BENNETT: Keeping my wits
These are strange times indeed, especially when one is a scribe.
Even more so when said scribe has a job in sports and there are none to cover.
The good news is, despite the current challenges, golfers still can go out and take the proverbial “good walk spoiled” or even ride in a cart to play a round of nine or 18 holes.
Obviously, the policy of one person per cart is still currently mandated due to social-distancing guidelines.
If it ever dries up enough on one of my days off to get out and play, I know I’d have an enjoyable time even if I was duffing it around a bit.
Some people are coping with the COVID-19 pandemic better than others.
I know people who are actually not having too much of a problem with the current situation
On the other hand, there are folks I know who are having a much more difficult time dealing with it for a plethora of reasons.
I’ve talked with friends, neighbors, coaches and even guys and gals who are student-athletes.
For the most part, everyone is trying to push through and put on the happy face.
However, some people are going stir crazy.
I’ll admit I was one of them.
For all of my life and the past two-plus decades being here at the paper, sports was something which always was there. It always was going to be there.
That is not the current state of affairs, though.
Thankfully, I was able to get out of town and relax for a spell this weekend in the country.
Of course, as luck would have it the power was out for like nine-plus hours, but that actually turned into a positive.
Aside from playing some Yahtzee, there was good and often entertaining family conversation.
Sunday was a great day to enjoy the sun and just use some personal reflection time.
It also helped when I ran into one of my former classmates’ dad the next day in the grocery store. He had been enjoying time with his family and grandkids.
We shared a couple of laughs — I was wearing my vintage 2010 Calhoun County state wrestling Class AA/A runner-up T-shirt — and he told me it was a little crazy during the power outtage, but he’s the “Chief” and generally has things under control.
It took me more than a week, probably a mininum of 10 days, to even get it through my thick skull sports were not coming back anytime in the near future.
In fairness, that could be because of a small fall I took out of my bunk bed a long time ago.
Suffice it to say, the bunk beds were against the wall where the window was. Right beside of them we had a little space and then a nightstand with the lamp on top and our alarm clock.
If you haven’t guessed it yet, I rolled out of the top bunk while sleeping and somehow missed cracking my noggin open on the corner of the nightstand only to literally have my head go straight into the trash can.
Some things one just can’t live down.
Contact Jay Bennett at firstname.lastname@example.org