Look, I’d love to sit down and write you a long blog post this morning. Really, I would. But, you wouldn’t read it anyway, because, as we learned in my last post,no one reads things anymore.
Babe Ruth, apparently, was on to this “I’m never reading words again” thing the internet has cooked up. So, perfectly timed to coincide with the death of the written word, a long-lost radio interview with Ruth has shown up.
No reading required. Just listening. To Babe Ruth.
The interview was part of an Armed Services Radio Network program recorded during World War II. It turned up recently in a school archive in Connecticut.
The New York Times just decided that reading words is passé. The future of the internet is audio and video. Even for a simple little blog like mine.
That means … well, that means, oh hell, you’re already gone, aren’t you?
I’m just sitting in this blog all by myself, tapping out worthless words on a worthless keyboard counting …
The days ’til pitchers and catchers report. Three.
The number of starting pitchers that the Orioles have on their roster. Two.
And, the number of people reading these words. One.
Just you, I’m afraid.
Qwerty, not so purty. (Poetry – even bad poetry — is screwed now, too, I guess.)
Sure, it’s ironic that The New York Times had to inform me that reading is dead using … actual written words.
Oh, for crap’s sake.
Or, as you wordless people say …
What can I do to make you love reading again?
Or, just letters.
Like the letter K.
K is one of the alphabet’s resident hoodlums. Look at it slouched there lazy against its own wall – a street tough – sticking its leg out, just waiting to trip a non-suspecting sweet p, flipping it over into a d.
It’s been a few years since I began my football boycott.
I can’t remember which Super Bowl was my last.
I don’t remember much about the games I did watch. I remember halftimes though.
Fun Fact: The University of Arizona and Grambling State University Marching Bands were the halftime performers at the first Super Bowl in 1967. The highlight? Their performance of “The Liberty Bell” which all of you know better as this …
I know I was boycotting by the time Madonna did the halftime show in 2012.
I began my lonely football boycott because, well, because I don’t support traumatic brain injuries. I think traumatic brain injuries, Grade Three concussions, and permanent brain damage are bad things. The National Football League does not. We agree to disagree on this, but I am right.
So, I don’t watch. (Neither does Editor/Husband, because he is supportive like that, and because he, too, recognizes that a sport that not only allows, but encourages, traumatic brain injuries is a bad sport.)
It’s been pretty lonely up here on my NFL boycott soapbox.
Until.
Until NFL quarterbackColin Kaepernick chose to “take a knee” rather than stand for the National Anthem – his nonviolent protest against racial discrimination in our country.
Some people, apparently unbothered by Grade Three concussions, took offense to Kaepernick’s protest and started their own football boycott.
And by “some people,” I mean some, but not all, white people (and, I may be wrong, but I’m assuming those “some people” boycotting also include the two families on my little gravel farm road who fly the Confederate flag in their yards).
I’m being elbowed on my boycott podium by people who are boycotting for an entirely different reason.
While I hate to get all political on here, I do want to make clear my boycottish intention.
I boycott brain injuries in football. I do not boycott a person’s right to nonviolently protest an issue that affects them personally and deeply.
The Baseball Bloggess 