| Certainly this commentary is self-indulgent,
however, it comes about after 7 years worth of feedback
from some very sophisticated big money types over
those years who have objected to my "in your
face" commentary. So, let us call this the 7-year
itch thing coming out.
The Café web site membership
is mostly made up of very intelligent people from
all over the world. The general public (the mob) is
not on The Cafe radar screen yet. That is likely to
change after the Gold Rush 21 DVD is introduced to
the investment world. Thus, I thought this might be
a good time to offer some insight to my good friends
in The Café, who have been frequenting this
joint for so long; a bit of insight about my madness
and aggressive "in your face" manner, which
offends some of the sophisticates in our camp.
The only way I can start this is to
salute the most impressive man I have ever known:
my GATA colleague, Chris Powell.
It was his idea to create GATA 7 years
ago, almost to the day. I thought this guy was a bit
daft, but if he was willing to put up $500 bucks to
change the world, what else could I do? All these
years, I have been the tip of the iceberg. Chris was
the iceberg itself. I received monetary benefits via
GATA’s efforts due to increased Café
memberships. Chris has worked methodically behind
the scenes for GATA, while successfully toiling away
at his day job as the editor of the Journal Inquirer
in Manchester, Connecticut.
There is no way any of you could know,
or appreciate, the hours … the days, year after
year, Chris has put into this. I am talking about
dealing with accountants, the IRS, paperwork, gracious
correspondence, etc. It goes on and on. If it were
not for Chris and his incredible diligence, GATA would
have faded away years ago. Think about it. Chris and
I have been at this a good deal longer than World
War II lasted.
I do not salute my hero Chris lightly.
He has surpassed my two other heroes, men I have been
so lucky to have known:
*My high school football coach, Bill
Horey. He was a Jew out of the toughest Italian neighborhood
in Newark, New Jersey … the Weequahic section
of Newark. A Jewish football coach was some kind of
rarity in those days. Coach Horey was some kind of
guy and teacher. He taught me you could achieve anything
if you were willing to pay the price. He also taught
me it was unacceptable to lose. We never did when
I played for him at Glen Ridge High.
You deserved it coach: http://www.njfca.org/honors.cfm
*Which brings me to another of the greats,
Dr. Arthur Caliandro, the pastor of the Marble Collegiate
Church in New York. When I lived in Manhattan in the
Studio 54 disco days of the late 70’s and early
80’s, I went to Marble to hear the legendary
Dr. Norman Vincent Peale preach. What a remarkable
man that guy was. The lines to hear him give his sermon
were longer than at the "in" discos, which
was quite something back in those "un-Godly"
days.
Soon after Arthur took over from Dr.
Peale (of Power of Positive Thinking Fame), we became
friends. My brother Tim and sister Kris also attended
the Marble services. When I made a killing in the
copper market in 1987, I was privileged to donate
enough money to Marble to kick in a "I Have A
Dream" grant to a group of graduating elementary
school kids from a 6th grade class in Harlem. The
deal was that anyone who wanted to go to college from
that school could do so from there on in. Guess it
is time to check in to see how it is all going.
The best preacher in America, my friend
Dr. Arthur Caliandro: http://www.wor710.com/marble_church.shtml
Coach Horey and Dr. Arthur Caliandro
are the best, only to be topped by my comedian colleague,
Chris Powell.
OK, time to move on to the crazy Irishman
bit.
When I was a 5-year old kid, living
in Wilmington, Delaware, I jumped into a tub of scalding
hot water. The skin unraveled from my legs and the
doctors said I would never walk again. They were wrong.
I did not even have a scar from the incident.
Let’s speed this up:
*Even though my Dad was the famous 5th
Down Murphy, the one who caught the pass when Cornell
was ranked Number One in the nation, http://www.boston.com/sports/packages/sportsmanship/part2_cornell.htm
, I was too small to try out for the Glen Ridge High
School football team as a sophomore.
*Tried out as a junior, this Son of
"5th Down Murphy." Did so poorly, I wanted
to quit, but could not find Coach Horey and could
not do so without facing him. Eventually started as
a defensive back that year. Played wide receiver my
senior year and went on to Cornell to be the "Lonely
End."
http://www.infoplease.com/ipsa/A0746639.html
(Perhaps a prelude to lonely GATA for
so many years)
The only problem was Coach Harp, who
had come from West Point, went to a Winged T, with
no wideouts, so I was back to being a defensive back
again and started.
Coach Harp was fired, a new coach came
in, and let me try out as a wide receiver as a senior.
I broke every Cornell pass receiving seasonal record
and all the Ivy League single season pass receiving
records.
*Our Cornell backfield coach thought
I had what it took to make in the Big Leagues. So
I drove to Boston to meet with Coach Holovak of the
Patriots. He agreed to let me try out for the team
as a free agent.
What caught my attention most when I
got to camp in Amherst, Mass was that I could beat
Jim Smithberger, an All-American defensive back from
Notre Dame. However, because of my lack of credentials,
I was put on the Taxi Squad, which meant in those
days that I would practice with the team, but play
with their minor league team, the Lowell Giants.
Then, THE KING showed up. He was a quarterback
who was kicked out of the Denver Broncos camp because
Coach Saban caught him with six girls in his room
after hours. He then went to the New York Jets when
Joe Namath was there (Joe is a great guy … a
class act whom I have the pleasure to meet). Now,
you cannot have THE KING and Joe Namath at the same
position, in the same town. Joe was a better quarterback,
but THE KING was THE KING when it comes to the ladies.
King and I became roommates and lived
in Winthrop, Mass next to the prison and near the
Boston airport. There is no way to describe this guy.
He had a bullhorn in his Lincoln Town Car. When he
saw a girl he liked walking down the street, he would
talk to her from his bullhorn. Before you knew it,
the girl was falling all over him. He did this almost
every day.
Back to football. The King told me I
was better than all-pro George Sauer of the Jets,
so, since he was The King, I believed him. Sauer,
like me, was not fast, but had good moves.
Eventually, the Patriots called me up
to join their roster in 1968. I led the wide receivers
in pass receptions that last half of the season:
http://www.patriots.com/alumni/index.cfm?ac=alumnibiosdetail&bio=12509
***
Now we get to how this relates to GATA.
Back in those days black football players, good as
they were, were looked down on. The SOUTH was just
integrating the black boys on their teams. The "N"
word was still used frequently.
The problem for me was the only lower
life kind of person to the PROS back then was an Ivy
Leaguer, who were not supposed to be playing PRO FOOTBALL
because we supposedly came from privilege and were
a bunch of pansies. Really, I mean this. It was bad
in those days. Jim Whelan, the All-Pro Patriot tight
end out of Boston College, used to throw pebbles at
my helmet at every practice, trying to drive me nuts.
He loathed me.
The blacks and whites did not hang out
together after practice. The King and I were the only
whites who hung out with the blacks at their parties
after our games. The blacks loved the outrageous King
Corcoran and I was of a lower caste than them, thus
accepted.
I hurt my knee the next year and the
new coach of the Patriots cut me. What happened to
The King? He went on to minor league football fame:
http://www.geocities.com/wflphiladelphiabell/BellPlayerPortraits/KingCorcoran74Port.html
Get this. Two years after we parted
The King was featured on a 15 minute TV special before
the Super Bowl entitled, "The King Wore Alligator
Shoes." What do you think that would be worth
today?
Let me get to my point.
I was one of the, or THE, last player
in Professional Football history to play with only
one bar on his helmet, other than the kickers.
It gave me better vision and made me
feel lighter since I was so slow. However, the biggest
reason was tactical. The guys I was playing against
were mostly faster and bigger. I needed an edge. And
that was to have them think about punching me in the
face. If I could get them thinking that way for a
fraction of a second, I had them beat.
All was good except for a televised
game against the Kansas City Chiefs. I went over the
middle and it was either Bobby Bell or Willie Lanier,
both Hall of Fame linebackers, that managed to punch
me in the face. Down I went. A bit stunned, I staggered
back to the huddle as the sun set on the stadium and
in my head.
On the way to the huddle I looked up
and saw 6’ 10" 280 pound Buck Buchanan
(another Hall of Famer) and 6’ 9" 300 pound
Ernie Ladd. That was as big as it got back then. I
looked up and thought for a nano-second, if THOSE
guys both hit me, I am a dead man.
It was a moment and a game I will never
forget since I caught 4 passes for 88 yards against
a team that would win the Super Bowl the next year.
The point of all this is perhaps I played
with less of a helmet than I should have …perhaps
I am playing the gold game today with less than a
full deck. No matter … that is The Gold Cartel’s
problem.
They have messed with the wrong Irishman,
who has no intention of letting down his heroes:
Coach Bill Horey
Dr. Arthur Caliandro
Comedian Chris Powell
By Tuesday you should be able to order
the GATA Gold Rush 21 DVD. I hope every Café
member will order one, and then spread the word all
over the internet. I know this sounds nuts, but I
think what we have all done here IS going to change
the world, just what that nutty Chris Powell told
me we could do 7 years ago.
Get ready!
www.GoldRush21.com
This GATA drill has been the best thing
I have ever done in my life. Never could I have dreamt
of meeting such fine people as so many of you.
All the best,
BILL MURPHY
CHAIRMAN
GOLD ANTI-TRUST ACTION COMMITTEE
***
Bill
Murphy is chairman of the Gold Anti-Trust Action Committee
and proprietor of www.LeMetropoleCafe.com,
an Internet site devoted to financial commentary with
emphasis on the precious metals. He can be reached
at
LePatron@LeMetropoleCafe.com
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