The Old Coot calls for a
foul.
By merlin lessler
When an infraction is committed
in a football game, the ref throws a yellow flag. When the coach thinks the ref
made a bad call, he throws a red flag, asking for a review. In soccer it’s not
a flag, but a yellow card for “excessive” fouling of another player. Do it
again and a red card comes out and the player goes out. In basketball, the ref
blows a whistle. We need to employ these techniques in non-sporting events.
Gatherings of families and friends. When the bickering starts to heat up, the
ref throws a yellow flag, halts the conversation before it gets out of control.
This would be especially
productive at a Thanksgiving gathering, where red and blue political people are
thrown together. When the bickering starts, the host or hostess should present
a yellow card, blow a whistle or throw a yellow flag, to stop the escalation.
And, introduce a more friendly topic of discussion. If one of the bickering
pair starts up again, they get shown a red card and put in exile at the children’s
table in the next room.
This process would also
come in handy when a group of married couples get together and the “Bickersons”
start to pick apart each other’s statements. (She) - “Billy Jones ran through
my flower bed.” (He) – “No, it wasn’t; it was the Watson kid!” (She) – “IT WAS
BILLY JONES!!!” one more back & forth and the ref blows the whistle. Everybody
laughs, and the temperature of the bickering couple cools down. Besides, nobody
cares if it was Billy or the Watson kid. Just tell the group what happened to
the flower garden.
If you witnessed a table
of old coots under these rules, you’d hear a lot of whistles and see a lot of
red and yellow flags thrown about. But the bickering with them isn’t between
participants; it’s self-bickering, an old coot stuck on a name that he can’t
retrieve from the fog in his brain. He gets angry at himself, and yells, “What
was it. Darn; it’s right on the tip of my tongue, blah blah!” Flags, whistles and cards would make the world
a better place. Especially the one I live in.
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