Kneel

While watching my son at a weekend hockey game last weekend I overheard a conversation an older, wealthy-appearing woman was having with her companion. I pretended to be reading (I ’m the bad dad who only watches the game when his own son is out on a shift) while she orated (in a faux, poorly executed, Mid Atlantic English nasal accent) a story she had heard from “down in Texas” about how arighteous high school coach had kicked two players off his team who had the gall and traitorous audacity to kneel during the pre-game rendering of the national anthem. “Whaaaaaat are they eeeeeven protesting?” the Hepburn knock off sing-songed. To which her companion shrugged her shoulders. Who knows? It ’s senseless…Today after whacking out another Sunday appendix I went to update the 60ish husband. He was grateful and nice and laid back and we stood there in the empty family waiting area shooting the breeze a bit. He was a cool guy. Seemed successful. We talked Buckeye football a bit. I told him he could watch a little NFL pre-game for a bit while his wife woke up from anesthesia and the nurses would grab him in an hour or so. He looked at me shaking his head. You know I ’ve been a Browns fan 50 years, through thick and thin. But the other week when they did that black power thing down on the field, I clicked the damn TV off. Never again.  To which I just sort of stared in awkward silence....
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