Forty-something years ago, I was on a freshman football team at Evansville Central High School coached by a fellow named Reno DeMuth. He stood about 27 ½ inches tall, had a chest like a beer keg, but had a frothy countenance, flowing clearly to every string-bean and fat boy on the squad. And that commanding voice he had, which roared us into action on many occasions:
I don’t know what you knuckleheads are thinkin’ the way you just did that! But on this field I am a creature, in the classroom I am a teacher… but I am always everywhere a preacher! Now take your rear ends outta your helmets and give me the minutes we need to win this game!
Coach DeMuth entirely played all three roles, but most of all, that third job description. Evangelizing to get 50-something hormonal hooligans working together.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
So sorry but not surprised to hear about the Kardashian-Humphries split and the demise of the Katy Perry-Russell Brand nuptials. In an age where marriage and relationships come and go faster than a drunken athlete’s Tweets, none of us should be surprised.
We have been living in a disposable world for quite some time. Not quite sure when it began but I suspect it made its arrival about the time disposable diapers and razors came onto the scene.
Any more, if the Internet service you have runs too slow and it’s hard to get a wireless connection, just get rid of what you have and upgrade. All that cheesy and intriguing stuff offered in television ads (why do most of these items usually only cost $19.95, plus shipping and handling?) that breaks down fast, we soon discard or “re-gift” to the less fortunate. Get rid of it.
It’s an odd and ironic phenomenon, especially when you consider there are a few among us who hoard monstrous tons of garbage, flea-bitten starving colonies of animals and stuff which places them at point of eviction and alienation from their families. And even worse, makes them subjects of reality series.
But I am getting off message, perhaps. I was talking about relationships; more specifically, marriage and its all-too-common disposability. Far be it for me to offer any profound observations on the subject, having been up the proverbial aisle more than once. However, I won’t let that stop me.
Posted by Joe Stuteville