Last month, I wrote about potato chips.
I was actually writing about baseball’s All-Star Game and fan voting. (Click here to review.)
But, really, all you cared about was the potato chips.
That’s ok. Blog posts are funny that way.
So, to recap: America voted for their favorite potato chip flavor. The choices were:
- Cheesy Garlic Bread
- Chicken & Waffles
When Cheesy Garlic Bread won, I complained that Americans had voted for bread as an appropriate potato chip flavor. As far as I was concerned, this ridiculous choice meant that Americans shouldn’t be allowed to vote for anything.
(You all should have voted the Orioles’ Nick Markakis into the All Star Game, too. You should be ashamed baseball voters.)
Watch it here.
But, here’s the thing. I learned about the contest after it was over. I never saw the flavors in my store. I never tried them. I merely decided, based on common sense, that bread was a horrible flavor choice.
Many of you commented on the post, and no one had seen or tasted any of the flavors.
Today, all three flavors magically appeared along a wall in my grocery store.
They weren’t there last month. They weren’t there last week. (My Husband/Editor would like to point out that last month and last week are the same thing. But, you get my point.)
I gasped. Maybe I yelped. I might have been a bit too loud. I don’t remember. I was overcome with emotion.
They were on sale too. So, on that alone, let’s go with yelp.
Finally, America, I could taste for myself.
But, before I do, let me say this.
I don’t ask for much from professional athletes. Show up on time. Don’t cheat. Do your best. And, be nice to the fans. If you’re a funny or witty interview, so much the better; I’ll let a few bad games slide. If you rescue shelter animals, help out in your community, and support local charities … hey, you had me at “rescue shelter animals.”
Oh, and don’t lie.
And, if and when you get caught lying or cheating, here’s what you do. It’s pretty easy.
Say “I was wrong. I’m sorry.”
And, let the healing begin.
So, I write this post today for the potato chip fans of the world and for Alex Rodriguez, the beleaguered New York Yankee who awaits the decision of Major League Baseball – will he be suspended or banned for life from the game he loves because he cheated by taking performance enhancing drugs and lied about it?
I was planning to write a long (boring blah-blah-blah long) post about how I’m starting to feel sorry for the guy, because many sportswriters and bloggers and such seem to be bullying him a bit, piling on, and reveling in his misfortune. We seem awfully quick to end his career, while letting other cheaters slide with, perhaps, lesser suspensions and the glimmer of redemption.
Cheaters need to be suspended and baseball needs to clean up its game. But, let’s not be bullies.
But, then the potato chips came along.
I’ll taste them. Discover that I was wrong, that Cheesy Garlic Bread is not only an acceptable flavor, but an absolutely mind-blowingly delicious one.
Americans were right after all!
And, I would admit it. I would say, “I was wrong. I’m sorry.”
Alex Rodriguez has said many times (most recently in this week’s Sports Illustrated) that he wants to be a role model.
So, here I would be, right here on this blog, standing as a proud and honest role model for A-Rod.
What if he sees this, is moved by my emotion and honesty? What if he finally says, “I was wrong. I’m sorry.” How cool would that be?
But, then, I tasted.
And, you know what?
Cheesy Garlic Bread potato chips?
They kind of, sort of taste like garlic bread, in the same way that freeze dried ice cream, kind of, sort of, tastes like ice cream.
So I was right all along. Potato chips should not taste like bread.
Sriracha? Doesn’t really taste anything like Sriracha. More like a barbeque potato chip with a garlic kick and a sassy chili zing. But, not bad. So, I was right about that, too.
(You’re on your own with the Chicken & Waffles chips. They actually have real chicken in their flavoring. There’s not much real in a flavored potato chip, so I’m as surprised as you by this. I’m a vegetarian … so, chicken in my potato chips? No way.)
Unfortunately, America, I was right.
Which is incredibly vindicating. But, not so good for the point I wanted to make today.
But, while I was right about this, I have been wrong about other things.
I once said that Bobby Bonds was in the Hall of Fame. He’s not. I was wrong. I’m sorry.
I once told a telemarketer who called me at home that I was the housekeeper and couldn’t take their call. I was wrong. I’m sorry.
I once tried to slip the word ausperous past an online scrabble game. I was wrong. I’m sorry.
I made up that last example. I was wrong. I’m sorry.
See, it’s easy.
I hope that Alex Rodriguez figures that out.
Because, how can I forgive you, if you won’t apologize?
You have my respect for even thinking about tasting those potato chips much less actually eating them. I’ve tried flavored chips a few times, but always come back to the simple, crispy, salted plain ones which I take into my hand, look at lovingly and say “I was wrong. I’m sorry.” Please don’t ask “who talks to their potato chips” — I do.
Sriracha chips really aren’t so bad. They don’t really taste like Sriracha, but the little kick of spice is kind of nice. I wish someone would try the Chicken & Waffles flavor for me!
If Alex apologizes I would understand and forgive him, but I don’t think it will happen. A-Rod doesn’t strike me as the type to admit his mistakes. Hopefully I’m wrong and if so I’ll gladly say “I was wrong. I’m sorry”. Enjoyed your posts, this one and the one about potato chi.. I mean baseball.
Thank you! And, I agree … I don’t think he is ready to take personal responsibility and truly apologize for cheating. He still seems to think it wasn’t his fault — he was a victim of the game and the expectations placed on him. Sigh.
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Arod after his Texas PEDs experience: “Back then, [baseball] was a different culture,” Rodriguez said. “It was very loose. I was young, I was stupid, I was naïve. And I wanted to prove to everyone that I was worth being one of the greatest players of all time. I did take a banned substance. And for that, I am very sorry and deeply regretful.”
How many chances do you get to say “I was wrong. I’m sorry” — for the same transgression? Just wondering. (Is “regretful” an equivalent to “wrong”?)
It’s all about personal responsibility, isn’t it? And, regretting that one’s actions resulted in something unpleasant is not really the same as taking responsibility and saying “I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry,” is a complete sentence. Quite honestly, I’m not even sure what he was apologizing for when he gave that interview in 2009. He clearly wasn’t apologizing for cheating or taking any responsibility for his actions.
Because, he didn’t stop there. He continued on:
“I’m guilty for a lot of things. I’m guilty for being negligent, naive, not asking all the right questions. And to be quite honest, I don’t know exactly what substance I was guilty of using.”
He was, apparently, a victim of baseball and a culture that encouraged him to cheat. Apparently, it wasn’t his fault. At least, that’s what he seems to be telling us.
And, he still wasn’t done: “I am sorry for my Texas years. All of my years in New York have been clean.”
It’s simple. “I was wrong. I’m sorry.”
But, maybe there does need to be one additional part.
“I was wrong. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again.”
Or, maybe it’s not so simple. Psychologists argue that a true apology comes with details on how they will a) repair the damage they’ve done; and b) ensure they won’t do it again.
I’m still waiting.
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