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The Shocking Truth About Halloween Revealed
Oct 31st
Okay. Are the kids asleep, exhausted from a hard day’s night of trolling the neighborhood for a supply with which to satiate the craving of their next candy fix? Has the sugar high now been replaced by the inevitable low? Are they now dreaming of how soon can they get past this Thanksgiving deal and move on ahead to the good holiday, i.e. Christmas? Good.
Now, and only now, can the shocking truth about Halloween be revealed.
It’s all an excuse for adults to buy “kids” candy for themselves.
Oh, we think we’re fooling everyone. That extra bag of Pixy Stix? Just in case more trick-or-treaters come than expected. The giant bag of Smarties? Ditto. You have to be prepared, right? Better grab an extra bag or two of Snickers. Maybe some Milk Duds too. Never know what will happen. And no matter what, absolutely do not run out of Tootsie Rolls!
But it’s long since past the time when small fry are out plying their beggarly trade. The porch light is switched off, the candles inside the pumpkins snuffed out. Another Halloween come and gone.
But… but… what’s this? Candy left over? Lots of candy left over? Oh my. Well, can’t take it back. Guess we’ll just have to eat it ourselves…
… as we pull out five bags worth of different types that were never even opened and dig in.
‘Fess up, fellow adults. We dream of this time of year. We furtively wander through the candy aisles for Halloween the moment they’re up at our local store, taking careful note of which sugary delights we normally avoid buying for fear of getting at best a quizzical but far more often disapproving look (“Don’t you know that’s for kids?”) are now available with the perfect excuse for purchase: it’s for the trick-or-treaters, of course! But of course.
Then at the first possible moment we swoop in, scoring bag after bag knowing full well none of which will see the light of day on October thirty-first. More specifically, the light of night as we open the door to the little urchins mooching goodies.
Oh, we give them candy. Is it our fault it’s from the one bag of stuff we wouldn’t eat if our lives depended on it. It was the first one we grabbed. Honest! No really it’s true I swear.
All those other bags? They just happen to be hidden well out of sight until everyone is out of sight. Completely forgot we had them. Oh well, our bad. Can’t let them go to waste.
And so they’re ours. All ours…
… just as long as your own kids don’t find them.
A Conundrum
Oct 30th
I was walking through my not terribly friendly but still neighborhood BART station this morning when I noticed an assortment of “No on 8″ signs set up throughout the walkway that leads to the fare gates. For the uninitiated, they referred to Proposition 8 on the California state ballot which if passed will reverse the state Supreme Court decision from earlier this year which legalized gay marriage. Having already dodged the couple of Jehovah’s Witnesses posted at the front of the walkway, I resolved to quietly bypass the young man and woman who were standing close in front of the fare gates handing out No on 8 pamphlets. Besides, I had my McCain/Palin hat on. Surely they’d take one look at that and write me off as a potential convert to their cause, right?
Wrong. The man tried to hand me a pamphlet as I passed by, saying to me as I did so, “Please vote no on 8. I want to stay married.” At which point I freely admit the words of Kinky Friedman came to mind: “I support gay marriage. I believe they have a right to be as miserable as the rest of us.” Then again, Friedman is a lifelong bachelor, so how would he know.
One would think with me being, well, me I’d be worked up on the subject of gay marriage. Truth is I’m not. I am fully aware of what the Bible says about homosexual activity. I cannot and will not attempt to sidestep Scripture. Not an option. Never an option. I am also fully aware that I have dear friends who are gay, including one who is a Christian, and that I’ve seen two people in love who are the same gender. I don’t understand it and I don’t get it and it’s as alien to me as it gets. But it’s there and it’s real. So I honestly don’t know what to think.
That said, I can’t generate any enthusiasm to support gay marriage. It’s a legal Pandora’s box that has nothing to do with alarmist “they’ll teach it to our kids in school” hysteria. Rather, it’s a basic question: how do you define who can and can’t get married? If you say two consenting adults regardless of gender, how then can you prohibit blood relatives? Or enforce the age limit? If you take away the fundamental definer — man and woman — what is there to legally keep any less restrictive definer in place?
This is the conundrum I face and will face next Tuesday when I step into the voting booth. Gay marriage is a bitterly divisive issue. One look at the increasingly strident rhetoric and disturbing, increasingly aggressive behavior by fringe members of one camp against any and all on the other makes this all too clear. Also true is that the issue can divide someone within. Which is where I am.
I don’t know. I honestly don’t know.
Now That’s An Oops
Oct 28th
Being a denizen of the San Francisco Bay area, I have resigned myself to a world where it’s all 49ers all the time. Thus, I had no choice but to note the recent change in the head coach position.
This past Sunday, new head coach Mike Singletary discovered two things. Yes, the 49ers really are that bad. Two, you do hear some, shall we say, interesting questions from the media.
Before the game, FOX Sports sideline reporter Danyelle Sargent was interviewing Singletary. One of her questions was (quote) “I heard that your mentor Bill Walsh was one of the first phone calls that you made when you found out that you had the job. What does it mean to you to be the head coach of the 49ers?”
To her surprise, Singletary didn’t answer the question. He seemed almost speechless at that particular moment.
Why?
Bill Walsh, the legendary 49ers head coach who won three Super Bowls during his tenure with the team, wouldn’t be in a position to take the call.
He passed away in July of last year.
Wonder who Sargent heard about that phone call from.
A Hopefully Graceful Exit
Oct 26th
As I mentioned earlier today at Restrictor Plate This in the comments area of the open thread for today’s NASCAR race at Atlanta, I’ve given thirty days notice at SportsBlogs Nation that I’ll be leaving next month. Indulge me as I explain why.
First off, my leaving SBN is in no way due to any dissatisfaction with the organization or the people involved. I have nothing but praise and appreciation for Tyler, Trei, Jim, and Markos along with everyone else at SBN. They have been unfailingly supportive and appreciative from the first time I heard from Tyler back in late March of last year when he graciously extended an offer to join the network. Not once has there been so much as a whisper of complaint, criticism, or censorship in any fashion. Not once.
SBN is assembling the absolute finest group of sports bloggers on the planet. To a one they are the best of the best. I was and am honored to be considered worthy to be one of them, and I will always be proud of my association with SBN. I am especially proud to have had some part in bringing John Butchko, who writes the Jets blog at SBN, on board so his superb quality writing can enjoy the wider audience it deserves.
So why am I leaving?
In recent months it has become increasingly apparent to me that the need to communicate about Christ has become paramount in my blogging. In the NASCAR blog I had from August of 2003 until I joined SBN in April of last year I often wandered off on tangents which although occasionally entering the realms of politics or pop culture mostly focused on spiritual matters. The need to return to such a manner of writing has been weighing heavily on me, with the weight growing ever greater as time has gone by.
SBN is an inappropriate venue for such writing. Again I stress that not once has anyone involved with SBN raised a single word of disapproval to anything I have written there. However, it would be disrespectful to SBN to start writing in the manner I once wrote and in which I feel led to resume writing. That is the sole reason why I am leaving.
I can say with confidence that SBN will become a major force in not only sports blogging, but sports writing period. It is a network with both a clear vision as to where it wants to go and an intelligent, properly executed business plan designed to get it there. I wish it and all its bloggers nothing but the best, for this is what they deserve. I will be cheering them on every step of the way, and I will always be proud to be an alumnus of the best sports blogging network there is. Also, I have no doubt whatsoever that those who will be taking over for me at my NASCAR blog Restrictor Plate This and my San Jose Sharks blog Fear The Fin will embody the quality for which SBN is deservedly known.
As to me, my plan is to dust off The Diecast Dude’s (Mostly) NASCAR Blah Blah Blog in time for the start of the 2009 NASCAR season. A tremendous amount of work needs to be done porting over five plus years worth of entries, and I can only hope to be done in time for next year’s Daytona 500. I still have much work to do here in bringing over all the posts from the old location, so if you find me huddled in a corner somewhere mumbling something about font formatting and re-setting the publish date I hope you’ll understand!
I will always be grateful to SBN for the opportunity it provided, and I will always cherish my time with it. But I must move on by moving back, as it were. In the meanwhile I will be here on a regular basis, so please stop by once in a while and say hi. When the brand new old digs are ready I’ll let you know. Hopefully I’ll see you there.
And maybe — just maybe — there’ll be a polar bear there waiting to say hello.
And Now, With The Sports News…
Oct 25th
… I’m leaving SportsBlogs Network next month.
Much more on this tomorrow.
A Quiet Night
Oct 24th
Nothing in particular to say tonight…
… which I doubt will be the case tomorrow night.
More then.
Read About It
Oct 23rd
We do think about odd items to embroider on the banners we fly as battle flags in the political conflict, don’t we. ”Do you know how much the RNC has spent on outfits for Sarah Palin?” ”Do you know how much Barack Obama spends per suit?” Do you know how unspeakably irrelevant these things are to anything germane to the real world? Um, probably not.
There’s a growing disconnect in this land permeating both left and right when it comes to those who communicate and those who accept the communication. Preaching to the choir while accepting a generous love offering from the congregation is now standard operational procedure in this era of “look at me — SQUEE!” snark and snipe passed off as journalism. Opinion and commentary no longer reside on the op-ed page. They live everywhere. Rare indeed is the news story not marinated in personal viewpoint to where it is the overriding flavor. Let not facts get in the way of a good blast, pro or con. Aren’t I clever? Am I not speaking truth to power? Where’s my Pulitzer? Where’s my Weblog award? When’s the next social gathering of my tribe’s mutual admiration society? Lather rinse and repeat daily.
The main thrust behind blogging on a level other than the personal journal once was creating a new kind of journalist and/or columnist. There would be a different fundamental, one based on genuine communication not to, but with the people who read their material as opposed to one dispensing pearls of wisdom from atop their ivory tower. That was the idea, anyway. But do we have this? No.
An illusion of inclusion is the fuel behind most major blogs these days. Agree with me or us, you can be part of the cool kids. Look, your comments in print! Aren’t you special.
Actually, no you’re not. Do you genuinely believe the author or authors at Huffington Post or Daily Kos or Michelle Malkin or Instapundit care one little bit about what you think? Embrace reality. They don’t. Their purpose is broadcasting their views and in most cases padding their bank account. Certainly there’s nothing wrong with writing for a living. But at least be honest about it. Don’t strike a pose as the great facilitators of interactive dialog. You’re not. You never were. You never will be. You speak, they listen. The relationship goes no father.
But what about you, comes the question. You hold forth on your viewpoints. You almost never print comments disagreeing with you. Correct on both counts. So what’s the difference?
Simple, really. It’s in the sidebar: “one man, one voice, one opinion. Consider it as you will.” I’m not seeking to be a leader; I’m not preaching any evangel save Jesus Christ crucified and risen along with a set of four tenets I’ve developed over the years I call the blogging evangel:
- The ability to broadcast your opinion neither elevates nor validates your opinion.
- If you’re doing it for love, blog. If you’re looking to get paid, try porn.
- E-mail. Answer. Always.
- Never become what you profess to oppose. Never.
Not that I always live up to any or all of the above. I often fail. That does not negate the principles any more than a Christian who commits a sin negates the Word of God. No, I’m not comparing or equating the blogging evangel to the Gospel. It still matters.
Someday, somehow, it’d be nice to have blogging back. This will start when the “leaders” demonstrate leadership in the manner Jesus spoke of:
When he was in the house, he asked them, “What were you arguing about on the road” But they kept quiet because on the way they had argued about who was the greatest. Sitting down, Jesus called the Twelve and said, “If anyone wants to be first, he must be the very last, and the servant of all (Mk. 9:33b-35).”
Don’t hold your breath waiting, though.


