(Backstage at a Huey Lewis concert) “Ray! Ray! It’s Marvin. Your cousin, Marvin Parker Jr! You know that new sound you were looking for? Well listen to this!”
For a decade now the right has been frothing at the mouth at a conspiracy about a cabal of powerful and highly connected people trafficking children. Now incredibly it turns out there actually was one, just not in any of the places they were looking, and suddenly they don’t care about that one.
I’m watching this in the hospital with my five year old. Still too overwhelmed to even know how to contemplate anything beyond this room. But for this one night it’s just a dad and his son enjoying a great game. It’s almost like childhood cancer isn’t a thing, and it’s beautiful.
It’s not lost on me that America’s pastime hasn’t been this much fun, this exciting, this pure my whole life. The quintessential (North) American sport (I see you Toronto and I love you!). It’s what is truly great about us. So of course the bizarro world fascists hate it.
Either it’s an inexcusable lapse in judgement that the coaches should have overridden for his own physical and professional well being or he’s covering for the ghouls that broke him. Either way it’s bad for the sport. NFL giving me more reasons every season to not want to watch and support them.
Very good words, but then she had to throw in “as a person of faith” Uuuuugggghhhhhhhh Those of us who are not religious are perfectly capable of feeling a responsibliliy to feed the hungry. More so, since we live with the conviction that all we have are each other.
