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| Susan and Bob Mets Game at Shea Stadium, NY |
LET’S GO METS!
Published Long Story Short, Pancakes in Heaven,
Lindy Gazette, Great South Bay
Published Long Story Short, Pancakes in Heaven,
Lindy Gazette, Great South Bay
Baseball season begins
Cheering Mets onto winBob and Susan at opening Day
Let’s go Mets all the way
Stadium fans cheer and roar
Run the bases and score
Teams in field line up by name
To play the baseball game
It’s a pitch and hit to home
Under the stadium dome
By a swing not allow
The ball is toss to foul
Suddenly Bob stands up tall
Bob catches the foul ball
His lucky catch took aim
As the Mets won the game
Written by Susan Marie Davniero
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| Darryl Strawberry Mets baseball player |
We recently saw Darryl Strawberry in his free appearance as guest speaker at Faith Tabernacle in West Babylon, LI. The people had come to see a baseball player, yet, that wasn’t all they got - they got to know the man.
Few know the thrill of victory and the agony of defeat as Strawberry has as a revered grand slam slugger. Yet, for all his glory he hit the lows and from there he spoke. Baseball has its place, but ego does not. Essentially, he walked the talk and he found his faith. He was eager to reach the attentive crowd. These days his new fans will come to know the new Darryl.
With a name familiarity with his fans he has turn his celebrity to spread the good word. Given the free appearance we can assume Strawberry is pricing himself available to reach the people and by the look of the crowds they came.
Strawberry’s candor, honesty and charismatic persona enlighten us in his new position as an evangelist spreading the good word. With his faith he rose out of his dark period to see the light of a new day – he played it right. This is one championship game Strawberry is winning in the game of life.
My husband Bob is a big Mets fan and was excited to see the Straw. And when Strawberry asked the audience to clap for Jesus - Bob clapped for Jesus! I didn’t even know he knew him!
Darryl’s past was not so forgiven but understood. He stayed positive in his inspirational talk to inspire others to find the right path leaving the world a little better than how they found it. There’s always room for improvement. Perhaps in talk there is redemption. With faith he found his voice and drove home the message.
Darryl fought through a lifetime’s worth of adversity and made it his life’s goal to educate the people. He is turning a page on a post-season stage in life. In his later chapter in life he may have found his second calling to be more than a team player, but as a leader leading people on the right path.
This is a page from Strawberry’s new playbook. He lived through it all to get here as he arrived in West Babylon. Strawberry was on his game. The Straw hit another home run as a quest speaker. Strawberry is still the slugger, after all.
THE GAME OF HIS LIFE
Published 50+ Life Newsaper, Pancakes in Heaven
Published 50+ Life Newsaper, Pancakes in Heaven
Suddenly it’s summer at a baseball game. From the view of our box seats at Shea Stadium we were looking around at the baseball landscape. I have to give a nod to my twin sister, Laura, who supplied the prize box seats tickets for the home game.
We were up close and personal to the Mets baseball star players on the field warming up; close enough to take photos and get autographs. Their names stitched on the back of the team’s jerseys read like an all-star line up - Mookie, Hernandez, Dysktra, and Carter as if to name their place on the team.
The Mets 1986 World Series Championship wasn’t far behind cheering on the team this June 4, 1988 day. They didn’t look defeated. The summer sun spotlighted the champs. Given that my husband, Bob, was the loyal lifetime Mets fan forever in the group, it was really his day. I was there with him as only a wife, who hates sports but loves her husband, would be.
And Bob is really a big Mets fan. He can rattle off all the World Series dates but can’t remember his Mother’s birthday. He can listen to FAN sports talk radio non-stop day and night, even in his sleep, yet can’t hear me when I ask him to bring out the garbage. Bob even brought a pocket radio with him to listen to the game when the Rockettes kick it up at Radio City. I’m talking a real fanatic fan. Get the picture of how excited he was that day my twin sister took us all out to the ballgame.
Before the game we browsed the souvenir stands catching sight of a circular dome to display baseballs. My intuition thought we might need one if Bob catches a ball. Suggesting we buy it “just in case” Bob laughed and we returned to our seats without the sale.
A slight breeze awakens the stillness of the summer day. It was the first inning, bottom of the first, as the first batter of the Mets, Dysktra, goes up to bat. He hits a foul ball racing to the stands in our direction. The crowd cheers as our section takes to their feet extending arms readily in place to catch the flying foul ball. All eyes are on the ball.
The moment was frozen in time. Then it happens – the ball falls into Bob’s hands. He catches the ball as the crowds cheer him on. That’s as good as it gets for this Mets fan!
And my prediction had gone beyond words and became true. With ball in hand we revisited the same souvenir stand to purchase the baseball circular dome (the same one I suggested we should buy earlier that day) to display his prize catch of the day!
Thru the lens of time Bob’s catch at the game was recorded on the VCR taping the televised game at home. We were all on television as Bob proudly waves the prize ball for the camera. Perhaps Bob’s catch couldn’t quite rival Carters – yet for a moment in time Bob felt like he was in their league.
Bob’s catch of the day lives on forever on tape and in memory. Memories are made of this. For a Mets forever fan like my husband, Bob, it wasn’t just a ball game – it was the game of his life!
A summer story had just come into being.
Susan Marie Davniero
| Susan and Bob Artist Drawing Sunrise Services Summer Picnic |
THE DAY MY HUSBAND CAUGHT A FOUL BALL
Published 50+ Plus newspaper
Published 50+ Plus newspaper
The day my husband caught a foul ball began when my husband Bob and I attended a Mets baseball game at Shea Stadium. The tickets for box seats were a gift from my twin sister, Laura. Given my husband is a loyal Mets fan forever of course he was anxious to go to Shea.
Before the game we browsed the concession stands, merchants and vendors booths and paused at one souvenir merchant booth catching sight of a circular dome home to display baseballs. I wondered if it was for balls caught at the game.
A presentiment of good luck enveloped me telling my feminine intuition that Bob will catch a foul ball and we will need the baseball circular dome. Suggesting we buy the display ball case, my prediction met with my husband laughing it off. We moved on to our seats without the purchase.
The game goes on into extra innings as a slight drizzle in the air awakens the summer June day. Then it happens, a foul ball is hit off a Mets player headed our way suspended mid-air from a pitch racing to the stands as a foul. It seemed to move in slow motion as everyone stands up with extended arms ready to catch the ball. The moment was frozen in time.
The ball rides directly en route to my husband Bob’s extended hands as he catches the ball (he likes to mention that he caught the ball without a mitt). My premonition had gone beyond my words and became true.
With ball in hand we revisited the same souvenir merchant and purchased the baseball circular display dome to encompass and show off the foul ball Bob caught. The same one I predicted we would need. My words were proven right after all. Since that day, my husband Bob listens to my feminine intuition.
The story plays on at home as the game was taped and recorded on our home VCR taping the NBC broadcast. My husband catch of the day was caught on tape. The game lives forever on taped.
As luck would have it the Mets rallied into extra innings and went on to win the game! A winning day all around - it is always better to go home a winner. We had a ball the day my husband caught a foul ball at a Mets game. It doesn’t get any better than that for a avid long-time Mets fan like my husband, Bob. Essentially the day was a home run!
SPORTS FRONT PAGE NEWS
Would anyone with the exception of a few over-the-hill sexist male chauvinists want to return to a gender-segregated society? Yet, millions of men in our modern society apparently do – given the domineering proliferation of the media and news formats by way of predominate male sports agenda coverage eminence.
Sports reports coverage monopolizing news media, newspapers, and television/radio broadcasts invites a self-importance world of privilege that the male is privy to with induction into a select “boys” club’ superiority. (In my opinion, the women seeking membership chose to join the winning men’s team rather than fight a losing battle.)
If newspaper editors really think that sports stories merits front page newspapers covers eclipsing hard news, are justify to pre-empt televised network broadcasts, or monopolizing our news and media outlets, then those editors are just “dumb jocks.”
Susan Marie Davniero
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| Mets Game at Shea Stadium |
DUMB JOCKS
Published New York Post
Published New York Post
If sports fans agree with the newspapers editors and really think that sports merits front page newspaper covers eclipsing hard news, are justify to pre-empt televised network broadcasts or monopolizing our news and media outlets, then those men are just “dumb jocks” too.
Susan Marie Davniero
Our mothers are gone, yet I will always remember how my
mother arranged the blind date that changed my life. One day my mother went to
a luncheon and exchange photos with family friend, Helen, my wife's mother. One
of my mother Gig's photos was of her single son, me Bob. Helen gave my mother
Susan's phone number and the rest is history. It was love at first sight.
Apparently, Mother's do know best, after all. We both easily gave up our
carefree single life to happily marry and never looked back. We married July 1,
1979 in Saint James Church in Seaford, NY. We have been happily married ever
since.
Robert Davniero
BOB'S HIGH
SCHOOL DAYS- At Holy Cross HS
(To my husband Robert Davniero)
At Holy Cross he comes to depend
As if it was his best of friend
Faithful High School of command
Rises above he will stand
Tuition befalls on his parent's concern
His boyish thoughts are to learn
Faculty's lessons to fill his need
As he follows guidance to succeed
Knowledge rewards build to acquire To store away
for this young squire Beyond the wealth of books for some He plays sports
ballgames to be won
His term of
school years forward on to date
With honorable degree he proudly graduates
Bygone High School days are of the past
Yet, the memories found today still last
written by Robert's wife, Susan Marie Davniero
THE NEW YORK JETS
Published: New York Post January 31, 2011
Given the onslaught of overblown coverage, monopolizing newspaper front pages and back pages and boasting of winning, the Jets got what they deserved.
Alas, braggarts never win. The Jets madness had to stop.
Susan Marie Davniero
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METS VISIT AT WALTER REED
There are times when we re-examine that which is important or where we are going - perhaps for the Mets players visiting Walter Reed Hospital
From the battles waged in war to the wounded at Walter Reed the soldiers’ honors are enthroned forever. Glory is due them. Alas, sometimes the wounds are slow to heal; yet, however the aspiring visits by the Mets players may be therapeutic and boost morale.
When the Mets players recently visited the Walter Reed Hospital Medical Center
On behalf of their patriotic service and sacrifice, we join in with the Mets players to salute the real heroes at Walter Reed.
Susan and Robert Davniero
Perhaps newspaper editors should cease referring to sports players as heroes when there are real heroes who risk their lives, such as firemen, police and military. Naming a sport player as a hero is a four-letter foul!
Copyright ©
2013 Newsday.
Our mothers are gone, yet I will always remember how my mother arranged the blind date that changed my life. One day my mother went to a luncheon and exchange photos with family friend, Helen, my wife’s mother. One of my mother Gig’s photos was of her single son, me Bob. Helen gave my mother Susan’s phone number and the rest is history. It was love at first sight.
Apparently, Mother’s do know best, after all. We both easily gave up our carefree single life to happily marry and never looked back. We married July 1, 1979 in Saint James Church in Seaford, NY. We have been happily married ever since.
Robert and Susan Davniero
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| Susan and Bob Bowling |
SPORT PLAYERS HEROES
Published: New York Daily News
Perhaps newspaper editors should cease referring to sports players as heroes when there are real heroes who risk their lives, such as firemen, police and military. Naming a sport player as a hero is a four-letter foul!
Susan and Robert Davniero
SPORTING A METS SHIRT
Attention all sports fans! I have a tip for fans to
sportingly dress the part cheering their team on wearing their favorite team
logos polo and tee shirts proudly on their chest.
Recently we struck out looking for METS polo shirt for
my husband, Bob - #1 METS fan. None of the stores seem to have classic METS
polo with the METS logo fitting Bob that he could boast wearing on dress down
day. Whatever was left was just second rate tees, wrong sizing or illuminated
with bright orange stripes looking like a crossing guard. It look liked we lost
the game.
Yet, we rally at home plate and scored a home run.
While glancing at the METS logo on one of Bob’s cards he had at home I thought
it would look good a solid navy polo. An idea came to me as I cut out the METS
circular logo and simply sewed it onto one of Bob’s navy polo shirts. Bob
cheered; “It looks like one of the shirts
in the stores. I’ll wear it Friday dress down day.” And we turned a lost
into a win.
We stay in the game as we shop around for METS decals
logos sold at crafts department to sew onto other polo shirts.
That being said, being sportsmanlike, I contacted the
METS Official MLB Homepage online to even the score asking permission to use
the METS insignia logo on my husband’s shirts.
We got a pass from METS homepage that we’re playing by the rules, allowing the usage of applying METS logo on polo/tee shirts for personal use. Yet, selling METS insignia logo is a foul and would be plagiarizing Major League Baseball trademarks. And now Bob can be decked out sporting a METS shirt! Game on - Let’s Go Mets!
Susan and Robert Davniero
We got a pass from METS homepage that we’re playing by the rules, allowing the usage of applying METS logo on polo/tee shirts for personal use. Yet, selling METS insignia logo is a foul and would be plagiarizing Major League Baseball trademarks. And now Bob can be decked out sporting a METS shirt! Game on - Let’s Go Mets!
Susan and Robert Davniero
| Doc Goodman Mets Player Autograph |
Newsday Newspaper Opinion
Letters: A-Rod must now pay the price
Published Newsday 8/7/13
Re: Yankees Alex Rodriguez - Letters to the
Editor
Alex Rodriguez needs baseball more than baseball
needs A-Rod. A-Rod’s career may end yet baseball will live
on.
This is A-Rod’s Judgement Day. In lost income, he
will pay the price of using drugs. This unsportsmanlike play tells of A-Rod’s
need to win at any cost.
Susan and Bob Davniero
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| Published NY Post Sports |
DAILY NEWS VOICERS
SUIT YOURELF
Sports Illustrated Bathing Suit Issue
Apparently, Sports Illustrated Bathing Suit Issue photo ops are of
all women. Yet, men deserve to be included equality modeling swimsuits with the
magazine’s sexist exhibition layout.
Let’s hear it for the men to be included in the issue and also be
looked upon with the same bias evaluation, humiliation and indignity as women.
After all, it should be equal rights for men and woman.
Susan Marie Davniero
Our mothers are gone, yet I will always remember how my mother arranged the blind date that changed my life. One day my mother went to a luncheon and exchange photos with family friend, Helen, my wife’s mother. One of my mother Gig’s photos was of her single son, me Bob. Helen gave my mother Susan’s phone number and the rest is history. It was love at first sight.
Apparently, Mother’s do know best, after all. We both easily gave up our carefree single life to happily marry and never looked back. We married July 1, 1979 in Saint James Church in Seaford, NY. We have been happily married ever since.
Robert and Susan Davniero
| Bob Holy Cross 1970 |
BOB’S HIGH SCHOOL DAYS - At Holy
Cross HS
(To my
husband Robert Davniero)
Published Poet's Art, Pancakes in Heaven, Long Short Story and Holy Cross Alumni
At Holy
Cross he comes to depend
As if it
was his best of friend
Faithful
High School of command
Rises
above he will stand
Tuition
befalls on his parent’s concern
His
boyish thoughts are to learn
Faculty’s
lessons to fill his need
As he
follows guidance to succeed
Knowledge
rewards build to acquire
To store
away for this young squire
Beyond
the wealth of books for some
He plays
sports ballgames to be won
His term
of school years forward on to date
With
honorable degree he proudly graduates
Bygone
High School days are of the past
Yet, the
memories found today still last
written
by Robert’s wife, Susan Marie Davniero
THE NEW YORK METS
Ya’ Gotta
Believe
Ya Gotta Believe - The Mets came out swinging and delivered a winning
knockout of 3 Subway Series ball games. Staged at the stadium, it’s a ballgame
of David beating Goliath when the second class Mets beat the high price
Yankees.
Apparently, the Mets just seem to have it this year to
win and the Yankees seem to have lost their mojo. Crown the Mets the King of
Queens at Citifield, as the Mets score off the Yankees errors.
Let’s cheer on the Mets momentum to go the distance
and hit it out of the park to take the Subway Series Title. Let’s go Mets!
Robert and Susan Davniero
Let's Go Met's Again!
Published Great South Bay Magazine
Baseball season begins
Cheering Mets on to win
Fans come opening day
Let’s go Mets all the way
The Stadium fans roar
Run the bases and score
Teams line up by name
To play the baseball game
It’s a pitch and hit to home
Under the stadium dome
The Mets win at home
The fans all hope and cheer
For the World Series this year!
by Susan Marie Davniero
| Bob's 60th Year |
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| Published The Babylon Beacon
THE GAME OF HIS LIFE
Suddenly it’s summer at a baseball game. From the view of our box seats at Shea Stadium we were looking around at the baseball landscape. I have to give a nod to my twin sister, Laura, who supplied the prize box seats tickets for the home game.
We were up close and personal to the Mets baseball star players on the field warming up; close enough to take photos and get autographs. Their names stitched on the back of the team’s jerseys read like an all-star line up - Mookie, Hernandez, Dysktra, and Carter as if to name their place on the team.
The Mets 1986 World Series Championship wasn’t far behind cheering on the team this June 4, 1988 day. They didn’t look defeated. The summer sun spotlighted the champs. Given that my husband, Bob, was the loyal lifetime Mets fan forever in the group, it was really his day. I was there with him as only a wife, who hates sports but loves her husband, would be.
And Bob is really a big Mets fan. He can rattle off all the World Series dates but can’t remember his Mother’s birthday. He can listen to FAN sports talk radio non-stop day and night, even in his sleep, yet can’t hear me when I ask him to bring out the garbage. Bob even brought a pocket radio with him to listen to the game when the Rockettes kick it up at Radio City. I’m talking a real fanatic fan. Get the picture of how excited he was that day my twin sister took us all out to the ballgame.
Before the game we browsed the souvenir stands catching sight of a circular dome to display baseballs. My intuition thought we might need one if Bob catches a ball. Suggesting we buy it “just in case” Bob laughed and we returned to our seats without the sale.
A slight breeze awakens the stillness of the summer day. It was the first inning, bottom of the first, as the first batter of the Mets, Dysktra, goes up to bat. He hits a foul ball racing to the stands in our direction. The crowd cheers as our section takes to their feet extending arms readily in place to catch the flying foul ball. All eyes are on the ball.
The moment was frozen in time. Then it happens – the ball falls into Bob’s hands. He catches the ball as the crowds cheer him on. That’s as good as it gets for this Mets fan!
And my prediction had gone beyond words and became true. With ball in hand we revisited the same souvenir stand to purchase the baseball circular dome (the same one I suggested we should buy earlier that day) to display his prize catch of the day!
Thru the lens of time Bob’s catch at the game was recorded on the VCR taping the televised game at home. We were all on television as Bob proudly waves the prize ball for the camera. Perhaps Bob’s catch couldn’t quite rival Carters – yet for a moment in time Bob felt like he was in their league.
Bob’s catch of the day lives on forever on tape and in memory. Memories are made of this. For a Mets forever fan like my husband, Bob, it wasn’t just a ball game – it was the game of his life!
A summer story had just come into being.
Susan Marie Davniero
THE DAY MY HUSBAND CAUGHT A FOUL BALL
The day my husband caught a foul ball began when my husband Bob and I attended a Mets baseball game at Shea Stadium. The tickets for box seats were a gift from my twin sister, Laura. Given my husband is a loyal Mets fan forever of course he was anxious to go to Shea.
Before the game we browsed the concession stands, merchants and vendors booths and paused at one souvenir merchant booth catching sight of a circular dome home to display baseballs. I wondered if it was for balls caught at the game.
A presentiment of good luck enveloped me telling my feminine intuition that Bob will catch a foul ball and we will need the baseball circular dome. Suggesting we buy the display ball case, my prediction met with my husband laughing it off. We moved on to our seats without the purchase.
The game goes on into extra innings as a slight drizzle in the air awakens the summer June day. Then it happens, a foul ball is hit off a Mets player headed our way suspended mid-air from a pitch racing to the stands as a foul. It seemed to move in slow motion as everyone stands up with extended arms ready to catch the ball. The moment was frozen in time.
The ball rides directly en route to my husband Bob’s extended hands as he catches the ball (he likes to mention that he caught the ball without a mitt). My premonition had gone beyond my words and became true.
With ball in hand we revisited the same souvenir merchant and purchased the baseball circular display dome to encompass and show off the foul ball Bob caught. The same one I predicted we would need. My words were proven right after all. Since that day, my husband Bob listens to my feminine intuition.
The story plays on at home as the game was taped and recorded on our home VCR taping the NBC broadcast. My husband catch of the day was caught on tape. The game lives forever on taped.
As luck would have it the Mets rallied into extra innings and went on to win the game! A winning day all around - it is always better to go home a winner. We had a ball the day my husband caught a foul ball at a Mets game. It doesn’t get any better than that for a avid long-time Mets fan like my husband, Bob. Essentially the day was a home run!
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Suddenly it’s summer at a baseball game. From the view of our box seats at Shea Stadium we were looking around at the baseball landscape. I have to give a nod to my twin sister, Laura, who supplied the prize box seats tickets for the home game.
We were up close and personal to the Mets baseball star players on the field warming up; close enough to take photos and get autographs. Their names stitched on the back of the team’s jerseys read like an all-star line up - Mookie, Hernandez, Dysktra, and Carter as if to name their place on the team.
The Mets 1986 World Series Championship wasn’t far behind cheering on the team this June 4, 1988 day. They didn’t look defeated. The summer sun spotlighted the champs. Given that my husband, Bob, was the loyal lifetime Mets fan forever in the group, it was really his day. I was there with him as only a wife, who hates sports but loves her husband, would be.
And Bob is really a big Mets fan. He can rattle off all the World Series dates but can’t remember his Mother’s birthday. He can listen to FAN sports talk radio non-stop day and night, even in his sleep, yet can’t hear me when I ask him to bring out the garbage. Bob even brought a pocket radio with him to listen to the game when the Rockettes kick it up at Radio City. I’m talking a real fanatic fan. Get the picture of how excited he was that day my twin sister took us all out to the ballgame.
Before the game we browsed the souvenir stands catching sight of a circular dome to display baseballs. My intuition thought we might need one if Bob catches a ball. Suggesting we buy it “just in case” Bob laughed and we returned to our seats without the sale.
A slight breeze awakens the stillness of the summer day. It was the first inning, bottom of the first, as the first batter of the Mets, Dysktra, goes up to bat. He hits a foul ball racing to the stands in our direction. The crowd cheers as our section takes to their feet extending arms readily in place to catch the flying foul ball. All eyes are on the ball.
The moment was frozen in time. Then it happens – the ball falls into Bob’s hands. He catches the ball as the crowds cheer him on. That’s as good as it gets for this Mets fan!
And my prediction had gone beyond words and became true. With ball in hand we revisited the same souvenir stand to purchase the baseball circular dome (the same one I suggested we should buy earlier that day) to display his prize catch of the day!
Thru the lens of time Bob’s catch at the game was recorded on the VCR taping the televised game at home. We were all on television as Bob proudly waves the prize ball for the camera. Perhaps Bob’s catch couldn’t quite rival Carters – yet for a moment in time Bob felt like he was in their league.
Bob’s catch of the day lives on forever on tape and in memory. Memories are made of this. For a Mets forever fan like my husband, Bob, it wasn’t just a ball game – it was the game of his life!
Susan Marie Davniero
LET’S GO METS!
Published Pancakes in Heaven, Great South Bay Magazine
Published Pancakes in Heaven, Great South Bay Magazine
Baseball season begins
Cheering Mets onto win
Cheering Mets onto win
Bob and Susan at opening Day
Let’s go Mets all the way
Stadium fans cheer and roar
Run the bases and score
Teams in field line up by name
To play the baseball game
It’s a pitch and hit to home
Under the stadium dome
By a swing not allow
The ball is toss to foul
Suddenly Bob stands up tall
Bob catches the foul ball
His lucky catch took aim
As the Mets won the game
Let’s go Mets all the way
Stadium fans cheer and roar
Run the bases and score
Teams in field line up by name
To play the baseball game
It’s a pitch and hit to home
Under the stadium dome
By a swing not allow
The ball is toss to foul
Suddenly Bob stands up tall
Bob catches the foul ball
His lucky catch took aim
As the Mets won the game
Written by Susan Marie Davniero
| Susan and Bob Artist Drawing Sunrise Services Summer Picnic |
| Birthday Bob December 23 2014 Unwrapping Christmas Day My husband Bob's birthday Is nearby Christmas Day His December 23 birthday Comes only two days away Christmas Eve is tomorrow And yet it is Bob who follows The Lord Jesus Holy way Unwrapping Christmas Day Wishing Bob Happy Birthday written by Susan Marie Davniero |
Bob's Birthday Mets Present Met's Blanket |
NY POST PUBLISHED
Letter to the Editor
Congrats to American Pharoah path to victory! The horse with the misspelled name led all the way winning the Triple Crown - the first since 1978 putting New York's Belmont Stakes on the map making headlines. Could only happen in New York! I join the thousands of fans cheering the win!
Jockey Victor Espinoza was on the ride of his life - as his name, Victor, is apt for victory! As American Pharoah also lived up to his name - as a majestic thoroughbred 'Pharoah' wears the Triple Crown!
American Pharoah is an American hero in horse racing history!
Bob Davniero
Published NY POST
Football Tom Brady Suspension
Suddenly its deflategate headlines again...as appeal is denied and suspension enforce. Tom Brady is benched. Deflated footballs is unsportsmanlike...all is fair in football and deflated footballs.
Robert Davniero
| Birthday Baby Bobby |
Unwrapping Christmas Day
published Pancakes in Heaven
My husband Bob's birthday
Is nearby Christmas Day
His December 23 birthday
Comes only two days away
Christmas Eve is tomorrow
And yet it is Bob who follows
The Lord Jesus Holy way
Unwrapping Christmas Day
Wishing Bob Happy Birthday
written by Susan Marie Davniero
published Pancakes in Heaven
My husband Bob's birthday
Is nearby Christmas Day
His December 23 birthday
Comes only two days away
Christmas Eve is tomorrow
And yet it is Bob who follows
The Lord Jesus Holy way
Unwrapping Christmas Day
Wishing Bob Happy Birthday
written by Susan Marie Davniero
| Bob's December 23 Birthday |
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