Well, here I am, not writing about politics, or the accelerating decline of civilization, or any of that old stuff. It’s much harder than I thought it would be, because there are all sorts of post-worthy stories bouncing around the media and the blogosphere today, like xxx xxxxxxx‘s adventures up in xxxxxx, the “xxxxx-xxx” story out of xxxxxxxxxxxx (which of course has nothing whatsoever to do with xxxx), and of course the ongoing dispute over the xxxxxx-xxxx xxxxxxxxxxx.
But I know there are all sorts of other interesting things to think and write about, and that there are plenty of able writers out there who will man the cultural and political ramparts while I’m de-toxing. And I know that the first few days are always the hardest.
So, then! There’s so much else to discuss. Let’s get going!
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How’s the weather where you are?
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There is always the lowest common denominator when conversation stutters to a halt – sport!
Unfortunately, my knowledge of sport ‘over here’ is minimal and anyway your sport ‘over there’ is incomprehensible consisting as it does of rounders, netball for giants and a type of ‘rugby’ in which nothing happens more often than something!
Perhaps the problem is that we’ve made it all too refined over here. For example, in our version of “football”, the brutality and mayhem are confined to the playing field. I can see why that might be confusing.
“the brutality and mayhem are confined to the playing field”
That is true, I must admit, but then you lot ‘over there’ lack the fine old traditions we enjoy ‘over here’, for example, the latter-day equivalent of the ‘apprentice boy riots’ which were such a fun part of everyday life back in the days of the first Elizabeth, are re-enacted with with great relish every Saturday before and after a ‘footie’ match.
But someone please explain to me the attraction of basket ball with its scores reaching into the hundreds – each side! In my army days I played the occasional game and nearly died of terminal boredom, so what it must be like for spectators, God only knows.
Well, to quote Louis Armstrong: “If you have to ask, you’ll never know.”
Actually, I’ve never been much of a basketball fan myself. Currently we are in the throes of a national college-basketball tournament that goes by the nickname “March Madness”. The name has always seemed apt.
“X” seems to be in the news a lot lately.
Jeffery Hodges
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