I’m still working on mastering the art of the short, pithy post.
Actually, a lot of short, pithy ideas occur to me. It’s just a matter of finding the time to get something written and posted.
At any rate, I searched YouTube yesterday for a nice version of this song. I saw one that I liked, but now I can’t find it. But this one is dang good.
In other news:
I have had some short, pithy, and rather snarky thoughts on the whole Michael Jackson brouhaha. But the man is dead, for crying out loud. Plenty of snark is being flung about over it; I don’t feel the need to contribute to it.
Great Wimbledon men’s singles final today. I wanted Roger Federer to win, but I didn’t want Andy Roddick to lose. OK, so call me wishy-washy. Roddick has one major to his name (the U.S. Open a while back) and his resume is thin compared to Federer’s. But the man exhibits great sportsmanship and is fine gentleman.
Ditto Robin Soderling, who lost to Federer at the French Open. What a wonderful speech and post-match interview he gave at Roland Garros. Right after losing to Federer. After all the hand-wringing over LeBron James’ behavior after the Cleveland Cavaliers lost to the Orlando Magic in the NBA playoffs did anyone notice that in tennis the championship match losers remain on court to receive their trophy and address the spectators? And how gracious they are? And how the fans listen respectfully? Roddick looked like he was about to break down and cry today. Federer cried after losing to Rafael Nadal in this year’s Australian Open championship match.
The macho athlete likes to remind us “I’m a man.” Like we don’t have eyes. But they are not men. Oh sure, they have the Y chromosome and the associated male body parts and probably a lot of testosterone in their bloodstream. But they are not men. They are poseurs.
