College Softball. After each half inning in the field, there is a huge reception from the bench for everyone's effort. Ladies, congratulate a good play, or console a player who had a rough moment, but otherwise... just hold steady until the end of the game. The more you do it, the less it means. Not everybody sees it this way... but they're wrong.
Doubles Tennis. After most points there is a hand slap between the players. Unless you're passing signals (which you're not)... is it really necessary to high five your partner after the other team hits a return into the net? The answer is no.
Basketball free throws. Again... why? "Hey, way to brick that free throw, Shaq... slap me some skin." "Hey, J.J., congrats on making that unguarded shot from 15 feet to tie the game at 14 in the first half. Give me five." Hit one to tie it with 5 seconds left and I'll be the first in line to slap your hand or your butt... but, it has to mean something.
In other celebration news...
To honor America on this great weekend, we have been eating freedom dogs, liberty chips, justice carrots, bicameral pizza, freedom ketchup, red white and blueberries, freedom ranch dressing, Samuel Adams Beer, independence dog food and freedom nacho cheese. You can't have too much freedom.
We have no purple mountain majesties around here and our amber waves of grain were harvested a couple weeks ago. However, we do have spacious skies, some really tall corn, a snoring dog, a snoring cat and another snoring dog. And that's my America.
It's time to join the snoring freedom chorus.
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