Let me tell you all this: I loath sports normally. However, my bf Blake and I watch some with the play by play together on his pc. He’s got streams like nobody’s business, and he gave me all the game stats in football, but oh no, basketball is upon us. My life revolved around the seasons of sports. Sports were a big part of my family’s life. Unfortunately, too much was placed on sporting and physical stuff, and not enough on the artsy stuff like the books and music. My brothers didn’t like the same music I did, and we didn’t agree on what could be played in my car. OR, should I say, my mom and dad’s big GMC Safari, the ’99 model van that took us everywhere in the U.S. practically: it witnessed the trip to D.C., the trip to Maggie Valley, a trip or two to Charleston without me involved, etc. I wonder if they sold it or traded it in for some Cash for Klunkers thingy. Well, that’s all over, the Cash for Klunkers that is. basketball has been something I personally loathed because it was just a bunch of tall, skinny dudes going around chasing a ball and throwing it through a hoop. I would put it the same way Professor Hill puts it in the Music Man. “Get the ball in the hoop. Never mind your chores, getting the cows milked or beefsteak pounded. Never mind the way you look when you are doing this weird gesture.” I would say that any boob could take and shove a ball in a pocket on a pool table. Thus, I have chosen not to put a pool table in my own back porch. My grandmother has one of those, and a pool table AND a basketball hoop would make my house look like the Devil’s playground. As Prof. Hill says earlier in the song, “The idle brain is the Devil’s playground.” Why? Well, if you’re not thinking, the Devil can put all kinds of stuff in your head. Stuff like, um, cigarettes are the best thing since ice cream. Basketball sounds good on the outside, but in my humble opinion, basketball is overdone and so is football. Excuse me? It looks weird having a bunch of guys chasing after a tiny ball. Blake thinks it’s the weirdest thing since ice cream waffle cones, but I think such sports, any ball sport rather, is a danger to the kid’s mind if they just sit there and do IT rather than read the Bible, do the household chores, and oh yeah, homework. I think the Pool Trouble song had a point. Meaning, “We’ve got trouble.” Well, I’m sorry. We’ve got Trouble right here in Denver, with a capital T and that rhymes with P, which stands for … pool. What about the shoving a ball through a hoop thing I said earlier? Same stuff. I’ve been to basketball games, and sang the anthem at one game. I don’t mind if Blake watches ball sports, but to actually do such a thing, to watch my own children of the future do ball sports, would kill me to no end! I personally think they’d do better at tai kwon do and music and dance, which I could very well appreciate. Blake loves to dance, but I don’t see his own son doing football. Blake’s son won’t do football, basketball, tennis, etc. Oh yeah, tennis. Take and shove a ball over a net with a racket. Never mind how bad the other player looks after you hit him/her in the face with the tennis balls. I’d rather use tennis balls with playing fetch with a dog rather than playing such a weird game.
Just my luck. Blake is currently, at the moment I type this, watching the Sons get their butts wooped by the Lakers, who are like the worst basketball team EVER! Boo hiss, my dad used to say when he saw them play. And what was with that one guy being accused of raping a lady here in CO so many years ago? Was it Bryant? That’s ridiculous. I wouldn’t support a team whose players had sad records and not so glowing reputations. But then again, all the football, basketball, and so on teams have issues with criminals on them. Why can’t the sports leagues check the players’ backgrounds before they even get on the team? Then why can’t they enact antibullying programs like we do in our schools? Um, Richie Incognito, are you listening here? I think it’s high time we do this because otherwise, sports will look glum, almost like a battlefield in ancient Greece. Those dudes could fight, but the battles were awful. City States would fight each other to the death, and they prayed to false idolatrous figures like Zeus and such. I’m not kidding. And then, there’s the prominence of the pedophile in the ancient times. The Appostle Paul says that nobody is supposed to have a boy lying in his bed, as the translation goes in Greek. Paul hated the practice, and he says this is sexually immoral, but in Ancient Greece, it was perfectly fine. These dudes were athletes too, so why didn’t they get arrested for doing stuff with those poor little boys? Today, after we hear about Jerry Sanduski in Penn State, what do we do? We’re silent at first, but then victims start pulling themselves out like wildflowers and saying, “So and so” meaning the coach “molested me.” That’s when we prosecute him and Coach Paterno, may he rest in peace. Poor old guy, he was fired for a bad reason. Maybe he should’ve looked a bit further into the situation and stopped it right when it started. That’s what happened to a friend whose son was molested at church, no names of course. The five-year-old boy was molested by a lady in church, and she ended up leaving that church with her whole family. My friend should’ve been to Grace Community here in Denver, we don’t like molesters. We say that if you are a child molester, don’t even join the church. We do background checks and for good reason. Examples like my friend I mentioned earlier are clear reasons why churches should do background checks.
Ok, I’ve ranted and raved enough. I”m oepn to thoughts and comments.