Clint Maynard here, sharin’ my thoughts on the world of politics. Now, I ain’t much of a politics guy—truth be told, I don’t know why I was chosen to write this piece, but I’m not complaining, the 30 bucks will buy the boys some new jock straps.
Anyhow, like I said, I don’t know much about politics, but I do know one thing very well, and that’s football. The way I see it, politics is a lot like football. You got the red team and the blue team. The red team is made up of good ole’ boys—big beefy corn-fed boys from the heart of the country. They may be slow, but they’re pretty big and powerful, so you ain’t gonna just run right through them with little sneaky maneuvers. The blue team is a much more aggressive style (a little too flashy for me), always throwin’ stuff way over the red team’s heads, then doin fancy-pants end zone dances when they score. I guess you could say there’s a white team too, the ones who don’t like either team, but they don’t really matter—they’re too small to matter. They’re like Boone River High, heh heh heh.
It seems like all these teams care about is beating each other, which can be fine. Aggressive and sometimes violent competition is a healthy thing. If there’s one thing I’ve learned in my twenty-some-odd years of coaching high school football, it’s that the other side ain’t never gonna just give it to ya. You gotta grab ‘em by the haunches and force it on ‘em if you’re gonna come out on top. Hell, that works for football, politics, and life in general. I use that same philosophy when my wife Jeanine gives me any back talk.
It’s important to remember though, that even though you’re out there fighting against the other team, calling them names, hittin them, spittin in their faces, gouging out their eyes, doin anything you can to crush and humiliate them, they are still your brothers. They wake up in the morning and put their Levis on just like you. Everyone’s tryin to reach the same goal, but that sometimes just gets lost in the game. Heck, sometimes the game takes over their whole lives.
Wow, ole’ Clint sounded pretty philosophical there for a moment. Must be the bubbly talkin. The boys had a great practice today so I got some Jessup Farms champagne at the store and mixed it into my PBR tonight. I think they’ve got a shot at beating South Plains next week, that’s the God’s honest truth. Anyhow, I hope some of this made sense. Like I said, I don’t know too much about the reds and blues, I just stick to my game and let them stick to theirs.
Thanks again for the 30 bucks.
Clint Maynard
Head Football Coach
West Western Texas High School Cowpokes
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