That’s a phrase for people of any faith who go to their house of worship only on the most religious of holidays and don’t attend during the ‘season.’ It’s really their business, not ours.
My friends have always gotten a laugh out of the fact that while I can ‘play’ sports; baseball, basketball, tennis, golf, I really don’t hang out during the season and really don’t know much about who’s who, although I DO know golf.
My dear late friend Larry always got a huge guffaw when it came to baseball because on the few cherished occasions where I sat with him and Meryl watching the Yankees, explained every move..EVERY move. He bragged his dog was savvier than I was…and he was correct.
My friend Ira marveled at the fact that I didn’t know a half back from a hunchback and was even further dismayed when I called him from Miami in the mid-’90s from a board dinner at Morton’s with fellow members of a sports company I represented. I asked him what he thought of Hank Aaron. He said “GOAT.” I said: “oh great, here’s Hank. Tell him yourself.” Over the past 30 years, Ira still tells me it’s not fair.
My friend Jeffrey (boy, do I have a lot of friends) has been a top exec in the sports world his entire career. I texted him a few weeks ago and asked him: “who’s Lanny McDonald? He said he’s a HOF member and one of the legendary stars, and asked why did I send a query. I said: “Oh..I’m at Starbucks with my regular ‘group,’ and he’s sitting next to me. He got up to get his macchiato and they said he played hockey.”
Now, during the Superbowls of the past, I was usually in the kitchen with the wives, harkening back to a more ‘traditional’ custom, which fortunately is a thing of the past in terms of roles. But in the kitchen with the wives? Who’s the smart one here?
It’s been 55 years since the Jets went to the Superbowl. I’m still waiting. And I’m waiting for the Mets. Never was a big watcher or attendee of the Knicks, Giants, or Nets, and certainly not the Cosmos or Generals.
But like Rosh Hashanah, or Good Friday, I ‘attend’ the big game, if not in person, on my TV. I’m watching the Phoenix Open now, before the kick-off, coin toss, once-twice-three-shoot, pick a number from one to ten, or whatever they do to begin the festivities.
I went to Total Wine and asked what kind of oaky Chardonnay goes with the Superbowl. The clerk look at me as if I was from another planet.
I hear Aaron Rodgers may go to the Jets. My feeling? Both the Jets and the Sharks would be lucky to have him.
Go Birds!
When you’re a Jet, you’re a Jet all the way!
I know as much about sports as you do, Barry. It’s my brother Brandon’s department. I’m about to go for a drive soon. Nobody on the road!
Strap on your helmet!!!!