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You never know what the band will play next

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POSTED August 14, 2014 1:08 a.m.

There are many different types of sports writing. One of the most difficult for me is “writing it tight,” or condensing a lot of action into a very limited amount of space. Nothing is worse then having a thrilling three-hour football game that needs to be reduced to 10 inches of print. 

But some people do it and do it well. My parents would have been good sportswriters, as their wisdom (although at the time I did not see it as wisdom) was dispensed to me in a write-it-tight manner. Both of them had their sayings which never changed but were only repeated in mantra-like fashion over time. Had I only embraced those words instead of fighting them, life would have been so much easier. 

Together, there were sayings such as, “One day at a time,” and “Let go and let God,” and of course, the serenity prayer: “God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference.”

The first time I heard that prayer I was in second grade and I did not have a clue what it meant. In the ensuing years I have tended to drop off the final two-thirds of it and just focus on accepting the things I cannot change, or trying to. 

Mom had her signature tag line – “This too shall pass” and when life would throw me a curve ball the old man would pop off with, “You never know from where you are sitting what the band is going to play next.”

“This too shall pass,” was tough to swallow, because whatever malady I was experiencing I just knew that I had it worse than anyone else ever had. But as usual, mom was right and whatever it was did pass.

But as far as not knowing what the band was going to be playing next, I am sure that after last week dad is having a healthy chuckle at my expense. 

The boy and I made a quick turnaround to Redding to pick up a shelf for my garage. Yes, for the money I spent on gas I could have bought three shelving units, but it was something my dad put together and I thought it would go good in my garage.

On the way, we had to drop off the girl’s childhood dollhouse at her place in Sacramento for her boyfriend’s (or at least I thought he was her “boyfriend”) daughter to play with. She was not home, so we had a key and let ourselves in and deposited the doll house and were about to leave when the boy saw some paperwork out in the open and said, “Dad, check this out.”

At first glance, I thought I was looking at a novelty marriage certificate. Upon further review, I was half right – but it was no novelty. The boyfriend had morphed into a husband because they were married in secret the previous week.

So I took a picture of said certificate and texted it to the girl and asked, “Care to share?” Very long story very short, their original wedding date was July 31, 2016. So there was a ring and a date, just no funds to pay for it. In order to have the celebration they want two years from now, the girl is now on his health insurance and the money she was paying for insurance will now go toward their wedding celebration.

She desperately wanted to keep this a secret, but I told her that secrets have a way of coming out and when they do the fallout is 10 times worse then had they been dealt with at the time. And I told her that if I did not have a problem with it, and she is my precious little girl, then nobody should have a problem with it. And if they do, to heck with them and they can be trimmed from the invite list. 

So dad, you were right again. I had no idea what the band was going to be playing next.

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