PRO TEAMS

I THINK that I shall never see

A Pro Team that appeals to me.

A team that doesn’t hunt for prey

And take our hard-earned cash away.

A team with players who don't wear

A haughty attitude, and swear.

A team with players who desire

To be role models I admire.

A team where conscience causes pain

When virtuous players they disdain.

Games were invented for fools like me

Who seek escape from reality.

Apologies to poet, Joyce Kilmer (1886 – 1918)! And I need to hurry now lest I’m late to my Super Bowl Party.

Cougars

The cheerleaders are yelling, “Go Cougars!” What are you thinking? What I’m thinking is that the school's mascot is a big cat, admired for both its grace and power. Not so with the Draper, Utah, school board. What they are thinking about is a middle-aged woman pursuing a younger man.

Utah is an area of the West where people share their space with wild animals. Cougars (aka mountain lions) are a part of the animal population there. So it’s no surprise that the cougar is mascot for several western universities, including Utah’s Brigham Young University. However, even though this highly admired big cat received the most votes from students to be the mascot for a new high school in Draper, the school board nixed the idea. This is because some see the word as having, as the superintendent of schools explained, a “negative double entendre.”

One has to wonder what kind of juvenile thinkers hold positions on the Draper school board. Grow up people!

So instead of Cougars, the school’s teams will be known as Chargers.  

Oh well. "Go Chargers!"

      

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“Grossology”

At one time in history, TV news provided updates on current events around the world and locally. Now, with stations in competition to be the most watched channel, things sneaking in as news might need a new category with the title, “Let’s make you barf before dinner.”

This past week, one of our local channels presented a feature I would consider to be in this category. The report was about “Grossology,” a museum exhibit that is self-proclaimed as “The (Impolite) Science of the Human Body.”

Several exhibits were demonstrated for the very enthusiastic viewers in our household (not), including burping, barfing, and matching body odors to the areas of the body where they occur. (Think London subway here.)

The weatherman came on the set following this story and commented that if he went to that exhibit, he would become Exhibit #1. But that would only occur if he arrived at the museum sometime before my arrival.

I do know one group who will enjoy this exhibit immensely. My judgment on this matter is related to having taught sixth grade in a past life. During the fall of each year, usually after the first frost, some boy would reach up and snag a lazy fly from the air as it attempted to wing past his desk. Then the fly was quickly smashed. This always elicited the desired response from the girls as, in unison, they shrieked, “EWWW!” Then the current perpetrator was excused from the room to wash his hands. Win, win!

Now I remember why I enjoyed teaching college students so much!

Link to Grossology: http://www.fwmuseum.org/grossology