Every year when the hydroplanes come to town, I shake my head
at the goofy spectacle of folks getting drunk, sunburned, and
sometimes drowned as they watch boats race in fast circles. I
cannot understand the attraction.
Every few years, somebody invites me to the symphony or the
ballet and I go. But then I spend an endless night trying to stay
awake. I cannot understand the attraction.
I am boggled by the success of the TV series Lost, the
music of Josh Groban, and any glass sculpture.
I don’t know why any sane person would want to live anywhere
but Seattle.
Yes, I am a highly biased and irrational jerk, but I do realize
the world is filled with competing and valid viewpoints. And I am
not afraid to admit my mistakes.
So I admit that NBA basketball players are not Greek gods; they
are demigods. 