For What Began As Sorrow, Turned To Joy, Later

For I was at my Usher Station in St Thomas Apostle-Woodhaven, Queens, listening to Mournful News from The Pulpit:

A Parishioner named Patrick Brady had died. His Mass Of The Resurrection is Today @ 9:45AM;

His Daughter, a Power Cantor called Dorothea, left by the front door by the Sacristy. I greeted her with Condolences. We BOTH burst into tears, as both of us had lost both of our parents(Mom, in '94, after the NY Rangers Won The Stanley Cup & 2 Days after Baseball Players went on Strike & Dad, in Y2K, just before the NY Mets opened in Japan, in the Year Of The Subway Series & assorted Phantom Calls by Umpires), as she said that we're of the age where we only have our Parents for a Short Time. Sad But TRUE;

So I went on my Journey to Professor Thom's in Manhattan;
Jets Fans, Ye are such people of LITTLE HOPE, as you gave your tickets to Steelers Fans;
Wait! Aren't you the same people who tend to populate a Giant "Toilet" in The Bronx? I do know that a # of you are the Bleacher Creatures. Oh, Well!
For the 1st Time since I was 24 Years Old, the Jets defeated the Best Defensive Team in all of The NFL, 19-16, in OT. It was a Grand Ol' Upset;

Then, The NE Pats DESTROYED Buffalo, 56-10, with another Brady, a Yankees Fan named Tom, who lives Offseason in the West Village called Greenwich, with his Modeling GF, methodically picking apart the Bills Defense;

For Sorrow Turned To Joy;

Mike-RSN-NYC-Queens