Hey errybody. So, turns out I can drive a golf ball. Once I found my swing, I actually drove the ball pretty far for my first time out. But I do this weird thing where I lift my front foot and delay my backswing, which I know is wrong. But it just felt natural to me. So I looked it up and, as it turns out, it’s maybe not so wrong after all. As long as it keeps working for me, I’ll keep doing it. And if you try to correct it I will compare myself to Nicklaus and nobody wants that.
Anyway, here’s what Top Golf looks like — essentially a driving range with club music, buckets of beer, and targets for scoring purposes:
We had a good time.
Another really interesting thing happened this weekend. At the baseball game Friday, my girlfriends and I got chatted up (or, actually, it’s entirely possible that my girlfriends started it — I wouldn’t know because I was off running around)) by a couple of marines. And one of them wrote an excellent blog post around February of this year on whether or not women should serve in a combat capacity. Read the entire thing. Here’s something to get you started:
In society writ large there are examples of these physical differences. One of these is the Olympics, where there are separate events for both men and women. As Ms. Duff pointed out during our discussion, women have 50% less upper body strength, and 25% less lung capacity. Because of this reality, the physical standards for women in the military are significantly and justifiably lower. The Infantry itself is a lot like your university’s football team. They’re a bunch of mouth breathing, knuckle dragging, testosterone charged, physical machines (to be clear I say this out of love). These men didn’t join the Infantry because the uniforms were cool or they wanted money for college. They joined to push themselves to the limits of human endurance, and well, because over the past 10 years were promised a chance to take a shot at another human being… legally.
Do you really want your daughter hanging out with men who have that mentality?
He got a few shout outs, one from the estimable Weekly Standard, and I think he should write a whole lot more than he does because I think there’s a misconception about our fighting men, particularly the marines. Jim’s piece shows a thoughtfulness and eloquence that serves his former profession well. But I said all that to say this:
Funny how things sort of synchronize in life. This concept of true manhood has been one I’ve spent a lot of time lately picking over and rolling around in my head and, after talking with Jim, a few things were thrown into such sharp relief that I don’t believe I will question them again. It’s pretty easy to distill: there are boys who run around playing war games as hobby — drinking games, college dorm games with names like “assassin,” video games, social media games — trying to beat their opponents in some mock battle where the win equals nothing more than bragging rights. And then there are men who have actually done the job and been to war. The one I met had been “blown up a couple of times” and had his left shoulder reconstructed (I have no reason not to believe he was telling the truth). This isn’t to say the war games aren’t worthwhile and that mock competition doesn’t have a place. Simply that the games are just that: games. As such they should be a supplement to life — not the focus of life. They should be the kind of thing one does to return to normalcy after being blown up, not the kind of thing one spends every day negotiating a schedule around. Anyway, I don’t even know if that made any sense, but it needed to come out. And now it has.
Okay, big week for me — much to do in the professional realm and then I’m heading back to Georgia Thursday for the annual Lee Family Reunion. This will mark the first time I’ve been home after a sequence of events led my family to wonder why on earth I choose to associate with crazy people (that’s a long story and maybe I’ll tell it someday). So it’ll be a little hard to face them initially. Until they all remind me that I’m one of them and family loves you despite the fact that I’m a terrible judge of character sometimes. Hopefully I’ll have some time to post once more before heading to the land of the pines. Till then, here’s some stuff as usual.
Things are getting out of hand in Egypt and I’m willing to go out on a limb and say that when the Islamists say the protestors started it, they’re lying. Also, we just look like Keystone Cops all the damn time anymore…
…Like right here. I mean come on man. This was the grand plan to heal the world and now it’s something to circumvent and delay? The sense of “I can just do what I want at any time because I’m in charge” is overwhelming.
In the meantime, over at NPR, we get to hear how the Constitution should be abolished. Not sure what kind of governing document would serve in its place but apparently it can only have been written in “the modern world” for it to apply. Who the f*ck are these people? Does the relative shortness of human civilization elude them?
Damn straight. I like a man that can pull one of these off as well.
I may try it after I get home from dance class tonight so I have easy dinner for the next three days before heading out of town.
And, for your music, check it: hick-hop.