Blame Cannada

I thought it would be years before I would tell you this story.

To be honest, I was so traumatized by what happened to me last Thursday that I wondered if I would ever speak of it again. But you deserve to know.

It’s been about six years since Nathan Moore’s untimely passing, and his legacy is continuing to grow.

For those that might not know or remember, Nathan was a senior on the Greer High basketball team in 2016 when he died suddenly during the season. It came without warning, and it devastated the Yellow Jacket community.

I’m starting to understand the premise of the old show, “Kids Say the Darndest Things.”

It’s getting to where you never know what’s going to come out of my 4-year-old’s mouth.

TV is ruining our lives.

Well, mostly my life and the lives of my kids.

You’d think with three children they would all watch the same cartoons. But, no. They do not. Penny and Charlie like zero of the same shows. For Charlie, it’s Curious George, Mickey Mouse and the Grinch. For Penny, it’s Mira, Rocketeer and Paw Patrol.

I’m old.

To borrow from Bilbo Baggins, I know I don’t look it, but I’m beginning to feel it—like butter scraped across too much bread.

(Some of you are probably saying, “yes you do look it,” but now is not the time.)

I’ve gone on some silly rants in the past.

This one, however, is completely serious.

So put your serious pants on, and listen up.

I am officially canceling picnics.

My picnics, your picnics…everybody’s picnics.

I don’t envy my wife’s profession nine months out of the year.

Teaching is a tough gig. It comes with an insane amount of pressure and extremely expectations. It also comes with three months off.

Shannon makes sure I’m well aware of this.

I was a sophomore in high school when I joined the school newspaper staff. We printed a monthly paper that resembled a newsletter.

In those days I was addicted to sports. I would stay up late and watch Laker games. I would leave the television on SportsCenter. I would play as much baseball as my parents would allow.