On Sunday over two billion sports fans across the planet will be watching the World Cup Finals between France and Croatia.
We American football fans who tune in will be watching “soccer.” But in all other nations, the fans will be watching “football,” which in the truest sense of the word it really is.
My late grandfather called golf “cow pasture pool.” He made fun of city fellers who spend their weekends whacking a little white ball around a well-mowed pasture.
My grandfather grew up in Deanburg, Tennessee, where they had several cow pastures but not one golf course.
When I was a little boy, my family and I never missed the annual broadcast of the Miss America Pageant. On a Saturday night in September, we would gather on our living room couch in front of our Sylvania small screen TV that looked like a washing machine with rabbit ears antenna on the top. We would even attach aluminum foil to the tips of the rabbit ears so that we could get better reception.
And then Bert Parks would appear on our TV screen in glorious black and white live from the Atlantic City Convention Hall.
This is Memorial Day Weekend, and it will mark the official beginning of seersucker season for everyone … even Yankees!
As all well-dressed Americans know, seersucker is the classic puckered cotton fabric that for over a century has been the mainstay—or rather the main-dress—for elegant ladies and gentlemen.
In 1776, we Americans declared our independence from King George III of England. The upstart former colonists won the American Revolutionary War against King George and his Redcoats, and in 1787 we created the United States of America. Many Americans at that time sought a new King George for our new country, specifically urging General George Washington to wear the first American crown. General Washington, of course, could not tell a lie, and told his fellow new Americans that the United States of America should be a republic, not a monarchy. So rather than becoming King George, he became our first president.
Major league baseball is a dirty business … particularly in the infield.
The 2018 season of the national past-time begins in ballparks across America this weekend, and in preparation for the game, grounds keepers will be getting down in the dirt. Literally.
On the morning of March 6, 1954, a young medical student in London completed his rounds at St. Mary’s Hospital. He then embarked on a 57 mile journey. The first 56 miles were taken by train from London to Oxford. The last mile was taken by foot on a cinder track off Iffley Road in Oxford.
It was this final mile that would make history.
When I was a boy, I had two heroes. They were both Southern Baptist ministers. The first was my father. The second was Billy Graham.
Last week was terrible. The stock market fell by about a million points, the Federal Government shut down for the second time this year, and I had emergency surgery!
But I’m back home now, and this week has been a good one. As I recover from my recent surgery, I am sitting in my lounge chair in front of my big screen T.V. watching the Winter Olympics from Pyongchang, South Korea. And if you can pronounce “Pyongchang,” you deserve a gold medal in linguistics.
This coming Sunday afternoon, literally tens of millions of Americans will gather in front of their television sets to watch the biggest sporting event of the year. I’m referring, of course, to the Puppy Bowl.
As you have no doubt noticed, the Commander in Chief of our Armed Forces and the leader of the free world is a former reality TV show star.
President Trump is not the first celebrity to become the President of the United States. Hollywood movie and TV star Ronald Reagan served as our President from 1981 to 1989. But he did not go immediately from the set of Bedtime for Bonzo to the Oval Office. In between he served two terms as Governor of California. But the former star of the Apprentice is our first President to go directly from hosting a TV show to giving an inaugural address.