Say It Isn't So
Say It Isn’t So Growing up in the tundra – Wauwatosa, Wisconsin where the winters are biting cold, I‘ve always been a basketball fan. Hmm … sitting in the cold bleachers at night, watching helmeted and padded football players from afar or sitting in the warm, yellow light of a basketball court watching players up front and personal. Not exactly a “Sophie’s Choice”! Our Warriors didn’t make it to the playoffs and I, for one, really miss watching the games. Why, I ask myself? Why does watching your team bring so much pleasure? I guess being a fan of a local team provides a sense of community, being part of something bigger than yourself and all the petty issues and daily annoyances that we all have. Actually, I’m experiencing one as we speak. Have you ever had a shirt in which the label at the neck has been sewn in with metallic thread, end of which is sharper than a pin? Wow, the label sewers must have some laughs imagining the aggravation this will cause. All good ...