The commentary upon our day can be an assorted mess.
Name it. The new narrative about Supreme Court Justice Kavanaugh. The latest twiddling [yep, not my unintended misuse] of our President. The snarly tagging of a sharpie’s use and naming of Pounce.
And. Of course, the world of sport…and we make it personal. The anguish of the Broncos losing in the last no seconds to a field goal by a kicker the Bears’ fans had little use for last year. A puzzle if the Cubs will continue to have double-digit victories…wondering whether the Spurs will make the playoffs.
All that…and more, about the realities of the family, the tug of a salmon.
As I consider this morning, the dogs waiting to take me for a walk, there was an article about “pinking” that took me deeper. Sure, the team lost 55-0. But, here’s the article. About making the world pink.
No, no, no.
More. So much more.
About declaring that life and death is not academic and when we lose…when the opponent loses. What matters?
My answer is not self-serving at the surface level. It’s deep and hopefully other serving…how we do care about human life, about measuring goodness with more emphasis…and knowing that life matters…whether or not you even on a sharpie, whether you kick a 52-yard field goal.
This struck me as what’s really important…declaring that we care, opponent or not.