrad Ukraine ("Thre Gates of Kiev") Berdichev to the Black Sea port of Odessa.
Reminiscent of the Beatles in and around Liverpool and the Mercy sound,..
"Therefore the Court finds you young ladies of acts against the State, undermining our Orthodox Church."
" The Court sentences you to seven years at hard labor in the Gulag. But because of your youthful rebellions acts, the court reduces the sentence to two years . .....the "Pussy Riot" standing tall in their glass cage..

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They had no patroness like Peter Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s Madame von Meck. "Your fourth
symphony much like Beethoven’s Third...the Eroica.
Reaches "to the point of delerium"into my soul. Its motive of fate .
That fate wrote the composer is the tragic power which prevents the yearning for happiness from reaching its goal."
The language of sounds gave rise for Beethoven tearing up his dedication page (the Third symphony, when he saw through the little Emperor.

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In the meantime the punk band "Pussy Riot" was playing out its hoologanism....Maria Aloyk Maalz Tolokon. Would their sentence of two years in Siberia be commuted?
The Chinese Communist party reduced the death sentence of one of their own, to life.. Would the Kremlin ...the revolutionary heirs of Stalin follow suit?
Where were Leo Tolstoy? Chekov? Nicolai Gogol? Boris Pasternik? "Crime and punishment’s" Fyodor Dostoyevsky? (At the Monte Carlo tables...bacharat anyone?)
Musical immortals in absentia........Rimsky- Korsakov? Igor Stravinsky ("The Rite of Spring") Serge Rachmaninoff ? Scriabin? Dimitri Shostakovich? Prokofiev? Glazanov? Borodin?
"Modest Mussorgsky’s "Pictures at an Exhibition"" literally My God, Leo," said Stanislov Kristalball to his two year old great grand nephew , sitting up in his yellow hi chair, a Mona Lisa smile on his 24 month old chops.
"Come to celebrate the memory of a great man",said the twenty four month old great grand nephew to himself, so nobody could hear,
A"Night on Bald Mountain" morphing as a lullaby for the two year old in the yellow hi chair.

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Meanwhile casting the Pussy Riot ..Julie Christie reprising here role in "Doctor Zhivago? The Moscow Art Theatre‘s .Stanislovsky?.. Alec Guiness as the Commisar?
"I will take fate by the throat" said Beethoven.
Peter O’Toole retiring..Omar Shariff into his bridge tourneys, transcending our minor planet. .
Sam (Eagle Lion) Spiegal into his swan song.

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"The Red Planet’s reality scene, Leo? Shelly Winters as Ma Barker? Fay Dunnaway as Bonnie ("Bonnie and Clyde")
"What does it say about the establishment? The unholy trio have been confined since March. In the lady judge’s reality scene, they were enclosed in a glass cage...
"Why use their police power, semblance of the Russian Orthodox Church... to thwart dissent via the language of sound?
"Why is the bureaucracy frightened? What are they scared of Leo?
Come the revolution?
Prometheus unbound*Celebrating his twenty four months at" hard labor", Leo burped........

The Big Apple, *August 19, 2012

Tex and I did our thing. What do you media guys want... any who

"Tex and I did our thing. What do you media guys want... any who? ," the ebullient Swisher asked , an epiphany of "The Lord of the Rings" baseball’s nine inning stretch.Circling the bases on his four bagger...one man on. A two nothing (zilch zero nada) lead over those Nolan Ryan Texas Rangers.24 hours earlier Swisheroo in the series opener......a foretaste of Joe E Brown’s own heroics in Ring Lardner’s yarn."Alibi Ike" in all of his defense mechanisms&rationalizations. At the height of "Alibis" ebullience....Swisheroo’s larger than life grin, two stepping around the hot corner on his way toward home plate. His Yankee teammates erupting from the dugout...waving towels, lofting high fives .

The 44000 fans standing in the aisles, sharing their own swisheroos .
It was an act of nature, wasn’t it. Something that Burt Lancaster in his "Field of Dreams" could relate to. Images of cornfields, where innocence and dreams were but part and parcel of Einstein’s theory of relativity... marketing by nickel&dime bandits, gnawing undernesth those stalks like gophers.. (How would visitors, agog from the red planet’s gravity react?)

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Newly wed Swisher was hardly a clone nor a cliche. "Nice guys finish last" said Leo Durocher, a genetic clothes hawk himself.... the fans erupting as one, as Swisher relished his reprisal from his energizing grand slam 24 hours earlier. Kicking dirt, playing out his own need to be wanted by the fans, playing out their own hungers for love&recognition. And becoming somebody. ("A Swisheroo")
Whether they were from the projects or the gun toting streets of the inner city, they were vibrant and alive with Swisheroo’s timing and mechanics in the batting box. Never swinging at the first pitch....
Working the count: three balls and two strikes, he made the Texas Ranger pitcher feel the heat and adrenalin in Swisher’s patience.....the sound of his lumber fouling off a fast bal after fast ball. It’s velocity at 100 m.p.h... the dual reaching its apex, the Ranger pitcher coming across the middle of the plate. Knee high. ......

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The collective wisdom of the moment exploded on all those souls. Their palpitating heart beats with their own sweating adulation on a very heated humid night in August. 2912 Sure said the happy go lucky "Swsih" ...didn’t Babe Ruth set the tone a century ago.
This was no deja vu of that memorable reality. Or was it?
Swsiheroo tip tapping his was across home plate, his alter egos high fiving him. Throwing those towels around him. Yet 24 hours earlier...the catalyst had socked a grand slam, thew bases loaded.He was the mighty Ruth, the Iron Man, the DiMagio, 60 plus Maris. Mantle......Mon umen t Mick.....Bernie Williams .....Yogi......Paul.....the Scooter...... ("Ole reliable") Tommy Henrich "Mr Octobe"r Joe Torre Don Zimmer Don Marringly Tito....George Steinbrenner, the owner

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Meanwhile Hiroki Kuroda was playing out his Japanese heritage...4 other Nippon pitchers in the Majors, getting their "feet wet" on the mounds of Field of Dreams, playing out their "sweats" on North American Continent mounds.
Far from their own nuclear bomb hysterias of Nakasaki&Hiroshima , Tojo’s sneak attack on Pearl Harbor, December 7,194.... curdling blood morphing as crushing losses into eternity. Hiroki wasn’t born but his schooling....ess the textbooks covered up the surprise attack, his temperament and instincts were in baseball.
A base ball pitcher hurling a no hitter thru seven innings against these mighty
Texas Rangers
.

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But his Swisher and Tex had given him a two zip ("zilch nunca nada") lead.......his thinking into maintaining his control&smoke...
The cutter fast ball curve slider and sinker at knee level and dipsy doodling across the corners...dominating (downloading), the first pitch as "strike one", keeping the Rangers out of the zone and immortal owner Nolan Ryan’s loop......
The catcher’s fingers signaling the pitches , supporting Kuroda’s verve and pop....and then in the 7^th the first hit.....did he think his manager might go to the bullpen.... take him out, but no Girardi straddling the dugout bar, didn’t change his expression..
Kept his faith..letting Hireoki Kurodi go the nine, the hurler transcending the metaphor and pitch count thinking.. A second hit ,the"closer"exhorting warmups in the bullpen.
Then the 9^th.... three more batters ..........the 44 thousand were again on their feet in the aisles...waving their towels, their heroes recapturing their visions of what they couyld have become.
"The"Field of Dreams" and"Alibi Ike" in a doubnle take.. ...

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The very insightful lady asked the Japanese translater "What was the enduring moment of your fantastic victory Hiroki?"
"Besuto wa mada kite inaidesu."
"The best is yet to come"

Agust 14, 2012 Yankee Stadium

Fine tuning human existence, neighbor

Fine tuning human existence, neighbor. Stanley Kristalball and Friedman put aside their sound&fury, once and for all, as they watched Andy Murray of Scotland, embrace Roger Federer of Switzerland at the net.. Vanquishing the most complete player the game has ever seen, since Fred Perry succeeded at Wimbledon in 1936.

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Not that Bill Tilde Don Budge Ellsworth Vines nor Jack Kramer Pancho Gonzales.....or Pete Sampras Andre Agassi wene’nt complete players. But the hour glass of time vanquished, has Great Britain in the 24 year old Scot’s pumping adrenalin and hunger finally bringing home the gold since those 1936 "Fred Perry" longings.
The moral of the story is that in Wimbledon’s humbling defeat, their lies a straight set conquest, the Swiss Federer, relinguishing the "gold" but not his 17 grand slams as the greatest compete court player of this century and of all time.

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By hiring Ivan Lendl as his coach, the Scotchman’s hunger grew extra dimensional, Lendl a steadying power over the waning 20^th century. Czechoslovakia has engendered all court players
since the Fred Perry 1936 yesterdays.
"Didn’t Joel take lessons from Kossalow in Scarsdale in the aftermath of his bullying syndrome...fastest kid in the 60 yard dash, identifying with George Washington("the father of our country"), the Bensonhurst Booty Jr High senior play."
"What more worlds were there to conquer....except himself," said Kristalball.

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The Scotchman no longer has Federer as his model. Identifying with his hero and the classic complete game of his coach .... Jack Kramer, Pancho Gonzales ("complete power") Ted Schroeder. (+a refrigeration engineer")
"The other side of Murray’s achievement is he maturation and evolution. His mother and father divorced, a God like surrogate taking over, planting the seed of love and support. The constancy
"Love’s labour lost" in that Scotch town of several thousand.
"To grow from those acorns to an oak is one for the book quoteth Bill Stern..
Right Stanley? Right."

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Didn’t"Frank Parker’s search for his father coach, Mercer Beasley, then when they split, he married the coach’s wife and mother.",said Friedman into his own Freudian tonic, going back to Herby Titman’s clay courts at Utica&Church
Then Jake Javitz before he became a New York United States Senator, stroking balls with Harry...oh what’s his last name? Help me help me, Kristalball?
"Harry Dismond, you going senile? Harry was the clarinet playing cop. He taught Criminology Van Nuysat Valley Community College during the 70's ," said Friedman. "Julie Raskin, his
brother Tubby, were of the mix.
" Joel re stringing racquets for Herby. Lefty Goldstein grooving" his steady game at the baseline."

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Joel. evolved into the Parkville, Tony Violo’s supper club. Six clay courts in Ocxean Parkway’s Flatbush. Ten or twenty bucks an hour depending whether you took the complete entree.....
.Before Sampras, Federer, the likes of Budge Patty, Jimmy Connors, Arthur Ashe. Andre
Agassi..the Aussies Adrian Quist John Bromich Rod Laver Newcombe.....Ken Roswall Lew Hoad.
Of coach Harry Hopkins elite.....double singles . You name it.

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Seventy six years since dapper Fed Perry in his amateur status, amateurs could not play for a anything but purees. The game’s reality was like "Chariot of the Fre". All sport at Cambridge. No money passing except at the bookmakers in London or Lost Wages.
Bill Stern’s radio show.....you couldn’t shill for yourself until reality set in during Vietnam?" Ripley’s "Believe it or not."
"Win one for the Gipper...one for the books"

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The steady Murray (Lendl) baseline power from both sides and the fierce killer instinct wore down the older Swiss all time complete Internationalist....gracefulness in motion .......
The Fred Perry life line comes to a close. His dashing handsomeness, wearing those white flannels. Trading in his reputation to sell clothes, bearing the famed Fred Perry line, comparable to the Southern Californian ranked woman Gussie Moran who traded in her racquet for her
white panties and blouse. Gussie Moran line*******
Hail the 24 year old lad from the village, outside Edinborough . May his hunger and flame continue to burn brightly as Roger Federer’s, in the galaxy of time vanguished....Fine tuning human existence ‘.

August 5, 2012........

Brother, can you spare a dime?

*Brother, can you spare a dime?" wasn’t the Tony Martin numero uno ballad on the ‘Make Believe Ballroom Hit Parade deja vu of 1937, chimed Friedman, a kimosabiof Saul Bellow’s "Humboldt Gift,"
Nor the "Say Whoopee" sung by Eddie Cantor in their co starring movie " AliBaba goes to town", the myth of a movie company filming an "Arabian Nights" in Baghdad. A hobo, an Eddie Cantor role , comes across the production crew .
*Cruising for approbation, off his diet of food stamps and welfare, he fells asleep into a dream......his Arabian Nights metamorphosing as Tony Martin’s "Ali Baba goes to town".

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Seventy years later, while riding the B 11 toward New China Town, the third world of passengers- Arabs Indians Puerto Ricans Israelis Italians Irish Hasidic Jews Palestinians South Americans Russians (Russian Parkway) Afro Americans. . Cell phone blackberries, I phones, the electronic spectrum smart phone, an app ignited the bus’s standing room only ...
"Did you hear, neighbor.? About the swimmer Michael Phelps breaking the Olympic record wkth 19 medals. ..you’re holding onto my hurdy gurdy knapsack,neighbor."
"The Fab Five winning the gold in gymnastics for the first time since 196."President Obama giving the word from Air Force One."
"No but your karma comes close neighbor. TonyMartin, a genie of a genius, from the Golden age of tinsel town passed on this morning at the age of 97. In West Los Angeles."
"An immortal soul, neighbor......natural causes.." said the bus driver, overhearing the conversation. "Next stop 39^th Street. Jackie Gleason’s ("Ralph Kramden)" depot. "

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Time ticking by thru the seventy years of a flashback Tony Martin in the aftermath of his split with Alice Faye, he and his frau of some sixty years to come, Cyd Charisse, were dining with Jack Benny and his Mary Livingston.
""Tony , who’sd your dentist?. With your smile, showing your teeth, you transcend radio. When televisdion arrives, you’ become the largest star in Hollywood’s galaxy.. Believe me."said the comic and violinist, nudging his second banana, Mary Livingstone .
"We’re still in the dark agess. Bobby Breen Dick Powell, Dennis Day,"claimed Jack Benny.
"Jack, I’m not Jack Teagarden. You stereotype my voice," said the twenty four year handsome crooner, flashing that fourteen carat smile, which he attributes to his genetic Russian biology.
"With luck and determinism, you heroic warm sound could go far," said the comedian. Your exs’ Alice Faye’s Phil Harris holds the cards. Tony. It’s his wave length with Paley and CBS. Phil has the magnetisdm with Bobby Dick or Dennis. It’s his call." said the Hillcrest Country club crony of George Burns at the gin rummy table and the "fore" on the 18 hole course..,
Playing alongside Irving F, his brother in law, and Alan W., Jack Benny was in his element. If the Gods of show business meaning Phil Harris ast the bandstand was the maestro,then Tony Martin had to cast his lot with Eddie Cantor, the silver screen of those depreession laden thirties.
FDR’s New Deal, the WPA projects, hawking nickel sodas for a markup of two cents from the iced baby carriage, the sodas bought from Meyer Lansky’s warehouse in Brownsville, Bugsy Siegal, the "gamer", to escort the watering tour in East Flatbush
"A nickel a pickle," cried the baby carriage wheeler dealer. The sweaty construction laborers, hailing the 9 year old kid. "Ya got a root beer kiddo?".,. .
Within the hour glass... the unyielding sands of time , measuring the moment, Tony Martin and Cyd Carrise threw the dice.... celluloid notoriety singing and dancing success, drank to their good fortune.
"Tony Cyd..Mary and I drink to your fulfillment and happiness.. May the Gods watch over your voice ..it’s agility.....thru the ages."

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"So Major Fenton," said Friedman into his role of the Devil’s advocate, comparable to Stanley Kristalball from East Flatbush. His father delivering the mail until his retirement. Ssaturday deliveries and Hugh deficits forced him to rethink his route thru changing neighborhoods.
Hundred year old patrons reviving their souls in nursing homes. The Midwood movie p[alace on Avenue J becoming an ophthalmology campus for Marvin Kochman’s KLM heirs."You get the drift?"
　
Once the marquee featured Alan Ladd and Veronica Lake "This gun for hire". The fantasy becoming the reality in the Auro, Colorado Batman massacre, the once San Diego nerd exhausting his failed post graduate options went on a ballistic tirade at the Batrman’s midnight showing....his calls for "help" University shrink chiatrist tried to farm it out, while the Batman producer Mister Aragon shared insights on the scenario.’s innardss for an hour vis a vi Bell telephone.....
Morphing as the Joker, Batman’s nemesis, dying his once curly locks red, he mowed down his captive audience.

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Tony Martin’s hour glass of the sands of time interwined with trhe saupper club circuit in Brooklyn’s Ocean Parkway. Tony Viola bought the Parkville and booked Tony Martin Frank Sinotra, hiring Joel Adler as the tennis pro for the six clay courts.,bordering the Macdonald Avenue cemetery........thru Bay Parkway, 20^th Avenue, FDR High School.Thru the ages," was Jack Benny’s prophetic toast to the handsome singing matinee idol, and his dancincing frau (Fred Astaire’s partner, apres Ginger Rogers) that evening sixz decades earlier ,neither knowing he would flow into perpetual motion like a whirlwind of an Olympian
singing tumbler in the London Olympics.
　
98 years old .... to live thru the 20^th t century Our own freshman blue eyes first sighting his ballading at the post World War 2 USO encampment on Sunset Boulevard,,,his relaxed stance, his soul transcending the romantic vocals of "Strangers on a train:."His own inexorable karma of determinism.

The city that never sleeps, August 2, 2012