THE FLUB-A-DUB AWARD
The fine art of Flubbing
October. Man, weÕve had
some beautiful weather. October is the time of year to prepare for winter.
Putty up the cracks around the windows; close the pool; give the car one last
coat of polish; dig out those winter clothes and hope they still fit. The
squirrels are gathering nuts; the deer are getting ready to run in front of
cars; the trees are strutting their stuff; and mankind continues to Flub. Thank
God.
The nomination of Harriet
Miers to the Supreme Court has resulted in a good deal of Flubbing behavior.
Vice President Cheney was caught telling his right-wing buddies that Harriet
would vote against abortion; the right-wing remains unconvinced that she is
right-wing enough; cute little notes get published on HarrietÕs correspondence
with Dubya over the years; the Chief Justice of the Texas Supreme Court gives a
TV testimonial on her behalf, stating he would trust his wife and his life with
her, which may be some kind of revelation that the gay community might want to
explore; and so far the Democrats havenÕt said much of anything. This has been
an enjoyably Flubbing fiasco.
The government giveaway in
Louisiana, Mississippi, and Texas will be another colossal Flub. There will be
25,000 new millionaires walking away with our money before the whole thing is
over. What makes me mad is that I wonÕt be one of them.
An honest and fair election
in Iraq. That has to be one of the biggest Flubs ever perpetrated on humankind.
ÒForced democracy.Ó An oxymoron, with the emphasis on moron, if ever there was
one. And who is watching over the election. U.S. Hell, we canÕt even have a
fair election in America, much less in a foreign country where we are unwanted.
A Flub is a clear understatement for describing this obscene concept, Òforced
democracy.Ó
But alas, I have to give
this month's Flub to the St. Louis Cardinals. They ruined a great world series.
The I-55 showdown.
(Actually, I-55 almost
literally connects the two stadiums.) IÕve been a Cards fan all my life, having
been raised not 25 miles from Busch Stadium. But IÕm dumping them like a
hot-potato. From now on, itÕs the White Sox. Some will say thatÕs a pretty
cheap move, going with a winner and all. But IÕm not one to lean towards
sentimentality or blind loyalty. I can identify Flubbers when I see them. Over
the last two years, theyÕre two for two in the blowing it category. ThatÕs a
mighty fine Flubbing average.