Tuesday, June 30, 2015

GRINER & GLORY: WNBA'S BEST REALITY SHOW



You have to admit, even in a society that's seen its share of really odd events, things
have gotten a little, dare I say, for lack of a better word, STRANGE.

Bruce Jenner goes from Sports Illustrated cover boy to a women on the cover of Vanity
Fair who will forever be known as "Caitlyn".


Rachel Dolezal, who really could be an alien in disguise, especially after hearing her try to
explain herself in various interviews, was born white, but identifies as black, making her
trans-racial. Oooooooo-K. That's cool, whatever makes you happy.

And then nearly everyone was celebrating last Friday when the Supreme Court ruled that
same-sex marriage is now legal in all fifty states. I think that's awesome, but man, I've never
seen so many profile pictures on Facebook turn into a rainbow because #lovewins! I'm just
wondering where all those nifty rainbows were stashed away before last Friday's monumental
decision.

Seriously, I'm groovy with however or whoever people want to be. I do not judge and as
people often say "it's none of my business." The great thing about this country is that people
are free to pretty much do want they want as long as they don't break the law.

But I'm just wondering about this kind of strange, on-and-off again relationship between
WNBA stars Brittney Griner and a woman who goes by the name of Glory Johnson. This
couple has actually pulled off a miracle and that's making Hope Solo look like the Flying Nun.

OK, follow along with me. Get your number 2 pencils out because I might give you a quiz
when we're finished.

Last April, the newly-engaged couple was arrested for domestic violence because they
were beating each other up for real. This little cat fight was a prelude of things to come.

After the mug shots, finger prints, and calls to their lawyers, the two apparently kissed,
made up, then got married in a spectacular wedding in May. Everybody was happy again.


Then on June 4, Griner announced that her wife, Glory, was pregnant. That's a really
beautiful thing and their happy-meter went off the charts. In less than three months,
they went from the police blotter to the altar to picking colors for their baby's new room.

Ah, but then things went south quicker than Donald Trump's relations with anyone from
Mexico. After just 28 days, Griner wanted out. She filed to have her marriage
to Glory annulled. I'm not making fun of this situation, but does someone have the rights
to this reality show? I've never watched the WNBA, but I might have to make this
drama-filled show appointment viewing.


Griner admitted that going through with the wedding was a "huge mistake", which is
not uncommon since the divorce rate these days is more than 50 percent and many
people have uttered the same two words as Griner has over the years.

But 28 days? That smashed the record of the union between Kim Kardashian and basketball
god Kris Humphries who managed to last a whopping 72 days!.

Oh, but we're not done. On Monday, Glory announced she was having twins! Is two
far better than one in this case? I guess that remains to be seen. But Brittney and Glory
have managed to give the WNBA what they've desperately needed: attention. They've
made the league relevant for the first time since its birth. Ok, so I went a little overboard
with the whole "relevant" thing.  Nobody will ever care about the league no matter how
many free  tickets they give out.


The Griner and Glory show is a fascinating one. No, I'm not judging, but this one
is bound to get even juicer before it's all said and done. I don't know, it's just a hunch.
Whatever the case, I'm happy for Glory and her excitement of bringing two new kids into
this slightly, crazy, crazy world.

Maybe she'll name one of her children, Caitlyn. Nah. No chance, right?

Monday, June 29, 2015

LEGACIES AND WHY NOBODY CARES


Every now and then an article pops up about how Deflategate will effect the "legacy" of
Tom Brady. I shook my head when Jackie McMullen of ESPN.com authored an article saying
the star of the New England Patriots' legacy will "survive" the scandal. (I've gone on record
saying this entire deflating of the football thing is the most ridiculous "scandal" in sports
history.)

OK, back to the subject of the whole legacy thing. First of all, legacies are media-driven
and that's it. 99 percent of people in this world have more things to worry about than the
"legacy" of someone else. Quite frankly, they could care less. But every time some athlete
gets caught doing something illegal, inappropriate, or just plain stupid, the million-and-one
idiots on sports talk radio and the eight different ESPN sports yelling shows bring up
 "legacy."

Good, grief.

Has any one of you thought of Bobby Bowden's legacy after the longtime Florida State
coach retired? If you have, you're probably one of those yahoos in the Sunshine State who
go in chat rooms to talk about that sophomore in high school who's on his way to becoming
a blue-chip prospect and is considering being a Seminole.



Even though Derek Jeter just retired after a spectacular 20-year career, I don't hear anybody
even mention his name anymore. Same goes for Reggie Jackson, Eric Dickerson, or Bobby Hull.
I don't hear anyone talking about their "legacy."

And it's funny how some people's legacies are tarnished while others get off scott-free.
Hall of Fame receiver Jerry Rice admitted during the Deflategate scandal he used stick-um
on his gloves while catching more than 1,000 passes during his career. Stick-um or sprays
were outlawed after Lester Hayes made a mess of himself with the stuff and was illegal
during Rice's entire career.

Nobody talked about putting an asterisk next to his record, called him a cheater, or
questioned his character. Oh, but suddenly, Brady is the worst person in the NFL and
all his Super Bowl titles and records are now tainted because he allegedly ordered a
code red and told a couple of clubhouse attendants to let a little air out of the footballs?
Seriously? Get a clue.

People make like those deflated footballs helped him read defenses, avoid heat-seeking
linebackers who want to rip his head off, and somehow, someway, guide the football
to its target like a smart-bomb.  It's so ridiculous.


Several years ago, when Brett Favre rolled out and laid down in front of Michael Strahan
of the New York Giants to give him a sack that made him the all-time single-season leader
in that category.  Nobody talked about how Favre smeared the "integrity of the game." 
Strahan didn't earn the record, Favre gave it to him by falling down 5 yards behind the line
of scrimmage right in front of the Giants' defensive end.

People remember athletes how they choose to remember them. They are not going to
be impacted by some expert sports writer who never played any game, influence them.
Brady brought four Super Bowls to New England and has the all-time winningest
percentage as a quarterback.

Do you really think he did all that because of deflated footballs? Fans in New England
have watched him every single game for the last 14 years and realize the amount of
hard work he's put in to achieve his success. Seriously, and people want to say he's
a cheater and it all happened because of deflated footballs?


Aaron Rodgers has a Super Bowl title and MVP's on his resume but admitted he likes
footballs that are overinflated. Yet, nobody dares to call him a cheater nor credits his success
to overstuffed footballs. Why is that?

Perhaps, Lou Holtz, the former college football coach said it best, "Legacies? People
forget about you five minutes after your dead, anyway. So what's the big deal?" 

You said it all, Lou.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

WHO'S YOUR CADDIE? THAT WOULD BE ME.



I'm always up for trying new things, so when I was given opportunity to caddie in the
Travelers Pro-Am I said, "Hell, yeah, why not?" I mean, there are worse things than
spending five hours on a beautiful golf course, getting fed like a king, and having a
blast with some really great people.

My longtime friend from Boston, Mike Cavanaugh, who is now the hockey coach at
UConn invited me up to Cromwell, CT, home to one of the PGA Tour's most underrated
events. And it was pretty much an All-UConn day as we were joined by athletic
director Warde Manuel, who at 6'5" and about 320 lbs, is one of the biggest human
beings I've ever seen. Manuel was a defensive lineman at Michigan where he was
a teammate of Jim Harbaugh and played for Bo Schembechler. A golf ball in his hands
looks like a Tic-Tac.

Chris Dailey, who has been Geno Auriemma's right-hand woman on the bench for 30
years, was also in the group. Carl Petersson, a grinder on the PGA tour, was our pro for
the day. He went to NC State while I went to UNC, so I had visions of coming to blows
like Happy Gilmore and Bob Barker did during their infamous round on the links.

I  played in the Deutche Bank Championship Pro-Am while I was a sportscaster in Boston
and remembered how much fun these events are. The hosts spend an entire year prepping
for these tournaments and they roll out the red carpet for all those playing in them, including
the caddies. The Travelers Pro-Am was off the charts when it came to hospitality and they
fed us like we were royalty--which is one of the main reasons I enjoy these things so much.

And really, these pro-am events have very little to do with golf. They are all about the
camaraderie, food (and drink), and just enjoying the day. I looped for Cavanaugh, who
was  a former assistant coach at Boston College for 18 years before getting his first head
coaching gig at UConn. He's a salt-of-the-earth type of guy and a pretty darn good
golfer, too, which made for a pretty easy day on the course, especially when he didn't
have a bag the size of his boss, Warde Manuel. No heavy lifting on this day.


The greens at the TPC River Highlands were undulated and fast. I can read greens
like Walter White deciphers a chemistry periodic table of elements. It took Cavanaugh
a few holes to realize that and trust my green's acumen. Once he did, the guy was like
Jordan Spieth at Augusta, rolling nearly everything in.

As I mentioned, there was great food everywhere, even on the course. This was definitely
my kind of tournament. There were chefs every fourth hole---yeah, chefs! Never seen
anything like as they whipped up crab cake sandwiches, barbeque, and chicken teriyaki.

Best part of the day is when we arrived at the 15th tee---they had a damn wood-fire
pizza truck! Yeah, I'm training for an ironman and I need to watch my calories, but
on this day, all that went out the window. I must've eaten an entire pizza in six minutes.
Food, glorious, food! What a day!


Oh, yeah, back to the golf. The course was immaculate and very fair. By the time our
group walked down the second fairway, the scoreboard posted the leading score of
20-under. 20-under?!!  Our group knew there was no chance of winning so everybody
just had fun and enjoyed the day and it turned out to be one helluva great one.

Fore Right!!!!!

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

IT'S A TRANS-WORLD AND WE'RE JUST LIVING IN IT.


If events do indeed happen in three's, then I'm a bit frightened who is going to be the
next trans-something.

First, there was the former athlete formerly known as Bruce going trans-gender. Next
came Rachel Dolezal, who was born white but 'identified' as black, which the media
quickly labeled as trans-racial.

After watching Dolezal's interview with Samatha Gunthrie of NBC, one that was filled
with strange and evasive answers, my brain went trans-confused.


Yep, "trans" has become the big buzz word in the lightning-quick news cycle. Gosh,
even trans fats made headlines on Tuesday when the FDA said companies had to
eliminate them from all foods within the next three years.

Of course, this whole "trans" thing is really nothing new, it just seems that way
because of the social media phenomenon and the voracious appetite news organizations
have to chomp on things that draw big ratings. Dr. Renee Richards went from man to
full-fledged woman in the 70's and competed in women's professional tennis, playing
against the likes of Chris Evert and Martina Navratilova.


It's funny how nobody ever described Richards as hero for having the courage to
become a transsexual, yet Caitlyn Jenner crosses over and ESPN's hands her the
Arthur Ashe "courage" award for being transgender.

This entire trans-thing can be a bit confusing and I'm sure in our copycat society
there will be more examples of it. I'm sure Dolezal's statement of 'idenitifying'
herself as black will make  others to feel a certain way, especially when it's convenient
(jobs, scholarships, etc.) for them. Dolezal tried to sue Howard University, a
pre-dominantly black university for discriminating here because she was white.

Can Dolezal have it both ways? Can anybody else?

It's become a trans-world these days, so we shall see.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

THE COMEBACK OF PETE BOCK


Last February, Pete Bock lay motionless on the ground outside his home in North Carolina.
His yard morphed into a thick patch of ice thanks to a wicked storm that put the region
in a deep freeze.

Bock slipped, and as anyone who has had their feet pulled out from under them knows,
that moment of being helpless in the air, turns into a conglomeration of danger, fear,
anxiety,  and the uncertainly that comes when gravity pulls you back to something that
doesn't give an inch, no matter the opponent's size, shape, and in Bock's case, impeccable
character.

Bock hit his head on the ice-covered ground. His wife, Cindy, rushed to his side, only to
slip and fall, breaking her hip.  If this was a test by someone of a higher-power, it was a
hard and cruel one for two wonderful people who are deeply religious.

Cindy shattered her hip in the fall,  suffered a traumatic head injury, leaving him paralyzed
below the waist . His injury left him so debilitated, it wasn't certain that he'd live, much
less walk again.

But through his faith, family, and small miracle, Bock battled through his injury and survived.
He went through surgery, setbacks, and a tough rehabilitation program to get a good part
of his health back. But the man considered to be the "Mr. Baseball" in North Carolina, was
still bound to a wheelchair, the feeling in his lower extremities yet to return.

However, in late May, Bock returned to the game he so dearly loves. He showed up for
the opening game of the Holly Springs Salamanders, the team he owns in the Coastal
Plain League, which just happens to be the one he founded and brought to life.


“We’ve got a long way to go, but I think God that I’m here today and able to see this," 
 Bock told a North Carolina television station. "It was one of my goals from the time I
woke up in the hospital.”

A bad thing happened to a truly good person, but that good person, through his faith
and an iron-strong family, helped Bock overcome a horrific thing. He may still have
a long way to go, but he is certainly headed in the right direction. Anybody who knows
Pete Bock, knows he is a beautiful person and a man of great character. If you don't
like Pete Bock, then you probably just don't like good people.

The rest of the journey will be a challenging one with changes to Bock's normal everyday
routine. A ramp for his wheelchair was built to make things more a little more convenient
for him.  There is more rehabilitation ahead and with it, comes expenses that will be sure
to accumulate at a mind-boggling rate. His daughter, Clara Grace, and son, Jeff, set up a
GoFundMe account to help out with expenses. www.gofundme.com/tmnsas


Clara Grace noted in her in on-line journal, "We still know and believe that God has a
big plan for all of this even if right now it is so unclear. We are weary, but our God
never grows weary, never sleeps, never lets go of his children. Our prayer is for
endurance and wisdom."

I met Pete Bock on the set of "Bull Durham" where he was the baseball coordinator.
We became friends for life that day and I consider him one of the best ones I have.
It's great to see him back in the game and doing the thing he that he loves dearly.

Yes, he has a long way to go, but he bulldozed his way through a big test and has a
big smile on his face to prove it.

And that's a beautiful thing.


 

Monday, June 15, 2015

YOU TAKE SELFIES? THEN YOU HAVE PROBLEMS!



BREAKING NEWS:

The American Psychiatric Association (APA) has officially confirmed what many
people thought all along: taking ‘selfies’ is a mental disorder.

A mental disorder? Holy Cow! What does this mean exactly? Is our country more screwed
up than we originally thought? Will we look at that woman in the car taking a selfie
and wonder if she will be the next one to go postal in a mall?  I mean, seriously, she has a
MENTAL DISORDER!


Should we call the mental ward and get those men dressed in white to put that guy taking
a selfie in the mirror into a straight jacket?  Good, grief, if taking selfies is a mental disorder
than Kim Kardashian must be line for a frontal lobotomy!

Are we ever going to be able to trust all those news anchors who can't enough of themselves
and take selfies and post them on Twitter every single day. After all, don't they have
mental disorders', too?



According the APA, the disorder is called selfitis, and is defined as the obsessive compulsive
desire to take photos of one’s self and post them on social media. Good, Lord, then the 200
million people on Facebook must have some serious problems running around inside the
gray matter which occupies a six-inch space in the cranium.


The associations says that selfies are "a way to make up or the lack of self-esteem and to fill
a gap in intimacy." A lack of self-esteem in our country? That can't be right. (Wink, wink)
OK, I'm not Einstein, but what's with the "gap in intimacy"? Is that considered to be
intimacy with oneself?

Please, somebody help us!

Can this mental disorder be fixed with therapy, happy meds, or even electric shock therapy?
Will pharmaceutical companies warn us to stop taking their meds if we experience rapid
heart beat, sweating, nausea, diarrhea, fainting spells, loss of breath, and anything else that
lasts up to four hours?

Are we going to start labeling people as psychos because they can't go five minutes without
taking a picture of themselves at the gym and posting it on Facebook to see how many
'likes', or the one thing they crave far more than a spectacular intimate relationship?

Oh, the insanity of it all!

According to the APA, there are three levels of the disorder. Three levels! OMG, this
selfie disorder is serious! This might call for Dr. Phil to give the country some more
great advice. (Dr. Oz wasn't available because he's too busy trying to convince his
former colleagues that he's not the fraud they say he is.)

The following are the three levels of the selfie "mental disorder".
  • Borderline selfitis : taking photos of one’s self at least three times a day but not
  • posting them on social media. (They usually get posted later by a scorned girlfriend.)

  • Acute selfitis: taking photos of one’s self at least three times a day and posting
  • each of the photos on social media. (79 percent of the users of Facebook)


  • Chronic selfitis: Uncontrollable urge to take photos of one’s self  round the clock
  • and posting the photos on social media more than six times a day (61 percent of Facebook)


    Forget about those escaped inmates on the run, racial tensions boiling over with cops
    and the public, and that Caitlyn Jenner guy/girl thing. This mental disorder is serious
    stuff. Will there be a hotline for Americans to help deal with it. Will this selfie disorder
    be covered under Obama care?

    What is a country inflicted with selfitis to do?

    Sunday, June 14, 2015

    FLAG DAY AND THE GREATEST SAVE OF OLD GLORY



    Few things instill as much pride in our country as Old Glory.  With 50 stars, 13 stripes, and
    the best-looking color combination in the spectrum, she is nearly perfect and quite powerful
    It is raised for Olympic champions and a staple of nearly every college and professional
    sporting event in the country.

    Today, we celebrate Old Glory and the 238th birthday of it with flag day. It will always
    be considered sacred and everyone who has one is responsible for taking care of it, protecting
    everything that it represents.

    However, that wasn't the case during a baseball game on April 25, 1976 between the
    Los Angeles Dodgers and Chicago Cubs. A father and his 11-year-old son ran onto the
    field and attempted to set it on fire as a protest to the United States, which was reeling
    in crisis. Rick Monday, a centerfielder for the Cubs as the time, sprinted toward the duo
    and snatched it before they could torch it.


    It was a great moment for our national pride, baseball, and Rick Monday, who became
    somewhat of a hero for doing the right thing at the right time, preserving a piece of
    perfection.

    After the game, Monday said, "If you're going to burn the flag, don't do it around me.
    I've been to too many veterans' hospitals and seen too many broken bodies of guys
    who tried to protect it."

    With the social media, talk radio, and 24-hour new channels the way they are today,
    I'm fairly certainly Rick Monday would be a household name if he saved that flag in
    2015 instead of 1976.

    Ironically, Monday was traded to the Dodgers the following Winter and Los Angeles
    had a real hero to celebrate and honor.

    Happy Birthday, American Flag, and thank you, Rick Monday.

    Thursday, June 11, 2015

    BIG GAME LOSERS


    Let's face it. The social media super highway is the biggest platform for show-and-tell
    in the history of mankind. People show off their kids, cars, selves with endless selfies, and
    just about everything else under the sun.

    That's cool and I don't have much of a problem with it because most of it is in good fun
    and quite entertaining. I can do without the inordinate amount of selfies people take and post
    before starting their cars, but that's just me. Another thing I can do without are pictures
    of those 'Big Game' hunters smiling over the beautiful animals they just killed.

    There is Billy Bob with the 12-point buck that was just nibbling on berries on a bush when
    he picked it off with a high-powered rifle with a telescope strong enough to see a mosquito
    on it's bum from 500 yards away


    Oh, there's Thurston Howell IV on a safari next to his big kill. Yeah, he shot a beautiful
    giraffe. Who the hell shoots and kills a giraffe? Yeah, that takes a lot of talent. A giraffe,
    really? That's almost as bad as killing Bambi.

     

    Of course, they all have to take a picture of it so they can do what else? Post it on Facebook
    or Twitter or Instagram and any other social network people use these days. Yep, they
    have to get the almighty 'likes' from all their friends because they slaughtered an elephant.
    Killing an elephant? Man, that takes talent. Shoot at something as big as a school bus
    with a bazooka and that's really something to be proud of.


    How bout this for all those big game hunters? Why don't you level the playing field.
    Go on your safari or hunting trip without a gun. Show off your speed and strength by
    capturing and killing that deer with your bare hands.

    Go into Africa and try to kill that lion without a gun. Now, that would be pretty
    impressive. Too bad you'd get your head ripped off and eaten before that would ever
    happen.

    Oh, sure, I get the whole, "things like deer have to be eliminated because the population
    is killing the vegetation" or whatever. Good, help everybody out, but do you really
    have to a take a picture of your 'kill'?  Seriously, it's not that impressive. I'd rather see
    another selfie or a picture of the dinner you're about to eat.


    I realize the entire, "picture with your prize" has been around forever, but keep them
    to yourself. Get them framed, hang them in the man cave and then show everybody
    during your Super Bowl party. They are not for social media no matter how many
    'likes' are out there to be had.

    It's all stupid. Hunting, killing, and smiling over a dead animal. Taking pictures and
    showing them off is even dumber.

    Killing an animal is not an accomplishment. It's sick. Save the sickness and the pictures
    for a private party. No one else really cares.

    Friday, June 5, 2015

    ALISSA BIGELOW, I AM SORRY. I DID NOT KNOW

     



    Throwback Thursday floods Facebook with pictures of the past, most of them showing
    styles that are out of style and big smiles that seem to last forever. When I was browsing
    through the news feed yesterday, I noticed a picture of a former co-worker, face beaming
    while embracing a friend.

    The caption was written by her friend: "Good times with Alissa. I miss her everyday.
    I know she's smiling up there."

    My heart sank and jaw hit the floor. The words "smiling up there." could only mean
    one thing. I quickly went to her Facebook page and saw other phrases that confirmed
    what I was thinking.

    "Lord knows how many angels are celebrating up there with you."

    "I picture you eating red velvet cake and smiling down on us." 

    I couldn't believe it. I quickly Googled her name and up came the headline in the Boston
    Globe that drove a stake into my heart.

                                     Alissa Bigelow, 38; hosted cooking show, taught yoga.

    Sweet, beautiful, funny, and bubbly Alissa Bigelow was gone at the age of 38. She was
    tiny in size but big in personality. We worked together at NESN in Boston where she
    was loved by everybody. She edited many of the features I wrote, produced, and reported
    on. We spent countless hours in the editing bay laughing hysterically while trying to
    make deadline every single night.



    She always had a great story to tell and it often came before finishing up our work. One
    night Alissa failed to complete a three-minute feature another reporter had done on the
    Celtics and I was forced to ad-lib as an anchor for three-minutes, which in television
    seems like three hours. But how could I get mad at Alissa, she was the sweetest girl
    in the building.

    Through our long hours in the editing bay, we discovered we had more in common
    than the place we worked. She was from Darien, CT., which bordered my hometown
    of New Canaan. They are virtually the same type of town with the same type of people.
    There's only a border there to separate the BMW's from the Mercedes'. She also
    graduated from the University of Southern California where my sister attended.


    As I continued to read her obituary, I saw the words I feared searing. "She took her
    own life."

    Alissa Bigalow seemed to have it all. She was smart, beautiful, funny, and as bubbly
    as the champagne uncorked on New Year's Eve. Alissa also had a precious young
    daughter that is a carbon copy of her. Her then-husband Ned, is a man's man who looks
    like something on the cover of "Men's Health" magazine.

    Behind that pretty face and effervescent smile was the type of pain that became too
    unbearable to endure. We are all shocked when a person so young with a brilliant
    personality takes their own life, but we can't see the inferno and chaos that tears
    a person up inside. We see the mile-wide smile and figure everything is all
    right.

    It wasn't for Alissa.

    She just couldn't overcome her personal demons.

    In this day and age with social media and instant information, I was surprised I
    missed the news of her passing. The NESN family is a strong one that is connected
    strongly on Facebook and nobody had mentioned it. I asked several former co-workers
    and they didn't know about Alissa's passing, either.

    The date of the article on Alissa's death said November 2013.

    How did we all miss it? I feel terribly that I couldn't say good-bye to her.

    I do know this: I will miss her dearly. She is the type of person you meet once
    and remember her forever.

    Alissa Bigelow was a wonderful person. I know she is up there free from her demons,
    smiling down on all us.  Alissa, I just wish you knew how much you were truly loved.

    Monday, June 1, 2015

    SOCIETY SHOULD LEARN SOMETHING FROM CAITLYN JENNER



    When Vanity Fair unveiled Caitlyn Jenner Monday, she officially became the freak show
    in the social media circus. The former Olympic champion morphed into that two-car wreck
    on the side of the highway that people just have to qawk at and bring traffic to a near halt.

    He/She will be the topic of conversation around the water cooler, at the gym, or at dinner
    parties because it's not everyday a gold medalist and member of the Kardashian Komedy
    Klub does something like this.

    Yes, the transformation of Bruce Jenner, once the world's greatest athlete, to a woman is
    nearly complete. And the reaction of most everybody on the planet is sure to be predictable:

    "Ok, even in this wacked out world we live in, Caitlyn's coming out party is just downright
    weird and creepy."

    There will be raging debates on many of the mindless, comical, and ignorant talk shows
    and people who don't even know Jenner, much less ever met him, will become obsessed
    with his/her transformation. There will be memes posted on Facebook and jokes on the
    late night talk shows ad nauseam.

    That's just the way our world works, doesn't it. We try to get a cheap laugh at the expense
    of others. Many people will be cruel in their words about Jenner and there will be a few
    who see Jenner in public and mock, stare, giggle at him, and in some cases, call her/him
    vicious names.

    It sure happens in our schools every single day, so why don't you think it's going to happen
    when Jenner is just trying to be his or her self? Yep, he/she could get bullied to the point of
    total humiliation like many young kids who end up doing the unthinkable and commit
    suicide. If you don't think bullying is still a major problem in our country just Google
     "school suicides"and see how many were the result of kids getting picked on.



    We figure a grown man/woman would be immune to this modern day game of sticks an
    stones, but deep down inside, Jenner will be hurt.

    This is a time in society when parents should sit down with their kids and tell them
    it's not OK to tease, taunt, and torture anyone in their school. There is no good reason
    to push a fellow student to the brink of suicide by saying cruel and unflattering things to
    them.

    This is the time parents reiterate the pitfalls of going on social media and making
    inappropriate comments about someone and warn them of the consequences.

    Children usually take the lead of their parents, so this is not the time for the people
    who are role models to use Jenner as ammunition to get the biggest laugh at a party
    or with their buddies on the golf course.


    It's time for parents to tell their kids it's OK to be who they want to be, that's one of
    the things that makes this country great. I've had co-workers switch over to the other
    side and I thought about it for about 1.5 seconds and moved on. I've never understood
    why another person's choice affects anyone else. It's their choice and their life, deal
    with it and move on.

    There is no need to try and make yourself feel better by launching a verbal assault
    and humiliating them.

    Caitlyn Jenner is not the first athlete to switch sides and cause some controversy. She/he
    certainly won't be the last. Remember Dr. Renee Richards who crossed court and
    played  in the women's bracket of the Grand Slams in tennis?

    The world got over that and although it may take awhile, it will certainly get over
    the Caitlyn Jenner 'situation.'

    It is my hope that our society can learn something from this and pass it on to our
    children. As painful as it may be, kids should learn that it's not OK to bully and
    humiliate someone. Let people be who they want to be. It is no business of yours.