Yes, there’s just something about those Friday Night Lights that can take normally sane people and turn them into screaming, raving maniacs, and I have to admit that with three brothers, a son, seven nephews, and four grandsons, I’ve found myself right there with them (okay, maybe more than once).
But, do you know what our worst sin of all is? We’ve made demigods out of our pro athletes. We’ve set them up to be the highest paid people in the country, while at the same time expecting nothing of substance from them. I’ve thought about this for years…
…If I were in charge of the world, we’d have a one strike and you’re out system for these players, and they would suck it up and be a role model for the young people who idolize them, or else they could go back home and get a real job. Eventually, I believe we could find people (who for the millions they earn) would decide to play ball AND keep their nose clean.
Of course, I’m not in charge of the world and for now your heroes are safe from this old Gram’s cutting knife! GO INDIANS; GO LIONS; GO TIGERS; GO BEARCATS!!