This Sunday was Father's Day. A nice relaxing day on the couch watching sports and drinking beer and recovering from the breakfast in bed. Only some genius had a bright idea. Let us take the man's only day to himself and schedule a ballet recital at 2pm on the most sacred of days. Didn't matter to this flamer that it was the final day of the US Open. Didn't matter that there was a NASCAR race on or that it was the middle of the World Cup.
This brings me to another quick topic. There was three males in this production. Two were older gents and obviously had made their sexuality decisions long ago. The third I felt sorry for. He was no more than 10 or 12 years old and his parents had railroaded him into this fiasco. He stands no chance in life. His fate is sealed and he doesn't even know it.
The one bright spot besides seeing my little darlings prance around the stage in outfits that cost more than my first car, was to see this little girl about 4 years old. She would do her assinged routine and instead of following the formation of other little 4 year olds to the next prancing spot, would turn tail and run off stage. They would assist her back on stage and she would repeat her routine and then again dash for the comforts behind the curtains. This went on for two or three minutes to the roaring laughter of the audience.
Today also brings sadness. Today is the 20 year anniversary of the death of Len Bias. He was one of my heros and I am still truly saddened by his passing. Fortunately he kept me from ever thinking of trying cocaine and his death turned around the program at Maryland and eventually led to the hiring of Gary Williams.
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