reading the headline for some reason flashed a scene from "Field Of Dreams" where good ol' folks are in a sand lot type bleacher watching a baseball game that for all practical purposes was a pick-up game between two neighborhoods.
There is something magically nostalgiac about what America used to be and though I know nothing of sports, it seems every thread in our fabric is frayed, worn and torn.
Sadly, I can't turn back the clock nor upload into my children my memories and thoughts.
I'm caught between fighting and quitting ..
The fight is so hopeless (we will never regain what we had ... never), and quitting appears to be at least, restful.
I'm old and falling apart and I haven't been able to develope a hero for my kids.
At sixteen, I was surrounded by hero's ... John Wayne, Hoppalong Cassidy, Rex Trailer, Bob Emery, Mighty Mouse, Superman, Dick Tracy, Good guy/ bad guy movies that had lessons, The Lone Ranger, The Range Rider, Gene Autry, Roy Rogers ...
Where HAVE all the flowers gone ?
I don't know about sports and Big east or Little Ten or whatever ... I just know America is a shell of herself and nothing will bring her back.