When it comes to sports, I would not describe myself as a fanatic. Actually, I probably need to scale that down a notch. Truth be told, I wouldn't describe myself as a fan. Of course, the exception to that is when one of my grandchildren are playing. It is then that I fall into the description of a sports enthusiast.
You can name any sport, and at least one of our grandchildren played it. The General, of course, rationalized that we only lived 2 ½ hours away, why wouldn't we make a weekly commute to watch our grandkids play? On the other hand, practicality sometimes precluded our being in attendance. The five words that could get my mouth washed out with soap if the General did that sort of thing would be: "It is only a game."
It didn't take me long to shy away from saying that more than once. It only took a couple of weeks for the black eye to fade. You know of course that I'm joking. It is kind of like asking: "Have you seen the dog bowl?" The response that draws laughter is: "I didn't know that he could." I heard that one recently at a funeral and thought I'd fold it into today's blog.
Last night the General asked if I wanted to watch a movie? That was my clue to pick out something for us to watch. Of course, I intuitively know that if the movie includes foul language, reference to sex, graphic violence or is just stupid, that is tantamount to three strikes and you're out and we stop watching the movie.
I don't think the General's DNA can be traced to Carrie Nation, known as the "Hatchet Granny" during the days of the temperance movement, but I haven't checked "23 and Me" to know for certain that could be ruled out.
She has little patience if I select a movie that we subsequently terminate. Last night I figuratively got an Olympic Gold Medal when I selected Race – the story of Jesse Owens. Actually, his name was really J.C., but his first schoolteacher misunderstood him because of his Southern accent and wrote his name down as Jesse. He went by Jesse for the remainder of his life.
Jesse, was the youngest of ten children of a share cropper in the South. His grandfather had been a slave. The family moved to Ohio when he was name in hopes of discovering more opportunities.
Early in the movie, when the coach at Ohio State University asked Jesse Owens if he could work hard, he responded: "Yes Sir, by the time I was six years old, I was picking 100 pounds of cotton a day." He went on to talk about the cuts on his hands from the cotton hulls.
I highly recommend the movie Race. You want be disappointed.
All My Best!
Don
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