I know this is a sports blog and that's where I'm supposed to channel my insanity. Yet, every once in a while, something happens that compels me to deviate from the usual sticks and balls. There's that, and I suspect the boss gave up hope on me a long time ago as far as being anywhere near predictable -- but so far I haven't got fired and, last I heard, there's been no uptick in his meds -- so maybe I can get away with this.
Andy Rooney just died at the age of 92, only about a month after he retired.
Though I never had the pleasure of meeting the man, he's been one of my favorite people for many years, no doubt for his show-ending spots on 60 Minutes.
Sure, he was old school, yet he had a knack for showing us things that are right in front of our faces -- but we don't see. Better yet, he'd espouse his opinion, and really didn't care what people thought about it. I dare say being politically correct was not high on his priority list. Andy would just point out the obvious, express it in a humorous way, and let the viewers draw their own conclusions. A rare combination indeed that yours truly found very admirable.
Maybe he's now giving some old-fashioned advice to St. Peter on a better way to operate gates.
I hope so.
What could this possibly have to do with sports? Just that Andy seemed to be a good sport about most everything, and that's just going to have to be close enough.
He was truly one of a kind and may he R.I.P