T. GAMBLE: Maybe I’ll protest next year

I read with interest today that women of Argentina are now protesting, much like the women of America. The only difference in the protests is the women of Argentina are protesting for the right to go topless on the beaches instead of protesting a recent election.

I’m really not sure who they are protesting against — or to — over there. If the women all want to go topless, I’m pretty sure the men are OK with it, so who is stopping them?

At any rate, they plan to protest by — you guessed it — going topless.

I don’t know a lot about the whole situation over there, but given what I do know, I think I like the way Argentina women protest a whole lot better than the way American women protest.

I’m personally considering protesting the recent Super Bowl outcome.

The Falcons lost, like I figured they would, in about the worst way possible, blowing a 28-3 lead. ESPN has now coronated Tom Brady and I still want the Falcons to at least get the ball once in overtime.

Who in the hell decided it is a good idea to let the team that wins the coin toss win the game if they score a touchdown? Why didn’t they just flip a coin and whoever called it right just be awarded the victory? I could have gone to bed an hour earlier and cussed Tom Brady less. Then I would have been in bed at about the same time as the Falcons defense, which apparently needed a little nappy time from mid-third quarter on.

I think the French put up a better defense against Hitler than did the mighty Falcon defense in the final quarter.

But we always have next year. Yep always next year, until, of course, you have no more years and then you are dead and gone, still talking about next year.

My whole life consists of next year. Next year, I will really get in shape. Next year, I will hit it rich. Next year, I will retire. Next year, I will not put off dealing with that problem until the last minute.

Or maybe, I’ll put it off until next year.

Next year, I’ll write a great novel. Next year, I’ll take piano lessons and dazzle everyone in the hotel lobby, wherever I am, with my fabulous rendition of all of Billy Joel’s songs.

Next year.

In truth, that is the trouble with being a sports fan. Only one team wins it all. The rest are left waiting for next year. Mind you, some fans are looking more toward next year than the others. Georgia fans are looking more toward next year’s football season than, say, Duke fans, but Duke fans are looking more toward next year’s basketball, or maybe this year’s, than, say, Georgia.

What I need is more participation trophies.

Auburn did not win the SEC or National championship, but Auburn would get a participation trophy for football this year, I think. Well, maybe not the offense, but the defense would.

The Falcons would get a big participation trophy this year, and even Duke could get one, too.

Then, instead of next year, we’d have this year. Not much of this year, mind you, but still this year.

But right now, sadly enough, it is wait ‘til next year.

I’ll see you in the hotel lobby.

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