What We Mean When We Talk About Wiffle-Courage

“Fast cars, fine ass, these things will pass and it won’t get more profound.

Time is a game only children do well. 

How can I love you if you won’t lie down?”

 

-Silver Jews, Tanglewood Numbers

 

 

Many of you will perhaps vaguely recall an “occasional” column in the blog titled “Profiles in Wiffle courage”, and a few of you will perhaps even care.  Good for you, you few, because that “caring” is a form of wiffle-Courage.  Or, to be more precise, the first step toward Wiffle-Courage.  What’s the second step you ask?  Excellent question and one, I might add, that I’m now prepared to answer in succinct fashion:

SHOWING THE FUCK UP!!!

 

You want to know who the last man is?  I’ll tell you who, it’s the rook, Jeremy Long.  He may be new, but he instantly recognized what this game’s really about:  lounging around, swatting helplessly at meatballs, moving slower than glass, drinking beers in the morning and dreaming of the badlands!   It’s a smile and a shoeshine!  A thousand acres of green grass!  A sky so blue it makes you cry.  In a word, it’s Love. 

 

No wiffle, no justice.

 

Glen