Monday, August 31, 2015

*checks watch* Only twenty years to go, thank God.

This is the emoting that passes for thinking these days:
Sure, those fans shelling out $300 a ticket in the box seats may initially balk looking through a netting, but if they don't like it, they can reserve the right to stop coming to games, too.

It's no different than the airlines. You may hate taking off your shoes, your belt and putting your laptop in a bin, but if you don't like it, stop flying.

You can get used to inconvenience.

You never become immune to tragedy.
It's uncomfortable watching a grown man doing this in public. There is no virtus there. You want to throw a blanket over him so the kids don't see. Maybe spare a shred of what's left of his dignity.