Friday, January 9, 2015



PLEASE DON'T TOUCH, OR DROP


A tisket,a tasket, a green and yellow basket;
I wrote a letter to my love and on the way
I dropped it, I dropped it.
~~19th Century Nursery Rhyme~~

If one of our contemporary football TV play-by-play announcers had written that old poem , it wouldn’t matter whether the letter writer had actually ever had possession of the letter – that is, actually held it in his hands. The only thing that would matter to him is that the intended recipient – his “love" – didn’t receive the letter. If he wrote it, and she didn’t receive it, then a priori he must have dropped it on the way.

What I’m getting to is the penchant these announcers have for proclaiming that any forward pass that touches the hand or hands of a receiver without being caught is “dropped.” Never mind that the pass might have been thrown with so much velocity that no human hand or hands could have caught it; or that no receiver’s arms are long enough to catch the ball thrown that far over his head or away from his body. Doesn’t matter – to these masters of the malaprop, the receiver “dropped” the ball. Never mind further that the clear and unambiguous definition of “drop” is “to let fall, intentionally or unintentionally.” That means before the receiver can be said to have “dropped” a pass, he must have had it in his possession to begin with and then let it fall. This is hardly ever the actual case; in fact, when that happens, it's called a fumble.

I suppose this is something we game watchers will need to adjust to so long as those who do football play-by-play and commentary on our TV screens are former coaches or jocks and not polished linguists. And it’s not like this is the first time;, they’ve already given us other malaprops. And the next time we hear about a “dropped” pass, we do have options: we can grouch about it or we can “audibilize” and change the channel.

gg


Welcome, fellow grouches. Come in, put on a frown and make yourselves at home. According to my family and friends, I've been a grouch for quite some time. I turned 65 a couple of years ago so now not only am I a grouch but an official geezer to boot. A Grouchy Geezer! (But truth be known, I'm a grouch only on days ending in a "Y").

My purpose here is to share some of the things I've observed and experienced over the course of my life that have peeved, annoyed and irritated the crap out of me. Things that helped make me into The Grouchy Geezer. As fellow grouches, I feel sure you, too, have encountered similar things in your lives that have peeved, annoyed and irritated the crap out of you as well. If so, you'll have the chance to share them on this site.

The format is simple. From time to time I will post a pet peeve based on a particular life experience or observation or something currently in the news or in the culture that makes me grouchy.

This will be a free and open board and anyone is welcome to comment. You may comment on my peeve or relate one of your own. Any topic is fair game as long as it is something that makes you grouchy. The only requirement is that you use good taste and refrain from personal attacks. Use of profanity will make me even grouchier and bar you from further access to the site. That means you will have to grouch to your wife, not on here.

None of this is to say that uplifting banter is not encouraged. By all means, if you have something to say that is inspiring or that might force other readers to have to suppress a smile, let us hear it. But don't overdo it; after all, it's our grouchiness that defines and unites us and makes this blog possible.

GG