My high school English teachers would certainly be amazed by my positive (I think?) contributions to this newspaper over the last three years. It has been a great deal of fun, and I must admit I have at times enjoyed those 15 seconds of fame.
Footballs are again filling the air. Thomas Dale, Bird, Matoaca and Meadowbrook will again be providing the thrills of Friday Night Lights as four of the finest programs to be found anywhere. Excitement is high as the coaches have been preparing their troops throughout the month of August to take the field this week.
I’m sorry to say that over the last two weeks I came face to face with technology and lost. The time difference between London and the east coast was such that every time I switched on my computer, the results of the day’s premier event flashed before my eyes.
The spectacle of the XXX Olympiad is in full force as you read this. It was in 1896 that the ancient games were revived, thanks to the dream of the Frenchman Baron Pierre de Coubertin. The Baron was fascinated by the educational aspects of sport and by the enthusiasm that was generated by them.
My love of golf has been well documented through the life of this column. With my retirement as a classroom teacher in June 2008, I assumed that I would seize the opportunity to play a significant amount of golf throughout the calendar year.
With respect to our beautiful neighbor to the west, the heaven to which I refer to is the ultimate baseball cathedral, Fenway Park. As I wrote in this column several weeks ago, I looked forward to our pilgrimage with great anticipation.
Hope springs eternal for all baseball fans, as their favorite team jockeys for position during the season’s first six weeks. As the season has past the Memorial Day holiday, some fans can already begin to see whether their team will be in the marathon season for the long haul, or whether it will be another long winter ahead in waiting for next year.
When it comes to the sporting world, I am not a fan of the NFL. TV timeouts and the non-football activities have turned me away from the sport. I have also discovered the beauty of outdoor, family times on Sunday afternoons in the fall. In my old age however, I have begun to follow the Washington teams as my home teams.
Last week the Master’s golf tournament and baseball’s first pitch coincided, due in some small part to the fact that major league baseball is now marketing “opening week” instead of the more traditional opening day.