Good morrow to all and let the slaughter of the turkey masses yield here!
Today is the blessed food holiday of Thanksgiving. That yearly tradition where families, blood and pseudo, gather and consume a bountiful feast to celebrate the good tidings in their lives. This year after the annual Turkey Bowl game (football) at Fenton Park, I will trek to my mother’s home to share in one such feast with my mom and Bill. I am thankful for having my mom in my life and her having Bill to make hers all the better. I am thankful for my most devoted blog reader Becca. On the personal front, I am thankful for Kristi and Ayden in my life to keep me humble and focused on what is truly important on a daily basis. I am thankful and grateful for Mike and Jessica, who opened their home to me and Sadie to live. I am thankful my friend Matt did not chainsaw his leg off in a recent woodcutting accident so that he and his family may enjoy the holidays in peace (one piece). I am grateful for the number of softball friends I have amassed over the years.
The holidays can be tricky. Many people tend to be harboring issues beneath the surface but put on a deceptively pleasant and happy front. To them I say, be strong and do what you have to do. Also if you need to unburden or just get a friendly perspective, I am here for you. I know all too well that things are not always roses and champagne showers. Sometimes it is necessary to close off and regroup. Much like the main character in Stephen King’s series: The Dark Tower (Roland Deschain), I do not tolerate bullshit all that well. Granted the character King created is more talented and compelling than I am, nonetheless, bullshit is tough to endure. But the world has indeed moved on…
Like Roland, I knew from an early age that I was not the most gifted among my peers. Some of this was through general observation and some was from my father’s lips. But that doesn’t matter. Through experience and discovery we learn who we are and can decide daily what is wise to pursue and what will lead to disappointment. Aside from my creative spurts that generally are in the word genre, there is something else I tend to embrace: grudges.
Really Scott? You’re going to speak of grudges on this congenial and good-will-towards-man season? The answer simply is yes.
As I sit here in the throes of some sort of nasal maladity a mere four hours before the ‘kick-off’ of the annual Turkey Bowl game, I am reminded of my social responsibilities. In times of charity and a better cause, you some times have to endure those you would otherwise avoid or verbally take to task. What am I speaking of? Well, to be blunt, having to coexist in the same time and space as someone whom I would rather not because of their offensive deeds and lies. Like I mentioned above, I do hold grudges, sometimes into infinity. Some people will say it makes me a lesser man for holding them but guess what, say what you will, I don’t care. My father tops the list of people I am begrudged to and I do not see him getting a pardon any time soon. There are others whom I presently would rather just not see or deal with for their bullshit.
This is not to say once you are on my shit list you are there forever. Back in 1995 my childhood friend Matt and I parted ways for awhile after his wedding. The nature of the grievance is not important. But after a time, he reached out to me and we re-established the lines of communication. The fences and wound were mended…which I hope happens to his leg once the stitches come out and the gash stops oozing.
But for those still languishing on the naughty list, GFY. I mean that. I’m not good at putting on a fake smile and acting like nothing is wrong. If I don’t like you, you know it. Most of the time I will try to avoid those people for the sake of common friends, but when they are within my softball circles and softball family…it gets difficult. So wish me luck, for in a handful of hours, I will have to endure the presence of a longtime friend, who now is just a pathetic excuse for a man that makes me sick to even think about. Liars, cheats and backstabbers – I have no need for you in my life. Life is about the pursuit of happiness and your shady, scumbag ways are a source of my un-happiness. I sincerely hope that the universe sides with me on this topic (since it is not returning my calls on the Powerball topic) and inflicts upon those who act like selfish douchebags with recurring monthly bloody burning diarrhea so bad that they get Charley-horse cramps in both legs and cannot walk for a week.
I do not apologize for my feelings on the subject. It is by our convictions that we make it through this life. It is not my place to have to tell someone how to treat a ‘friend’. If common sense or upbringing has not taught you better, then you are not only an embarrassment to yourself but also your parents (…and have forgotten the face of your father #TheDarkTower).
I will hop down off ye ole soapbox and wish each and every one of you a safe and enjoyable holiday.