Cry

You know how they say there's no crying in baseball? Apparently they haven't gotten that  message at the London Olympics. Have you ever seen so much blubbering in your life? These athletes cry tears of joy when they win. They cry tears of sorrow when they lose. They cry tears of frustration when they go on morning talk shows to talk about how upset they are about what's being written about them. (Yes, Lolo Jones, we're talking about you. Although if I were you, I'd probably cry, too. More on that in a minute.)

With a flick of his wrist, a U.S. Naval Academy baseball player from Orlando, Fla., tossed an upperclassman's hat atop the Herndon Monument on Monday, leading his 2016 classmates to launch into cheers of "Plebes no more!" amid roars from onlookers. "I was considering jumping and making it a little more dramatic," said Patrick Lien - who is a catcher, not pitcher, on the Navy team, "but I didn't want to fall and make a scene. " The Herndon climb was itself a scene: hundreds of plebes, or freshmen, charged a slickened, 21-foot tall granite obelisk at the service academy in Annapolis.

Our enemies have gone underground, no state, no nation, no identity. They clobber our soldiers with roadside bombs. Then they seek protection under international law or U.S. law I think most Americans agree that once we establish the identity of the enemy, it is our right to eliminate the threat ("A legitimate target?" Oct. 3). There may be some innocent bystanders. Maybe they should keep better company. Maybe they should consider working with peace loving people to eliminate these terrorists.

Susan Reimer 's commentary touched on an issue that has bothered me for years ("Babies on a plane: Can the rest of the flying public cut mom some slack?" April 4). As an executive, I have been required to travel by plane on business for well over 30 years. I fly about once a month and often more than that. As a result, I have been held captive many times to crying, screaming infants or toddlers who keep it up for most if not the entire duration of the flight. Somehow, this just doesn't seem fair.

One has to wonder about the mental acuity of a judge having the power of life and death in his hands who bans a "Choose Life" vanity plate because there is no "Choose Death" vanity plate ("Judge: 'Choose Life' license plate unconstitutional," Dec. 12). Just when I am about to cancel my subscription to The Sun for lack of interest, it publishes something that makes me double over in laughter and cry in shame at the same time. God, what have we wrought? Gary Gamber, Reisterstown Text NEWS to 70701 to get Baltimore Sun local news text alerts

RECENTLY, I read where Jackie Kennedy used to periodically go out onto a friend's boat to grieve over President Kennedy's death. She waited until she was far out to sea, looked out over the vast ocean and wept over how much she missed him, according to this account.By the time I finished reading the article, I, too, was crying.How sad to have to hide your tears. Any kind of tears. Tears over sorrow, loss and grief. Tears over beauty, joy and wonder.When President Kennedy died, the nuns at my Catholic grade school held up Jackie as a pillar of strength for not shedding a tear in public.

How good is the script for "Moment of Truth: To Walk Again," an NBC made-for-TV movie, which will air Feb. 16?"Well, first, it made me cry. I cried through the whole script. And I'm not an easy crier that way," says Blair Brown, the film's star.How good is the script for "Getting Out," an ABC made-for-TV movie, which will air during February sweeps?"I couldn't stop crying when I read it," says Rebecca DeMornay, the film's star.And how good is the script for "Byrds of Paradise," a new ABC drama series, also scheduled to arrive in February?

I heard his voice on the telephone, a nervous sigh that became a whimper that became a full-fledged, gasping sob. I had never heard my good friend Louie cry before. Honest. I thought back to the weddings and funerals we'd attended together - prime time for even male tears - and could not recall Louie crying. Not like that. It frightened me. "Cancer," he said in a quivering, almost breathless whisper because his wife was in the next room and she did not know yet.That was two years ago. Louie is still with us. He's been tough about the cancer, following doctor's orders with an Olympian's discipline.

This guy who works at TSI Harley-Davidson in Ellington, Conn., has not cried since three years ago in May, when his dog, Rusty, died."I'm a rock," the guy says, and he means it.Does his wife, to whom he has been married half his life, ever ask him to express his feelings?"

The residents of Gulfport, Miss., picked through the wreckage of their city in silence. They climbed over stacks of splintered lumber and shattered furniture, scraped soggy paper and housing insulation off their shoes, and wandered across a sunlit waterfront none of them recognized. The scene was as solemn as a funeral service until from a far corner of the city's shipping terminal, a cry for help rang out Tuesday. About a dozen people ran toward the wailing, seeking its source. Then they found it: an adult sea lion, escaped from the city's ruined aquarium, nestled against an overturned tractor near a bubbling sewer drain.

This is cracking me up. A father has started a Tumblr collection of photos of his toddler crying with captions that explain why he's crying. My two favorites so far: "He asked me to put butter on his rice. I put butter on his rice," and "I wouldn't let him drown in this pond. " Check out more here: http://reasonsmysoniscrying.tumblr.com/

When Maryland utilities replace their gas pipelines, customers have had to fork out extra money afterward — not during. But that's poised to change. Both chambers of Maryland's General Assembly, citing safety concerns, approved measures this month that would make it easier for utilities to add infrastructure surcharges of up to $2 a month to natural-gas customers' bills. It's the latest push in a tug of war over the best and fairest way to replace the nation's aging utility infrastructure, the price tag for which has been estimated in the trillions of dollars.

Ravens wide receiver Anquan Boldin and "Good Wife" star Josh Charles took on Ravens placekicker Justin Tucker and late-night host Jimmy Fallon on his show Friday night, in a spirited match of bubble soccer. You'll have to watch (left) to see who wins. Enjoy.

Standing in the Ravens' victorious locker room, Michael Phelps could not contain his emotions. The Towson native, wearing a purple shirt, took in the scene. "To be able to watch that, I was in tears," he said. "I've never cried this much for anything in my life. " Phelps won 22 Olympic medals, 18 of them gold. He is widely considered the greatest swimmer of all time. But seeing players he has come to know over the years finally achieve their ultimate goal left Phelps blubbering like the life-long fan he is. "This is a very special moment," he said.

As I have mentioned before, I think it's important for a person like myself to have a day-of coordinator. My friends who have used them say wonderful things about being less stressed and being able to enjoy the day to its fullest potential. I understand that they are useful in terms of the flow of the wedding and troubleshooting but I also believe wedding coordinators have a tendency to go above and beyond. For example, one coordinator pulled the mother of the groom out of the bathroom so she didn't miss a family photo opportunity.

One has to wonder about the mental acuity of a judge having the power of life and death in his hands who bans a "Choose Life" vanity plate because there is no "Choose Death" vanity plate ("Judge: 'Choose Life' license plate unconstitutional," Dec. 12). Just when I am about to cancel my subscription to The Sun for lack of interest, it publishes something that makes me double over in laughter and cry in shame at the same time. God, what have we wrought? Gary Gamber, Reisterstown Text NEWS to 70701 to get Baltimore Sun local news text alerts

Beauty always comes at a price. Case in point: Ubisoft's new PC title, Far Cry ($39; suitable for ages 17 and older). This first-person shooter is set on a lush, tropical island, and you play as mercenary-turned-ferryman Jack Carver. But a gang of armed thugs has blown up your boat and kidnapped your latest passenger. After washing ashore, you go exploring, with guns blazing. But your first impulse in this game isn't to shoot. It's to gawk at the stupendous graphics. Every fern, palm tree, sandy beach, tropical fish and rocky mountain is exquisitely rendered.

You don't hear the phrase the "man of the family" anymore. It's gone the way of Girl Friday and other remnants of a bygone, politically incorrect era. You remember the movies, though, of that time. The father is going off to war. Or, sometimes, he has a dread disease against which he has fought a valiant and yet inevitably unsuccessful fight.Anyway, it's your basic departure scene. Dad calls in the male child, cues the music and intones, "Son, you're going to have to be the man of the family now."

The fourth episode opens with Joanna and Roman discussing what happened at the club last week. Roman isn't happy with the drunken scene Joanna caused (who would be?) but she doesn't seem too concerned. Adrianna drops her top for a photoshoot. Lea's comments about the photo at the gallery aren't very kind, and she asks how much airbrushing was done to the photo. And Karent takes rude to another level by stealing her spotlight and asking the photographer if she can have her own photoshoot.

This episode picks up right where the last left off, with both couples at each other's throats questioning whether they should be together. Jionni says he only took a picture with his cousin, but then says it may not be … and his indecisiveness makes him look guilty as all hell. However, like all good guilty men, he has turned it around and is mad at Snooki for questioning him and flipping out over a picture he has yet to see.  Snooki hangs up on Jionni and both girls go to their bedrooms to take naps and sleep off their horrendous days.