Goodbye July

One of the most topsy-turvy months of recent memory, maybe of my 38 years and 9-plus months on this planet, is ending in less than an hour.

It began so well for me. I had the great trip through Nebraska four weeks ago where I got to experience one of my favorite restaurants from my days in Louisiana, Raising Cane’s, plus I got to see what has become of Omaha’s Rosenblatt Stadium and the new TD Ameritrade Park.

It got even better the next weekend. There was that big wedding reception in St. Joseph on the 11th. Great night. Thought nothing could go wrong.

Then came the next weekend. It went straight into the toilet and way, way below. I made some really stupid threats and really stupid postings on social media. I meant none of them, but if I’ve done irreparable harm, I have only myself to blame for opening my mouth and inserting my big foot. As bad as that was, it got the authorities involved, and that’s never pleasant.

There are ways to express anger. None of them involve going public. If you do, you run the high risk of scaring people off. Please don’t do it. Trust me, it won’t work.

Thankfully, Crista and my guardian angel from San Diego talked me off the ledge and told me it wasn’t that bad. They also helped me come to the realization that it was my own doing, not anybody else’s. I have trouble with it, but I’m not going to lay blame at anyone’s feet.

I also had some help from Liz, whom I got to see Wednesday before she leaves tomorrow morning for her new life in Colorado, one which I hope is very, very happy and fulfilling. I am going to miss her.  A lot.

The month also saw the United States reclaim the FIFA Women’s World Cup after a 16-year drought, Zach Johnson prevail in a tense Monday playoff to win golf’s third major, The Open Championship; Tom Brady’s four-game suspension upheld by NFL commissioner Roger Goodell, with Brady now suing the league in federal court; and the Royals and Blue Jays going all-in with blockbuster trades. Kansas City got right-handed ace Johnny Cueto from Cincinnati and dynamite utility man Ben Zobrist from Oakland, while Toronto acquired super shortstop Troy Tulowitzki from Colorado and stellar southpaw David Price from Toronto.

We’ve also lost some good people. Just in the last three days, former professional wrestling superstar Rowdy Roddy Piper, White Sox ace lefty Billy Pierce, Chicago Bears All-Pro center Mike Pyle, and country singer Lynn Anderson, who gave ust the timeless classic “Rose Garden”, have all left us. Also passing away this month were Raiders quarterback Kenny “Snake” Stabler, crime author Ann Rule, longtime Buffalo Bills radio play-by-play announcer Van Miller, actor Omar Sharif, and actress Amanda Peterson, the star of the 1987 romantic comedy “Can’t Buy Me Love”.

August has always been a very brutal month for me for some reason. Can it be any worse than July 2015 was? It can always be worse. Always. Hopefully not this year.

About David

I am a sportswriter for a group of weekly newspapers in small towns across northern Kansas. I grew up in New Orleans, went to college at LSU and wandered in the wilderness until Hurricane Katrina finally put me on the path to my current job.

Posted on July 31, 2015, in History, Personaal. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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