Anyone who has read my blogs knows I'm fairly lighthearted. I'm the Henny Youngman of ROTB ("Take my guard, please!") And I'd planned to continue this trend tonight with a article about whether or not the Arizona Cardinals should go offensive line or outside linebacker/ defensive end with their first round 7 pick. And with me and my wacky titles, I was guessing a childhood nursery rhyme theme like " Three left tackles sitting in a tree...and his name was Mingo." , and finishing with a line of somewhere near that if that John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt is the Cards pick - than he was my pick too.
But the Boston Marathon changed that. You can't joke around when reality jumps and bites you in the rear when you hear that an 8 year boy has died and over a hundred injured and you're trying to be clever about a game where grown men get paid an enormous amount of money that same little man will never get the chance to play, let alone appreciate.
And I'm not trying to be on a soapbox or maudlin. I was planning on posting a Pat Tillman piece before his run on Saturday, which now I'm assuming will take on greater significance security-wise and so forth. And I have no idea into the thought process of Tillman, only from what I've read. And from those memories, I'm guessing Pat (as would most people) would be enraged at what happened Monday. I'm assuming he would take a "kick-ass-take-names-later" kind of investigation. A kinda of Clint Eastwood- Charles Bronson small sheriff takes on the bad guy vendetta thing. But then again, maybe not - because one thing we know about Pat is that he didn't want to be a martyr. I'm sure he wanted his military death be completely separate from his NFL playing career, much like his personal thoughts differentiated from his image. So, I going to close with:
"Star light, star bright.
The first star I see tonight.
Wish I may, wish I might,
Have the wish I wish tonight."
It's just a game everyone, not real life.