Sports and Skynnard

I can't watch gymnastics. I'm either staring at grown men in spandex or little girls in tights and either way I'm going to jail or hell. Probably both. Besides, Gymanstics really isn't a sport - it's a competition. A sport, according to me, requires the combination of athletic skill and strategic defense. Tennis is a perfect example of a sport. You hit the ball over the net and your opponent tries to return it to a place where you won't be able to reach. It takes skill and thought. Golf, along with gymnastics, figure skating and synchronized swimming, are not sports. If there was person standing on the green trying to whack someone's approach, then golf could be considered a sport. And I don't want to hear about the course or the weather providing the defense. Every player in a tournament is on the same course and playing in basically the same weather. One golfer can have the best game of his life and hit, say, a 65, but another guy can come along and beat him with a 64. And the guy with 65 can do nothing but accept second place.

But I still can't watch gymnastics. Give me badmitton or beach volleyball or mud wrestling. Just not gymnastics.

Chick did a very interesting thing on the way home tonight. She actually reached over to the radio knob and turned up the volume. Normally I am chastised for listening to music too loudly. But she found a song that she liked and I am not only thoroughly impressed, but a little turned on. The song was "People are Strange" by The Doors. I have been a huge fan of The Doors ever since Doogalooga (see Ode to Doogalooga, July 5, 2004) told me to read No One Here Gets Out Alive when I was fifteen. It's not the drugs or the women or the crazy lifestyle that makes me appreciate the Doors. There's just something mystical about the poetry of Morrison combined with the music of Manzarek. But I digress....

Chick: "What are you doing?"
Me: "Trying to find another Doors song."
Chick: "But you stopped on Pink Floyd?"
Me: "It's the closest I could get."
Chick: "Did you know Lynnard Skynnard is playing in town and there was a rally at the Harley Davidson store before the concert?"
Me: "What does that have to do with Pink Floyd?"
Chick: "Nothing except that they both have names that are like real people. You know, Lynnard and Pink."



On a more personal note - I must apologize to anyone that considers him/herself to be a loyal reader of the Dandelion Garden. I realize that I have not had many postings lately. It's been a strange few weeks for me lately. Along with trying to sell our house, I have actually been working three different jobs and I simply haven't been able to find any free time. But that is over now, so please continue to come back regularly.