I continued to hammer away at my final chapter of Hotel Hearts. You know why it's called a rough draft? Because it's the roughest part of the writing process. If I had rough drafts of all my stories completed, it would be so easier to pump these things out. But my rough drafts bear little to no resemblance to the final product. At most, they share several lines of dialogue. I get pretty crazy in the revision stage. It's why I don't show off my rough drafts. It's like they're written by different people.
In the meantime, I watched both the AFC and NFC championship games. It always nice to see New England get owned for no other reason than schadenfreude. I was disappointed that the Seahawks won. Despite getting jobbed by the refs, Kaepernick choked when it counted most. I found Booker T's--I mean, Sherman's post-game interview to be terrible. He's excused, since he was probably hyped up on adrenaline for pulling off the play of the game, an acrobatic deflection that led to a game-winning turnover, but I can't ignore his disrespectful remarks about Crabtree. I'm sure he knows what he's doing and that Denver probably got his number circled.
What I find abhorrent is the reaction to his interview, which some have celebrated as entertaining. Look, there's nothing redeeming or anything positive about being an asshole. Our seeming acceptance or even celebration of asshole behavior, I think, is the biggest problem with our culture. Some people think it's dumb to expect "class" from a sport where grown men violently tackle each other all day, but so what? I expect class everywhere I go, whether it's a random encounter on the street or when I'm taking a shit. Class is what makes us better. If we drop our expectations in accordance with our preconceived notions, then we'd never move forward as a civilization. Have faith in your fellow man, brothers and sisters.
Have faith.
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