Return To Normal?
Back to the blog after a weekend hiatus—a notably unpleasant weekend consumed with tax preparation. There were two exceptional moments of relief, however. One, seeing the delightful British movie, “Bend It Like Beckham.” Two, watching the final round of the Masters Tournament, one of the premier events in all of sports.
As for the movie, don’t make the mistake of assuming that it’s just a girl-soccer flick. It’s much more, e.g., a struggle between generations and cultures--but never heavy–handed, as such themes can often be. It’s a feel-good movie, but without being the least bit schmaltzy.
The Masters was great drama as it so often is. Congratulations to Canada’s Mike Weir for his gritty performance. He showed the cool-headed resolve and intelligent play-making that a championship performance requires at this level of competition. .
It was a great pleasure for us average-size guys to see one of our own beat the more physically imposing, jock-strappy, long-ball power hitters. He was able to do so by virtue of his remarkable composure in the face of almost unbearable pressure—pressure which ultimately wilted his bigger opponents.
I hope I can stay away from politics this week. Perhaps I derived a modicum of pleasure in my sparring with Frank Paynter. It certainly brought a big spike in my hits. But hit count is not my raison d’etre for blogging.
However, I can’t avoid stepping into the political dialogue once in a while. After all, my political feelings are a part of who I am. And they’re much more in the forefront of my consciousness at such an agonizing time in the history of world affairs. But, when I do the political blogging, I never experience the level of satisfaction or the warm comments from others that I often experience from my more ordinary, personal posts.
Back to the blog after a weekend hiatus—a notably unpleasant weekend consumed with tax preparation. There were two exceptional moments of relief, however. One, seeing the delightful British movie, “Bend It Like Beckham.” Two, watching the final round of the Masters Tournament, one of the premier events in all of sports.
As for the movie, don’t make the mistake of assuming that it’s just a girl-soccer flick. It’s much more, e.g., a struggle between generations and cultures--but never heavy–handed, as such themes can often be. It’s a feel-good movie, but without being the least bit schmaltzy.
The Masters was great drama as it so often is. Congratulations to Canada’s Mike Weir for his gritty performance. He showed the cool-headed resolve and intelligent play-making that a championship performance requires at this level of competition. .
It was a great pleasure for us average-size guys to see one of our own beat the more physically imposing, jock-strappy, long-ball power hitters. He was able to do so by virtue of his remarkable composure in the face of almost unbearable pressure—pressure which ultimately wilted his bigger opponents.
I hope I can stay away from politics this week. Perhaps I derived a modicum of pleasure in my sparring with Frank Paynter. It certainly brought a big spike in my hits. But hit count is not my raison d’etre for blogging.
However, I can’t avoid stepping into the political dialogue once in a while. After all, my political feelings are a part of who I am. And they’re much more in the forefront of my consciousness at such an agonizing time in the history of world affairs. But, when I do the political blogging, I never experience the level of satisfaction or the warm comments from others that I often experience from my more ordinary, personal posts.
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