Damn, I forgot to tell everybody about what I did for Friday night's party! Sorry, all. I was bidding on these old board games on eBay right up until it started. (I got an original 70s Mousetrap, the old quality piece construction, before they replaced all the plastic and metal parts with cardboard, and also an old version of Monopoly from 1935 where the "Chance" cards say things like "Your negro spilled soup on a Senator!" and "Your only son is a confirmed bachelor, pay $50 to finance his musical.")

Let's just pretend now that the city council of DC had decided years ago that black people shouldn't be allowed to vote. Yes, the 15th Amendment guarantees the right of black people to vote (further enforced by the 24th Amendment) but the DC council has decided that they shouldn't be allowed to. Home Rule, Andrew. Sounds ridiculous, huh? Yet that is what the District of Columbia did by banning ownership of all handguns (and most other long guns, too) which clearly violates the Second Amendment.

Track us all back, every one of us, back past the wheel and the horse and language and fire, further back than civilization or history itself, back so far into buried time that even the scientists can't guide us, back into the original mystery. And there, before anything like history or glory or sports, a million years ago, or two million, or three, beneath an unconcerned sun on a buzzing savannah, something nearly human swung down one day from a baobab tree, put a foot to the earth and ran.

Organized sports are the perfection of the unnecessary. The goal of which is to do something that doesn't need doing better than someone else can do it. We're faster now, stronger, and can throw and whack things farther than at any time in our history. It's one of the rare areas of human endeavor that have shown any measurable improvement through the years.

Take that, Hemingway.
- posted by Brian @ 1:08 PM |