The pigskin is getting kicked around these parts again every Saturday and Sunday. It’s football season, and while I hold on to summer so hard you have to peel my fingers from its grasp, I love this season almost as much. This year is one of those special years that comes every four that also has our grand country pitting two teams trying to win not ballgames but votes. I see them as so similar. Football and Hard Ball Politics.
Two teams, one game. The Asses vs. the Big Fat Elephants, The Crimson Tide pitted against the LSU Tigers, the Cowboys live to beat the Redskins. The Democrats hate the Cowboys, The Aggies hate the haters. It’s all getting so confusing.
It is possible, and healthy for us to compete with excellence, vote our heart, and still love the other team. Not to simply disagree with one another, but to learn from the different perspectives.
This November, I’m voting my conscience, which is not to vote. I don’t see a better man and a worse man, and I know that America can handle my vote not being cast for the first time since Clinton v. Bush 41. I’m voting Ron Paul, Ross Perot, Ronald Reagan. Throwing it away, some may say.
I’m not wearing red, or blue, or green. Maybe an earth tone like brown. Sue me, I’m a Christian who is no longer a Republican.
I’m going to spend my time getting along, like the children.