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Admittedly, I’m not a big country/western fan, but every so often—somewhere on the dial between KROQ in the morning and JACK in the afternoon—I’ll hear something in that genre that I like. I found Carrie Underwood’s vindictive, post-love song, “Before He Cheats,” fit nicely into that category. It’s an extremely popular song about a gal who takes revenge on a guy’s truck because he’s cheating on her. Anyway, that’s what I thought it was about, until I listened a little more closely. Hold your horses, Cowgirl! You just sang:
“Right now he’s probably slow dancing
For those of us who like to read the sports pages daily as a sort of panacea to the gore and tragedy of the front pages, itâ€™s been one editorial after another editorial lately. Why have the pundits of sports relegated their columns to opinions rather than game scores and free agent signings? Because the cheaters and beaters are stealing the headlines. Each of the major (and a few of the minor) sports in our country has been rocked recently by embarrassing and illegal developments by its participants. Baseball commissioner Bud Selig is following Barry Bonds, who has admitted before... (more)
It's late Sunday afternoon. My teenage son and his friend aren't yet back from shooting hoops at the park. My son plays on the freshman basketball team at his high school. He plays pick-up games at the park to work on his game, experiment with new moves his coach would glower at in league play. So my wife, who doesn't like them to hang-out alone for too long down there, prods me off the couch to bring them home. I put on my old sneaks (just in case my ball-handling skills are needed) and jog the few blocks to the park.
The wide-open, grass-covered square block is filled with families... (more)
NO, FATHER by Mark Barkawitz Back when I was a little kid, attending Catholic grammar school, it was the nuns who pretty much ran the place. Oh sure, the priests were the church leaders. Itâ€™s a very patriarchal religion. But in the classroom or out on the playground, it was the ladies in their black habits who punished our youthful indiscretions by sending us to the bench for our lunch-hour or to detention after school and on weekends. Or cracked our knuckles with a ruler. And aptly titled, it was Sister Superiorâ€”principal of the schoolâ€”who handed down the most and the harshest... (more)
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