It’s another beautiful sunny day here in Panama City, Florida.
Still in the mid sixty’s. After all, it is January 29th, with warmer days just around the corner.
And, only a few days until my 70th birthday.
Other than still waiting for some of that ‘wisdom stuff’ that supposedly comes with age, don’t really have any feelings about this millstone one way or the other…
How about you?
How are you feeling? Staying busy and having some fun? Hope so, as those two things seem to go hand in glove with happiness and satisfaction.
Over lunch the other day, Treasa wants to know how the New England Patriots football team can escape punishment for cheating in the playoff game against the Indianapolis Colts.
Thinking she was talking rhetorically, I gifted her with my ‘thoughtful face’ and didn’t say anything.
But, when she rephrased the question and tied it down with a “do you think they were cheating?” ending…
Inwardly, I groaned because I suspected she was gonna make me think, an activity I like to leave to my betters.
Outwardly though, I said something clever, like “uh, what do you think?”
She thinks that if they purposely deflated their footballs to less than rule requirements, the Patriots cheated and should pay for their devious infraction.
Me? I think if some balls were intentionally made a little flaccid, that deal is done, and good luck to the Colts next year.
Ah, my girl wasn’t of like mind.
Treasa’s a stickler for fair play and subscribes to the theory that you can’t play baseball without rules. Or, in this case, football.
Ideally, I agree with her.
We grew up in a time when winning was striven for, yet, winning wasn’t everything…
Winning with honor, was more important.
Arrogant, ungracious winners were as unpopular as were poor losers.
Fair play, and respect for your opponents, were ideals we learned at home, reinforced at school and further encouraged through social intercourse.
But, these days, especially when it comes to money, there ‘ain’t an abundance of ideals being dealt into the deals being dealt.
Be it good or bad, that’s just the way it mostly is.
But then, we’re talking about professional football, American style…
where it’s only cheating if you get caught.
Plus, getting caught doesn’t mean a heckuva lot, either.
Recent case in point from this past season:
In the division championship game between the Detroit Lions and Green Bay Packers, the game officials made at least two blatantly wrong calls on crucial plays.”
Although we’ll never know, those clearly bad calls probably cost the Lions the win, and the championship.
There was no argument, then or now, that the calls were wrong and were undeniably game-changing.
In other words, cheating by game officials… Caught, overlooked and forgotten.
In this particular case, and trust me here as I learned a few insider things from my days as a sports betting runner, the ‘fix’ is most often in play during Detroit Lions football games. And, in this instance, the bookies couldn’t afford a Lions win. Just saying.
The question might be, when does looking for an edge cross the line and become cheating?
Treasa’s ready answer:
When the rules are broken!
If only that’s the way our world worked…
Or, are Treasa and I, just dreamers?
Leaving you with a video, and song, from an old favorite of mine, Jane’s Addiction, that comically relates to today’s little discussion…
Talk to you next time. Until then…
Ideas for me, your aging related story, or comments are very welcome!