CRAP I THINK of WHILE MOWING THE LAWN – #3

CRAP I THINK OF WHILE MOWING THE LAWN

(other than This Lawn Looks Like Crap)

 

Interesting, if not deep, thoughts often pop into my head while I’m doing battle with my lawn. And yes, I do battle with a non-gas, non-electric, old-fashioned push mower. An actual reel mower. And my mind tends to think of some semi-interesting crap while I push along.

Welcome to Volume 3 of Crap I Think of While Mowing the Lawn.

 

Mower and Statesman

 

A DILEMMA

 

A few thoughts crossed my mind a few hours ago, and just now, so…what to write about? The two in the forefront were sports-related topics, but they are also two that I haven’t really been too geeked up on.

One is the Preakness, or really, the quest to have a horse win the Triple Crown for the first time since 1978. As much I get crazed about sports, racing (by horse, dog or car) is not my thing, but I won’t criticize anybody who does get geeked up on it. Here’s the deal: No horse has won the mightily elusive Triple Crown since 1978, although several like this year’s candidate, California Chrome, have won both the Kentucky Derby and the Preakness. So we await the Belmont to see if anyone can supplant Affirmed as the last racehorse to win the Triple Crown—three races of increasing length in a five-week period.

I won’t comment further now, as I have no real expertise here, and anything interesting that I may offer that is kind of thematically related to this, well, can wait till at least my next rant. In the meantime, if you want a tad more instant expertise about this stuff, take a look here.

THE SAINT LOUIS…SAMS?

 

I hate it when I’m stuck in the middle of certain issues, but that is sometimes the curse of being either open-minded, not as informed as I’d like, or both. So, let me give this Michael Sam issue a quick take.

The man with two first names (both which are usually masculine by the way…not sure what that means, but…) is trying to become the first openly gay male to play in the NFL while being openly gay. Does any of that make sense? I don’t know; it’s very late as I type.

I’m sure that there have been, and are, many gay players in the NFL, and I give Sam credit for coming out. It can’t be easy, as I’m sure that for every advocate, he’ll have at least three vocal detractors. Generally speaking, I hope he makes the Rams (or perhaps, if failing that, another team) and enjoys success in the NFL.

The University of Missouri grad shared Defensive Player of the Year in the very tough SEC; on that alone, not being drafted till the seventh round may appear to some that he was drafted way too late. Did teams conspire not to draft him earlier because they wanted no part of any controversy that may follow him? Perhaps. Or, was Sam drafted about when he should have been, based on his less-than-thrilling combine numbers? Perhaps, and probably so.

We may never really know the answer, but here’s hoping that the circus that will surround him in training camp will not affect his chances of making an NFL roster. As he is now figuratively playing for others beyond the typical support group and fan base that a 7th-rounder out of Missouri will attract, I’m rooting for him to succeed.

After whatever success he enjoys, which I hope will translate into a truly even playing field for all (regardless of any silly ways in which we choose to divide ourselves), I hope we will then stop worrying about people’s color, sexual preference, height, weight, religion or clothing.

Indeed, that is my hope, but being human and honest, I can’t say that I NEVER consider any of these factors in day-to-day life. I wonder how many can say that in truth. The trick is to get past those instincts of ours and think rationally and compassionately.

My biggest wish is this. I can’t say that I really know all that much about Michael Sam, but I hope he has the drive and the skill to make the team any way he can. I hope he busts his butt (just an expression) on special teams and if he gets a shot to play on defense, has some success. Let him make the team and let that be an inspiration for anyone who needs it.

And then, please, let this just be about football. The dude can either play or can’t, right?  I hope we’ll find out that he can.

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