I missed the HOF game tonight. Everyone did. They decided to call the whole thing off after the field conditions sucked due to rubberization of paint. That is to say the field conditions led to a cancellation of the start of the pre season. This is the state of a professional sport in a country that proclaims itself quite loudly to be the best in the world–largely on the backs of private industries such as the NFL. I don’t think there is much more to be said on this issue. My own preseason as a coach starts this thursday as I watch the mid kid take his new role as running back on his mitey mite team. That ought to be fun and somewhat terrifying at the same time.
There are a dozen threads of information streaming through my head as I write this and I can never seem to hold on to more than one at a time. I was thinking about football and now I’m back on movies–suicide squad’s failure to be specific, which leads me to think about how Ghostbusters simply vanished from our awareness after much ado about what turned out to actually be nothing.
Unto the upcoming semester, which approaches with the speed of a locomotive. I find myself still terribly unprepared as I am still cleaning up the detritus of summer. i gotta get there soon though, because I am almost out of time.
I’m fully out of time here.