This wasn’t a hit for Meat Loaf when he made his 1993 comeback, but it’s one of those songs I could relate to and could also enjoy.
A ramble about one of my hobbies – OOTP Baseball.
I will warn you up front, this is a bit of a PG13-ish post. Do with that what thou wilt.
I’ve spoken in previous blog entries about Gary (no, not his real name) who was a neighbor of mine. Gary had an older brother, who I will call “Earl” here. Earl was three years older than our little peer group, and unlike Gary – was a decent dude. He was the trainer “apprentice” for the Largo High athletic clubs, especially those using the football stadium – which would include soccer, track, and so on.
We had a mutual friend who even as a freshman was one of the best players on the girls soccer team, and Earl knew I made a habit of going to the contests when I was an underclassman – so he gave me a lift back home one night, but some of the girls on the team had nagging injuries that needed care. Thus, he commissioned me to assist him.
One of the girls (who was older than I was) had an ankle or knee injury, something like that, so Earl asked me to hold her leg in place while he got something to treat the malady. (And by the way, the locker room showers in the locker rooms didn’t work at LHS when I went there- nor did the girls get changed there, so this wasn’t like some act of perversion was going on for me to be there.)
I’m holding up this girls leg – I don’t think I was acquainted with her, but I probably made some small talk, what have you. The blue shorts are a bit high up on her, where the fabric is only covering up the top of her thighs, but something is peeking out a bit. It takes me a few seconds to figure out I’ve accidentally seen some of her pubic hair – and this is the late 1980’s when “woman-scaping” wasn’t that much of a thing, so it’s dark in color, and somewhat abundant.
It’s one of those instants where time to seems to slow down. Do I tell her what I’m seeing, out of courtesy? I didn’t really see the upside of that – that leg could wind up emphatically in my crotch. So I try not to stare at it and ignore it – and think about football players or something like that. Earl comes back with whatever it was he went to find, and life goes on.
I wasn’t much of a chatterbox in my high school days – so that incident has stayed with me, that is – until now.
It’s unscripted. It’s minimally edited. It’s brief. It’s the latest audio blog entry.
I was watching the end of the Titans-Texans game last night. The outcome had been decided a while back, the Texans were going to win being way ahead – but as I’ve remarked in previous blog entries, I’m a fan of statistical oddities when it comes to sports. I “mark out” (feel a tinge of excitement) when I look at the NFL scores and see a 2, a 5, or an 11 listed.
The Tennessee quarterback, Marcus Mariota, was having a unique game. Late in the fourth quarter, he had yet to throw an incomplete pass – or a pass that had intercepted (caught by the opposing team). I’m paying close attention to these last few minutes that would ordinarily be “garbage time” (inconsequential to the outcome of the game) – and the power goes out. I miss the end of the game and miss Mariota launching an incomplete pass with a mere 7 seconds to go. The power had gone out a few seconds, but it takes a few minutes for my cable box to reset – so I missed it.
That reminded me of Super Bowl XLII – the game where the New England Patriots attempted to become the second NFL team to go undefeated, playing the New York Giants. Right before the second half of that 2008 game was to start – the power goes out here in eastern Pinellas county on an evening where the weather wasn’t a factor. By the time the power came back that night, the fourth quarter was just starting, and the Giants pulled off quite the upset to stymie the Pats and their hopes for a 19-0 season, 17-14.
I’m not insinuating my power grid is substandard in any way – I just think it’s funny how random things happen, and how the randomness of things in life and sports often get entangled.
I deactivated one of my Twitter accounts yesterday over a hoax that a famous comedienne/actress had a health dilemma she didn’t have. I’m not going to mention the name here for two reasons: one, it’s a name that’s been in the news this year, and two – I figure you know who I’m articulating about or you don’t.
I wasn’t appalled that there was another hoax about another public figure. Twitter perpetuates this crap and doesn’t take action against those who disseminated false information. (Of course, if something is true and the info is spread by an internet reporter like Laura Loomer – THEN they go after THAT person.) A strange world we live in when those who tell truth are censored, but those who spread false information get off scot-free.
What appalled me was the number of people, some of whom had to have known this was not the first Internet death hoax – totally believed that this particular person had a health issue. Had it been accurate, the media would have been all over it – so when I didn’t see the news story appear in my Breaking News iPhone app, I knew it was dreck. For every person I saw on Twitter that sensed it was a hoax, I saw 100 or so who believed it was real.
We’re all in this world together. We all have to live in one world, not two, or whatever number you want to use that’s larger than one. Hold people accountable in that one world, not in the world you’re so busy trying to conceive that doesn’t exist.