Random Semicoherent Thoughts – Volume 14

I had one of my fans reach out to me today and ask me why I haven’t been writing in my blog lately, but it wasn’t as much what she said as how she said it. May I offer a heartfelt ‘thank you’ to Ms. Boss for her encouragement.

Another fan offered additional piece of advice in a comment on Random Semicoherent Thoughts – Volume 7.  It reads as follows:

It’s hard to locate knowledgeable people on this matter, but you sound like you know what you’re talking about! Thanks

So there you have it folks, straight from user ‘darkness reborn hack free’ – I’m knowledgeable AND I know what I’m talking about, especially when it comes to random semicoherent thoughts.  As someone famous once said…

You can always believe everything you read on the internet.  – Abraham Lincoln

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We need to get caught up on some ‘goings on’ since I haven’t published any of my natterings for the last month.  Here’s a highlight – I marched in a Gay Pride parade last month, I even held the sign for the group I was marching with.  Yes, you remember correctly, there is a ‘Ms. Boss’ in my life.  No, while I’m not the most machismo man in the world, I’m not gay.  Why did I do this?  It’s simple, someone I care for asked me to.  You know what?  It was a lot of fun.  I’m absolutely willing to do it again.

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Even before I knew much about soccer, I’ve wanted to attend an English soccer match – there’s something about the atmosphere that I’ve always seen in highlights from those games.  I got half a chance a week ago when I saw and English Premiere League team take on my local team.  It’s definitely on the bucket list now.

When I say I didn’t know much about soccer, here’s kind of what I mean – my rural high school did not have a soccer team until I was a senior.  Reason? Soccer was something that Communists played, real men played football.  Yes, I was a ‘real man’ and did what I was supposed to do, but looking back twenty-five years, I wish I would have had the alternative.

August is rapidly approaching and hot, humid weather brings back memories of ‘two-a-days’.  For those who aren’t privy to the term, a ‘two-a-day’ is a high school football practice where you work your ass off for two hours, enter a vegetative state for about two hours to recover, then work your ass off again for another two hours.  Despite drinking a gallon of fluid, it was not uncommon to lose five pounds by the end of the day.  It was difficult, but I do look back on the fact that I survived it with pride.

I played football from seventh-grade to twelfth-grade.  I wasn’t very good – while the letter I got when I was a senior wasn’t a ‘gimme’, I didn’t have the required amount of quarters played until my last game.  I enjoyed playing in the games and some of the fringe benefits of being a football player in a small town, but I didn’t much care for practice or, truthfully, being near the ‘jock culture’.  If I knew then what I know now, I might have been a better player, but I also might not have played football at all.

In some ways, I think football is dying in this country as due a number of factors – sociological, physiological, technological among others.  I was a fan growing up, but if I watch sports in the fall these days, its more likely to be something else.  Disagree? This page has a comments section – use it.