While University of Kentucky fans took to the streets of Lexington Saturday night rioting and burning otherwise perfectly good, if beer-stained, couches along the Avenue of Champions and chanting something about a Big Blue Nation defeating cross-state rivals Louisville Cardinals and perhaps even ruling the entire world, I sat at home in my recliner, declining the option of hauling the old Lazy Boy out onto 4th Street and setting it on fire.
Why, you ask? Why this lack of action on my part? Why my unwillingness to engage in civil disobedience for the sake of my alma mater, why this refusal to sacrifice my seat, complete with built-in foot rest and reclining capabilities, on the flaming altar that is the Big Blue Mania?
I could blame this regrettable inactivity on old age, of course, since I turned 50 this past week—osteoporosis and lack of muscle mass making the moving of family room furniture onto the streets impossible, not to mention not being able to remember where I stashed the matches. But actually, it’s something else entirely.
You see, I’ve been advised by medical professionals and sports enthusiasts alike, that I should not watch basketball, not because it’s hard on my heart or elevates my aging blood pressure, but because it causes me to curse.
A lot.
My partner Sara says I swear in my sleep, but from what I can tell, it’s way worse when I watch Wildcat basketball.
And the irony in this is that I don’t like game.
At all.
Who wants to watch a bunch of ball-bouncing men running up and down a court, sweating and attempting to get said balls through hoops at either end of an otherwise perfectly good wood floor that been defaced with paint? Who paints a floor like that?
Seriously. What I wouldn’t do to have those very hard woods in my home on 4th Street!
Which is exactly where I cursed up a storm on Saturday night, watching the Cats take on the Cards in the first game of the Final Four. It was a crazy, profanity-laced scene in our library in downtown Lexington.
But then maybe that tells you just how much of a basketball fan I am not. I watched the game from a book-filled room with a Dr. Seuss dog draped around my neck.
Or, now that I think about it, maybe that does have something to do with old age or, for those of you who know my mental health history, what we could call dementia-induced, Big Blue Madness.
What do you think? Did you watch the game on Saturday?
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Watched the game. I guess I have opted to cheer for Kentucky since my beloved Carolina is out of the running. I don’t curse but my blood pressure rises dramatically—especially when they make dumb mistakes!!! Seriously! Turnovers and bad passes drive me nuts!!! I am very glad you spared the LazyBoy—I can not imagine how that would have solved any of the problems of the world if you had given into that impulse!!!! Happy game watching, my friend!
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Yes, yes–long live the Lazy Boy! Long live the Kentucky Wildcat! To be honest, I suppose my blood pressure rises, as well. And I have no idea why I curse when I watch. The games must reduce me to some primitive insticts to grunt in the direction of survival. I suppose it’s kind of a neanderthal response. Weird.
Thanks for reading, Beth Ann.
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Well whatever works for you! Better you let it out then keep it all bottled up till you explode!!! 🙂
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Well, I was never really tempted to burn my chair. Probably shouldn’t admit it, but this was just a lame attempt at humor.
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🙂
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A1 post! Reminds me of the Big Orange Madness that takes place here each July. Why are sofas always the first casualties?
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Sofas may soon decline into extinction in certain parts of the planet. Sad, isn’t it? Maybe they are easy to catch on fire. Who knows. Glad you enjoyed the post!
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Love the cartoon thought clouds coming out of you and Lucy’s heads!
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Glad you enjoyed them, Laurie. What’s sad it that I have Photoshop but lack the ability to add these clouds digitally–thus, the poor quality. Oh, well. Thanks for reading, my friend.
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This is why I don’t like living in the city. If my husband and I had the choice, we’d move to country where we couldn’t even see our neighbors, just acres of grass and trees. *sigh*
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Yeah, urban furniture burning is very real reason for leaving the city! But, does it happen often where you live? Is it like epidemic?
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This is probably a treasonous thing to admit publicly but college basketball doesn’t do it for me at all. I would sooner watch grass grow. What a waste of furniture.
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Here’s the deal, V–I can’t stand basketball. I would generally rather be shot than watch a game–but something just comes over me in this situation. It’s embarrassing, really. I’m as anti-basketball as the the next urban intellectual. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Call in the white coats, perhaps.
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I haven’t seen one game and probably won’t watch the finals unless I’m injured and unable to crawl away for the tv in the guess room…I guess I’m less of a fan than you are. 😉 Enjoyed your post about though.
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This comment made me laugh! The thing that is so damn weird is that I don’t consider myself that much of a fan. It’s like this other person takes over. Someone I don’t know. Think I need to seek professional advice? LOL
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This is fucking hilarious, Kathy.
Oops. Apparently reading about you cursing makes me curse, too. I apologize for my profanity-laced sentence and for offending the sensibilities of anybody whose sensibilities might have been offended.
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Your comment made me laugh out loud, Mark! You’ve got it absolutely right. No need to apologize to me. I’m just getting warmed up in time for the game tonight.
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Oh yes, I watched both games on Saturday. I actually hadn’t thought about it in a while but, considering how the fan’s here behave just as stupidly after a big win as the Kentucky fans did on this occasion, perhaps having my team end up the big loser in the 2nd game wasn’t so bad after all! 😕
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So sorry to hear your team lost the big game. I didn’t watch the second game, but suppose it must be tough when there’s a comeback toward the end. I guess we here in Kentucky might be better off playing Kansas. Wasn’t Ohio State expected to win that game?
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I think most of the “talking heads” favored OSU, but I’ve lived in Columbus for 42 years and they’ve more than earned the “Suckeyes” label I throw at them. 😕
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Ha, never heard that term–that’s pretty good.
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Sorry, Ohio sports just has that effect on me. In addition to the Suckeyes, we have the Nevernears (Cavaliers), the Clowns (Browns), the Fumbles (Bengals), the Deads (Reds), and the Jive (Tribe). I know the last team is technically known as The Indians, but you try mock-rhyming that name! 😆
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Those are all pretty damn funny, my friend!
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They really burn couches? They really riot? Gosh, I’d heard rumors. And my daughter once got pepper-sprayed while in the celebrating (our mourning?) crossfire at Michigan State. I don’t understand People sometimes, do you?
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I didn’t see it happen myself. I only saw photos and video. But, Kathy, people can be really crazy–and here in central Kentucky, I’m afraid, they are. And, no, I don’t understand them at all. At least it’s better than in Haiti, where folks burn tires. But at least there they’re burning them in response to election fraud–not something as ultimately insignificant as basketball.
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Kathy, my mom went to UK! AND she LOVES to curse! Can’t wait for you foul-mouthed wildcats to meet in a couple of weeks!
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So you think it’s a UK issue? Hadn’t thought of that. Hell, I can’t wait to meet your mom!
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I loathe and detest basketball, Kathy! It’s the sound of those shoes squeaking on the floor that really chaps my rear…
I also can’t understand sports-related riots. At all. When the Canucks lost the Stanley Cup to the Boston Bruins last June, I was so embarrassed for all of Canada when the fans took to the streets and ruined everything. (Thankfully, I’m not a Canucks fan so could distance myself a teensy bit from the abominable behaviour of the Nucks faithful…)
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Yikes. I hate that sound, as well, but I’m glad your neighbors here to the south aren’t the only maniacs in North America. I suppose what makes me feel so weird about this is my usual, not only oblivion to basketball, but general disdain for the game. I find my own response in the situation bizzarre. But let me be perfectly clear, just for the record, I was never really tempted to burn anything. I may be nuts, but I’m not a pyromaniac. LOL
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We all have our limits, Kathy! 🙂 Burning furniture is definitely off-bounds to me, too.
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Thank God for relative sanity! Your mental health would seem sound, in that case.
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The first thing I learned when we moved here to the Raleigh-Durham area 3 years ago, is that college basketball is the biggest local religion. You’re either a Duke fan or a UNC fan and if you admit to being neither (and really kind of hating basketball), people look at you like you just confessed to practicing witchcraft from your gingerbread home in the woods where you cook small children in your free time. They really don’t take it well. I saw the couch burning on the news (and an overturned car burning too I think). And I’m with you. Nothing could get me worked up enough to drag anything that heavy outside just to light in on fire. Really funny post, Kathy. Thanks for the giggles. Tori
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Exactly, Tori. It’s a religion here, as well–and Louisville is our biggest rival–and Rick Patino a former UK coach. But, yeah, I had heard about the car and seen a photo of that. I might have used that image, if the Lazy Boy were not such a fun metaphor for how I feel these days. L. A. Z. Y. Glad you had a good laugh!
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I’d much rather have a Dr. Seuss dog draped around my neck than even *think* about basketball. You go, girl.
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I think the dog is definitely a better deal. She’s such a cutie–puts basketball in its place, for sure. Thanks for reading, Sandy!
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I regret that I do not know anything about this, but from the sounds of it, you did good by not taking your lazy boy out to the bonfire. Sounds like quite a celebration. 😉
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And last night, after we won the championship, things only got worse (as if this were possible). Supposedly, there were 65 fires set in Lexinton last night. I went to bed early and put in earplugs to block out the noise. Gotta love Kentucky!
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No, I did not watch the game. But my father and brother watched in Louisville. And my son (a KY fan) watched from his home in P’burgh, and did my daughters in Chicago (also KY fans). We are a divided family. Sigh . . . I just stay out of the fray.
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Ah, sometimes that’s the best option. Stay out of the way, or do like I did last night–hide! LOL
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I don’t get it. Why would they set fire to things in order to claim some sort of dominance over someone else. I’m there with you. If I had to watch a game, I’d do it in a library… but I’d be off in some corner looking at a book or writing about how I just don’t get it.
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We’re a weird people here in Kentucky–a weird, weird people! Get me out of here–YESTERDAY–if not sooner! Scary place to live, I’m afraid. You live in much saner part of the country!
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Was there some sort of a basketball tournament going on? 😉
Nope. Didn’t watch.
Clearly, you’re not invested in the game at all, nor your alma mater. Good thing you don’t get too worked up over such things. Otherwise, you might find your furniture in short supply!
(Lucy makes a very cute “Thing”!)
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Yes, think all we could sacrifice on the pyre of team loyalty over the course of an entire basketball season! Hadn’t even thought of that until you said it. Too funny!
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Think Lucy’s what Dr. Seuss had in mind?
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Wow. So these people are burning their furniture over a basketball game ??? Or did I miss something … 😉
xx Kel
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No, no–you are missing nothing, Kel! They really do this. A lot! Kind of scary, isn’t it? And you thought folks in your part of Australia were extreme. You all are so, so sane!
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That is very insane and yes I d be scared if they were doing this in my part of the world .. although there are a few notorious inner city suburbs of Sydney that are always in the news for rioting .. somehow I think it has more to do with their criminal activities 😉 But no we don’t have so called normal decent uni or college students behaving like this .. Thank god ! I hope you are safe where you are !
Xx Kel
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LOL! Great post, Kathy. I did not watch, but did see on the news about how the people of your lovely town were burning their furniture. Have they been taking lessons from the crazies at Ohio State? 😉
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Ha! That’s it exactly. We’ve learned from our neighbors to the north! Glad you didn’t miss the news. Wouldn’t want you to fall behind of world events!
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I’ve always wanted to get in to watching sports… I try often with my brothers, dad, and husband, but I just can’t enjoy it without something to knit in my hands! 🙂
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YOu know, my grandmother taught me to knit as a child, but I’ve forgotten how and have always wanted to learn again. However, I can’t stand to watch TV at all, if I’m not doing something else at the same time. Have to keep my hands occupied. Thanks for reading. Great to see you this evening!
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Ho hum….
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Ho, hum, indeed. Thanks for the email, Emily. Responding asap. Hugs————–
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Hmmm… must be a parallel universe I hadn’t heard of, and thankfully, haven’t encountered in person!
I enjoy a series of historical novels set in first century Roman Empire. The author began life as an academician and knows her history. Startling bits that she throws in are the descriptions of events at the Colosseum–same oddball behaviors except it’s cheering for lions to tear apart criminals or rooting for a chariot team.
Why would anyone burn furniture over a ball game? Maybe it’s manly-man because sofas tend to be heavy and would require manly grunts to get ’em out of the room and onto the street.
Then, old sensitive me, thinks about the folks who can’t afford to buy a sofa, yet here is a group destroying one for kicks.
Hi Kathy!
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I know. It’s a strange phenomenon. What can I say? We live in Kentucky. At least they’re not burning tires, as folks were when rioting in Haiti. Also, your book sounds interesting–though I might feel a little weird cheering for lions to rip the Christians limb for limb Hope you are having a lovely weekend.
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The good news is that it was early days yet for destroying the new Christians, so she describes criminals of various types getting torn apart!
The author is Lindsey Davis, who writes the Marcus Didius Falco series. Charming heroes and lots of humor!
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Well Kathy what strange folks! Personally I have never felt very passionate about sport although I can get a little tears watching figure skating, such grace and strength. Football /soccer is the thing here that gets everyone Neanderthal but they don’t burn furniture , our hooligans just beat each other to a pulp.
I suppose I should really try to stir up some sporting spirit soon as the Olympics start here in 106 days, the new stadiums look amazing! But I dont really get it. Perhaps I will a bit nearer the time when hopefully the grey skies and drizzle that we are currently enjoying will give way to sunshine and as we are only 40minutes from London the vibe will spread out across the nation and I will ask mr Owens to lug the sofa out into the street so I can partake in some ritualistic bonfiring, the like of which we usually save for November 5th.
Like lahgitana I also have been reading about Romans, http://www.penguin.co.uk/UKExtract/0,,MTc4NzkwNyUzQTAlM0FSdXNvK2FuZCt0aGUrRGlzYXBwZWFyaW5nK0RhbmNpbmcrR2lybHM=,00.html Ruso and the disappearing dancing girls is a great read. R S Downie laces a murder mystery with wry humour so well I can’t wait for the next one in the series.
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How great to hear from you this morning. Yes, we are a weird people here in Kentucky. In all honesty, I can’t imagine participating in these burning rituals, but I guess it takes all kinds, right? I’m just not crazy about sports–though I would enjoy the activity of London in the coming months. How fun it would be to live so close. We thought for months earlier this year that my partner Sara might take a job in London and we would be living there in time for the Olympics. However, the NGO decided at the last minute to hire a Brit–imigration-work permit issues. Alas.
Thanks also for the reading recommendation. I love mysteries. Hugs——-
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Aggh! I couldn’t make the link work! But perhaps it led to Ruth Downie? I’m reading the 4th in the series right now. See also: Steven Saylor and Rosemary Rowe, though neither has the humor of Lindsey Davis or Downie. Oh, then there’s Simon Scarrow, whose heroes are Roman army types!
If you know of others I’d really like to know.
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Cool. Thanks for the recommendations, my friend! Hugs to you————
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