Every morning, I stop at the eDeli in the building where I work for a cup of coffee.  They have a tv hanging from the corner tuned to the Today Show.  For the past 2 months at approximately 7:15 when I arrive, it has been the same old show….the Gulf oil spill.  When was the last time you saw me post here out of frustration?  Well, this is it…

Seriously…WHO cares about the flow rate??????  The fact of the matter is there is something coming out of the hole that BP made in the earth that is polluting the water and beaches all long the the Gulf Coast.  And destroying the livelihoods of many, many folks including from those that were handed down through the generations.

If this was your kitchen sink, would you care how much is leaking from the faucet or would you rather not have a leak at all?  A drip is a drip, right?  Would you do anything and everything to stop it…short term and/or long term?  How many people will it take?

JUST PLUG THE HOLE!!!  Then we can worry about everything else. Stuff some rags down there….make a cork…clamp a pipe with a shutoff valve over the hole…heck, stuff Heyward’s butt down there and if that doesn’t work, throw in Svanberg’s!

PLUG THE HOLE!  I honestly don’t care about a $20B pot of money or flow rate or how many skimmers we need or what Stephen Chu is (and isn’t) doing or the size of the spill or “gag orders” or “small people” or whatever else is the after-result of “recklessness”. 

Now would it enlighten the news media to focus on the task at hand and talk about what ideas have been mentioned.  At last count according to my local paper, there were 35,000 ideas being sent to BP on how to stop the leak.  Get to the facts…the facts of the reality of the situation which is a totally out of control earthly flatulence attack.

And the bottom line of all of this is not $….its responsibility and accountability.   It is all BP’s fault and problem.  If they can’t fix the problem, find someone who can…and find them NOW.

P.S.  Someone posted on my Facebook page….but what will happen when a hurricane blows through?  Bless those poor people and animals….

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We woke up at 4AM to a cool crisp moony morning.  Two cups of Tim Horton’s, a protein bar and 16 oz. of HEED and out the door by 5:30, we go flying down the 33 to the Hyatt, downtown Buffalo.  The joint and streets were already jumping and we were lucky enough to get a parking spot a couple of hundred yards from the finish line.  We quickly met up with Linda and Kingsley.  Linda and Steph made up half of a Female Masters Relay team with the others being Diane who had just flown back from California and Carolyn.  Kingsley and I were going to try to pace each other along with Mike.

The course runs along the west side of Buffalo before going along the river and then out to the harbor.  After coming out of the harbor, it heads south through the Irish neighborhood of South Buffalo and through what is left of the grain mills and the steel manufacturing center that Buffalo was famous for in the early and middle part of the 20th century.  And finally, it head back towards the convention center where the crowd 5 deep packed both sides of the street.

As I said before, my goal was to finish in under 2 hours.  In order to do that, I would have to average 9:10 for a mile.  For the first three miles, I stuck with Kingsley who is a more experienced distance runner with a pace under 8 minutes.  At the same time, the sun was starting to come up.  With not one single cloud in the sky nor a breeze, it got hot fast.  Even with the water stops spaced out every 2 miles starting at the 3 mile mark, I was drenched so much that you could wring the sweat out of my shorts and singlet.

Once we hit the river, the sun was right in front of me and for the next five miles, it stayed there.  There was no shade or any part of the course where we could get a reprieve from it.  At one point, I was starting to get light-headed which meant I had to slow down.  At the next water stop, a dousing of water and couple of swigs of Gatorade and I was back to normal.  But this meant I had to slow my pace down.  Keep in mind, I am lugging a good 195 lbs. around.  Kingsley, I have to surmise, probably weights about 160.  You’ll be surprise how much faster one can get if they shed even 5 lbs.  Yea, I know…I need to slim down more but I am gonna blame Steph’s cooking and the king sized portions she makes.  She keeps forgetting that its just the two of us for dinner most nights!

Meanwhile, from miles 4 to 7 my splits are nearly equal and for that entire distance the gap was no more than 10 seconds.  I had finally fallen into a groove where I was comfortable even with the sun bearing down.  That stretch of the course was relatively flat.  From miles 7 to 11, I started slowing.  It was at this part of the course where we encounter what felt like 3 monster uphills – overpasses that cross the railroad tracks.  When you are running like I did, your body starts to fall into a relaxing zone.  So imagine with a quarter of tank of energy, you have to chug uphill 3 times…OY!  At this point, my times were in the 9s.  Even for a first half marathon, this was decent and well within my goal of getting in under 2 hours.

THEN…in the middle of mile 11, you’re coming down from a straight where your view is totally obscured by buildings.  You see the runners making a left turn.  You also see city hall and the convention center.  You look at your watch – a little more than a mile to go!!  BOOM!  The biggest baddest overpass!  I am like…I need instant prayers to get up this one.  Typically, when you can see the course ahead you can prepare for it.  And after 11 miles, you can sometimes forget what lays ahead other than the finish line.  I was totally unprepared for this.  It was like a sucker punch.  And at the same time, I felt like that dreaded “wall” was coming up!

With the heat and a little more than a mile to go, I did what I felt was prudent for someone who not only was running his first half marathon but who not even a year ago, suffered a heart attack.  I walked up the hill.  And so, that was probably worth a 2 minute premium on my time.  Even still, I was well on my way to breaking 2 hours.  For the last mile, cheered on by God, the angels in spirit,  friends, fellow runners, strangers, cowbells and the most wonderful sight of all…Steph, I was able to triumphantly run that last mile in with just enough gas to make it to the finish line collapsing shortly thereafter.  The feeling and euphoria of accomplishing what I thought would be impossible because of what happened eleven months early just so overcame me with tears.

I was six minutes under my goal…I finished in 1:54:18, good enough for 516 overall out of 2,514 half marathoners.  And Steph and her team, the Fast 50′s, took 2nd place in the Female Masters relay.  Now that I have accomplished what I set out to achieve – that it’s all about the guts….the GUTS, I am now looking forward to that next summit – a full marathon!

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Inspired by another CIer who loves to see God’s creation through her lens, I have decided to revive an old hobby of mine – photography. 

Armed with my newest toy, a Nikon D3000 you can find some of my pictures on Facebook or on a new website I created Welcome to Sam Spritzer’s Picture Site.

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  • it is healthy
  • the rush and the high of crossing the finish line is a victory for the greater good
  • it is good for the mind and soul
  • I love collecting dead rabbits
  • my wife runs
  • Steve Prefontaine was my hero
  • “Everyone who competes in the games goes into strict training. They do it to get a crown that will not last; but we do it to get a crown that will last forever. Therefore I do not run like a man running aimlessly; I do not fight like a man beating the air. No, I beat my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize.” – 1 Corinthians 9:25-27
  • I may not be the fastest but I want to have the most guts
  • my doctor asked me if I had a death wish when I went for a physical and my cholesterol was over 300, I was 30 pounds overweight and had a pack a day habit
  • it is the closest thing to be a free spirit
  • I love the camaraderie of being around other runners
  • it beats being a couch potato
  • I have nothing to lose and everything to gain
  • it makes everyone believe I am still in my 40s
  • I hated that my wife beat me by 4 minutes in my first race ever
  • it is an inspiration
  • I bleed Checkers AC green
  • its free
  • its in my personality
  • I love food and it keeps my weight down
  • it beats walking
  • no pain, no gain
  • I can
  • it is a great stress buster
  • I am trying to get away from all of the women chasing after me
  • I want to do what less than 1% of the population has done – run a marathon
  • nothing beats the feeling one gets when only you control your own destiny and, you do
  • I want to prove that not even a heart attack will stop me from breaking 21 minutes for a 5K
  • I look good in Checkers AC green
  • most importantly….

God gave me the ability to do so!

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Last night, someone reminded me that today we should see a blue moon. Much to my ignorance, I actually thought it was that the moon would be blue. That was until I was reminded that this is one of those rare months where the full moon appears twice hence the term “once in a blue moon”. I like to think that this year was also one of those rare years in my lifetime. As I look back, yea…it was.

I am not going to repeat everything that happened during the year. You can always browse through the categories or the months to see what my life was like. And if you know me well enough, I am sure you have vivid memories of what it was like for me. There is a lot of great, good, bad and ugly.

I can tell you that gone are the reasons for the bad and the ugly. Today is the last day I am going to think about them. In their place, among the great and the good, is a renewed sense of desire and commitment to be the best person I can possible be; to God, my family, friends, and myself.

To everyone, I wish you all a Happy New Year and may 2010 be the best year you possible could have.

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This holiday season happens to be a very special one. In some respects, I don’t want to nor do I deserve to celebrate it. It is because of those fateful days, June 29th, 30th and July 1st that makes me think the way I am. After all, isn’t it suppose to be a time where friends and family get together to celebrate the Twelve Days of Christmas, the Festival of Lights or Kwanzaa and, share in the celebration?

As I look back at thirty some odd years, however long I have known Steph, I come to realize that this holiday season is very different from the others.

The pile of presents under the tree is like we haven’t finished wrapping all of the presents. That is partially due to the fact that I am among the masses of unemployed, a victim of the current recession and downturn of the economy. I remember years ago, perhaps as far back as the 80s how I used to compete with my brother-in-law (Steph’s twin sister’s husband) for the mostest, biggest, bestest presents in the entire family. I mean, it would take days and days to shop and, hours and hours to wrap.

I think back in those days we spent over $500 dollars just to heap bribery after bribery onto the kids with hopes they would behave their best for the coming year. Ha! We would be lucky if we got 36 hours of haloed behavior out of them. Or, I would be tickled thrilled that Steph “loved” her gifts. Or better yet, I would pretend the “OH WOW…these are the best presents I could ever get!” attitude.

Then came that fateful moment on the floor of the bathroom and the ensuring moments. Nothing could have prepared me for that…NOTHING! In the midst of it all, the EMTs thought I had a stroke. It wasn’t till an hour later in the ER when the diagnosis of “mild heart attack” came back. I looked at Steph and was all like “Did you hear that? I had a (bleeping) heart attack!? You gotta be kidding me!”. (see Dead Rabbits and Pixie Dust)

In the following months, as I was recovering I had a new found faith in that there was some external workings behind all this. And like many of us, became a believer. Gone was the stress of worrying, the arrogancy, the rough and raw, the me-me. In place, a more gentle, kinder, and softer person.

It really took fifty some odd years to realize that life shouldn’t be taken for granted. That we live for today. That we should be grateful for what we have. That whatever happens, happens…we’ll just be prepared and deal with it when it happens.

During the course of this year, I met and saw scores of beautiful people. From my fellow CI mentors and all of the wonderful folks at Advanced Bionics and the Bionic Ear Association. To all of those who I have IMed, emailed and finally got to meet in person in Nashville. To the countless number of CI candidates by email and in person. Two very special angels. To one very precious 11 year older. To all of my dead rabbits (who were suddenly revived) and fellow runners at Checkers AC. The 50-54ers and 55-59ers. The dinner crowd. My extended family. “Zero to 200 in nothing” and his beautiful wife. Mom, Ellen, Tom, Julie/Russ and their kids, Josh/Giosi and their kids, cousins Neal, Jeffrey, Evelyn, Leon. And of course, Steph, Mike and Dan.

I have come to realize that above all of this, the greatest gift we can give is LOVE. It doesn’t cost anything. Anyone can give it. There is no limit to how much you can give. And you can give it in any which way you want. So to each and every one of you, in speaking from my repaired heart please accept my gratitude and thanks for your tremendous outpour of support. And in return, accept my LOVE and wishes for a very wonderful Happy Holidays!

    1If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing. 3If I give all I possess to the poor and surrender my body to the flames, but have not love, I gain nothing.

    4Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.

    8Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will cease; where there are tongues, they will be stilled; where there is knowledge, it will pass away. 9For we know in part and we prophesy in part, 10but when perfection comes, the imperfect disappears. 11When I was a child, I talked like a child, I thought like a child, I reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me. 12Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known.

    13And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.
    -1 Corinthians 13

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Today, October 1st is a milestone of sorts.

First and foremost, last week I have posted on my Facebook status that I declared my house alcohol free. I also commented on that in my blog post Moderation. Ever since, I have not touch a drop. Not only it saves money…lots of it, it really feels good. In fact, despite a lot of stress because of my job search I still don’t have any desire.

Secondly, its the three month anniversary of my heart attack. Dead Rabbits and Pixie Dust is the first post on that top. There were several others leading up to today. I am looking back and reading them. I am back to running full speed. It is truly amazing at how far I have come since. I did hear of a fellow runner who was having some issues himself and wasn’t aware of them. This will be posted in the upcoming Checkers newsletter. And, this one is even scarier. I’ll post the article as soon as I can, if permitted.

It is also three months since I have been out of work. The market is tough, really tough. And to compound it, my age and hearing disability does not do any justice. Neither does the fact that for the moment, we have decided to stay in Buffalo because of our many, many friends.

Finding peace in God helps.


    “As for me, I will call upon God,
    And the LORD shall save me.
    Evening and morning and at noon
    I will pray, and cry aloud,
    And He shall hear my voice.
    He has redeemed my soul in peace from the battle that was against me,
    For there were many against me.”
    - Psalm 55:16-18
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Yesterday, I posted on my Facebook that I declared my house alcohol free. I got some pretty snick comments and a few very nice ones. And I got a few “thumbs up” as well. My mom doesn’t have a Facebook account but I know she has to be proud of me.

About a month after I had my heart attack, I was back to swigging beer. My Checker’s mom (Diane) saw me and my biological mom heard about it (thanks a lot Steph!!) and boy, I never heard the last of it. That night as many of you DON’T know, I did wound up back in the hospital the result of a reaction from the beer to the blood pressure medicines.

No, I wasn’t drunk; I don’t get drunk! My massive frame seems to hold alcohol pretty well. What it doesn’t goes down the toilet! I don’t know if its the result of some 40 years of the “good stuff” or not but the fact of the matter is among some of the changes I had/have to make because of my heart attack, this is one of the harder ones. Not the hardest…just one of the harder!

Lately, I’ve had some time to sit back, think and reflect on life. I’ve thought about some of the additional changes I could make and why. Cutting out alcohol is one. They say a glass of red wine a day is good and healthy. Yea, true! That’s not the problem! Its expensive, empty calories (I have been trying to lose 10 lbs. since oohhhhhhhh I can’t remember!), a toxic substance in one’s body and can cause someone to be more prone to making errors in judgment (see above). And my problem is I can’t seem to moderate it! So in that respect, the healthy aspect goes out the window with the 2nd FULL 8 oz. glass!

So when I mentioned it to Steph, she said “but I like a glass on wine!”. Good for you honey, hide it in the trunk of your car and go in the back of the garage (remember mom’s friend, Sam, and the flask of scotch he kept in the trunk of his). And you won’t have to worry about it staying cold in the winter either. I’ll even compromise and plow you a path to the back of the garage! But if you truly love someone, you’ll share the pain and the change especially for the better and for your own benefit.

    “I tell you the truth, anyone who has faith in me will do what I have been doing. He will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father.” – John 14:12
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“Not a word failed of any good thing which the LORD had spoken to the house of Israel. All came to pass.” -Joshua 21:45


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Sam with the Checker’s Shamrock painted on cheek

Under the beautiful clear blue sky and cool crisp air over 300 runners partook in the Lebro’s 21st Annual Fall Classic for the benefit of Carly’s Club. This race took place on one of my favorite courses. A lot of good friends were there. And most notably, TOO many of them were in the 55-59 age group! I am really having second thoughts about running in that group. If any of the guys in either the 45-49 or 50-54 age groups can agree with my female groupies, I might consider moving down.

It was a great race is an understatement. Except for a nagging post-nasal drip, I felt absolutely phenomenal. And, it was amazing how the ticker just simply hummed along. For the first time I can remember, my legs felt more tired and worn out than my chest. When I crossed the finish line, I was not completely out of breath but more like ecstatic for being able to finish the race under 22 minutes. After all, that was my goal AND I hadn’t done that yet this year.

The best part of the whole thing was feeling so good about myself without worrying about others. Achieving the goal of finishing below 22 minutes with a repaired heart and new sense of self worth is far more worth the effort than the fact that three of the runners in my age group passed me during the last quarter mile. Seeing is believing, feeling is believing. But at the end of the day, the only word one can truly count on is in that verse at the top of this post.

To all of my Jewish friends and family, shana tova umetukah!

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I have been called arrogant once in a while. Well, ok…pretty often although I haven’t heard it directly! Here is the moral of the story…

Last night, Steph and I attended a Devotation with some students at UB. Despite being the oldest in the room, it was really interesting. The study is led by Alexander Tullis who is the minister at the Amherst Church of Christ. The whole idea behind this is for my own inner peace particularly in light of my heart attack a little more than two months ago.

Last night’s discussion was about Correction. Several verses were cited but the ones that stood out the most are:

    “Mockers hate to be corrected, so they stay away from the wise.” – Proverbs 15:12
    “If you listen to constructive criticism, you will be at home among the wise.” – Proverbs 15:31
    “If you reject discipline, you only harm yourself; but if you listen to correction, you grow in understanding.” – Proverbs 15:32

As much as we tried to sit where we could see, and I could understand, everyone the conversations flew around the room faster than I could keep up. I am guessing I got about 75% of it. In general, people don’t like to be corrected or criticized. One student said it has to do with personal pride. There was a lot of other stuff being said that I didn’t catch. But that is ok.

Correction is about learning from it; giving yourself the opportunity and ability to do so. The grist of it all is that Correction makes you a better person but not better than the next person. And, being arrogant is about being better than the next person. I am taking a nice deep look at this Correction thing because arrogant is not something I want to be called anymore. I am getting off the mountain.

This Saturday is going the be my first race in my new age group (55-59). I don’t hope to be better than anyone who is already there but instead, I want to be better myself. I want to improve my own times. I know I will feel much better about myself knowing that I have make some sort of personal improvement. I won’t feel guilty knowing that someone thinks of me as an arrogant S.O.B. because I am not. I am gonna make that effort! That is all it’s about…feeling better. YEA!

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