Our man DJT has turned his attention to one of the world’s greatest problems and a real threat to global annihilation.
He has signed a bill to ban male athletes that are genetically altered from participating in girls and women’s sports.
This is a subject I dare not broach with my wife, the Domestic Despot, for she will start spouting her ultra-liberal viewpoints and I was raised in sports from an early age.
She has no idea whatsoever about the concept of competition.
Me? I’d cheat at solitaire to win.
Not really. But I would do anything EXCEPT cheat to win.
I started watching my big brother’s games when I was 4.
I started playing Pop Warner football when I was 7.
Watched every single football game on television except when we moved to Japan. Then I played and started watching every Japanese pro baseball game and every sumo wrestling match.
I played football in the fifth and sixth grades, excelling as a blocking back and nose guard.
Won a Louisiana state Junior High School title in seventh grade.
I played soccer at a very high level in 1967 when I was thirteen and stopped playing or coaching the sport until a 1978 failed tryout for the University of Nevada Las Vegas team.
And finally, my athletic career ended after taking exactly eleven at-bats (six were hits!) for a semi-pro baseball team when I was approaching thirty. My farewell gifts were a severed Achilles tendon, a blown out knee, and a totally destroyed left shoulder.
I made a grand total of one thousand bucks for the eight games I actually got a little action in.
And even though I hit OK, I didn’t have the “pop” in my bat. I was also a decent third basemen, but the three guys ahead of me were homerun and extra base hit demons.
The lessons I learned from every team I was on, from the football field to the debate podium, taught me something of value. How a person responds when others are dependent on their performance is one of life’s most valuable lessons. It is exactly for that reason that whenever possible, I would choose between candidates for my kitchen staff those that had experience on teams of any kind. The interview would stress teams and their importance.
Speaking of teams, the hype is in full swing for Sunday’s Super Bowl. I keep hearing about how the three-peat isn’t happening, that there’s a new sheriff in town, blah blah blah.
The great Ric Flair famously shouted: “To BE The Man, you gotta BEAT The Man!…WHOO!”
I believe him.
Until a team actually DOES end this historic Kansas City Chief run and beat Patrick Mahomes and Andy Reid in a conference championship or a Super Bowl, I’m believing the boys in red will find a way to win a one-score game as they have done all season long.
Maybe I’m wrong; maybe this Jalen Hurts and the Philadelphia Eagles really are posed and ready to dethrone the champs.
I’ll believe it when I see it, and if it DOES happen, we will be witnessing the absolute pinnacle of teamwork.
Check out this song I wrote in 1991. It’s kind of autobiographical.
Stay well.
