While I’ve Been Away…
Updated: Aug 28
After a hiatus, I’ve returned. Wednesday will be my day for starters, and I’ll see how it goes from there. I’m glad to be back and I hope everyone is well.
Since I’ve been away…
We elected a new president, Clemson won a national championship, and…
The Falcons won the Super Bowl.
Well, that’s what I thought when I went to bed Sunday night with the Dirty Birds leading 28-3. The next morning, I looked at my phone and couldn’t believe what I saw: 34-28 Patriots. After watching the replays and listening to the accounts of what happened, I thought of the movies. The bad guy decides not to finish off the good guy, knowing he is dead or will die, only to have the good guy come back and avenge himself. Lesson: Don’t leave Tom Brady for dead.
A Facebook post featuring Dabo Swinney’s face said it all: “From now on it’s called Falconing.”
Speaking of the Super Bowl, the scene at Publix hours before the game brought to mind the fall of Saigon.
Patti and I enjoyed meeting Chamberlain High School baseball coach Jason Smith outside Hattricks. Looking to raise money for uniforms, the intrepid Smith brought along his team to help with the effort. Donations prompted Jason to direct his players to do pushups and they happily complied. What a great group of kids. I’ll be pulling for them this spring. If anybody wants to donate to the cause, contact me and I’ll get you in touch with Jason.
Coach Jason Smith and the Chamberlain High baseball team
How about Michael Benedetto? The New York lawmaker has proposed a bill that would bar youth football leagues from allowing anyone 13 or younger to tackle. He noted with just cause: “Football is the only major sport where on every single play, the objective is to violently hit the competition.”
While I understand the logic of what he’s proposing, I’ve always felt that in order to play the game safely, kids needed to learn the proper tackling techniques at a young age when the collisions are not so violent.
Finally, farewell to Big Bill Reynolds, one of my all-time favorite guys, who recently died.
If you asked Bill how he was doing, he’d tell you he was “hitting them right down the middle.” And regarding errant golf shots: “Expect ’em, accept ’em, and forget ’em.” In addition to knowing his way around a tennis court, Bill could play some ping pong. He once told me that if I ever beat him, he’d take me to Bern’s for the works. I never cashed in that one. Vaya con dios, Big Bill.