Monday, November 10, 2008

I believe in Bull Durham.

In the fine baseball film, Bull Durham, Kevin Costner's character, Crash Davis, has this to say:

"Well, I believe in the soul...the small of a woman's back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot, soft-core pornography, opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days."

Well, I believe in some of those things, too. And as an introduction to me and Male Pattern Blogness, here are some more things I believe in:

*Allowing dogs in bed.
*Holding hands on walks.
*Sunday football.
*Greeting cards.
*Family.
*$3 bottles of wine.
*Good, suspenseful horror (Thanks, but no thanks, Saw franchise).
*Reading as entertainment.
*BirthDAYS (You know those people who seemingly feel entitled to whole weekends or even weeks dedicated to celebrating them? What's up with that?).
*That a moment without music is a sad moment indeed.
*Commas. Lots, and lots, and lots,,,of commas. I don't know why.
*Heart-bursting love thanks to my 5-year old son.
*My wife's moral, tempermental and spiritual superiority to me.
*That people are people, so why should it be that people should get along so awfully?

Well, that's a pretty good start, but there's more, so feel free to check in on my blog from time to time to learn more about what I believe...and if you'd like to, tell me what you believe.

3 comments:

Sergio said...

Hey, this reminded me of the "This I Believe" series on NPR http://www.thisibelieve.org/ I could almost hear you reading this entry on the radio. You've made me want to write my own statement of belief, maybe I'll do that. Thanks for posting!

Feitz Rodmett said...

Love this entry, and love the movie Bull Durham...my only comment/question is with the Sunday Football...weren't you that guy at Miami University back in the fall of 1992 who made the greatest reception in football history? A cold and rainy Saturday on south quad, the field a blur of mud and precipitation. The (already) balding future author and his team down by one score and then...completely laid out, horizontal, muddy arms outstretched in a vain attempt to catch a ball that was WAY over thrown by the quarterback? Yeah, that guy preferred SUNDAY ULTIMATE FRISBEE to Sunday Football. I guess times change.
Love the blog...and you...man!

Jake said...

My male relatives still look shocked when I join in the football conversations I used to sit out on. I guess post-college flab & laziness took hold, requiring the move from Sunday activity to Sunday football on the couch.
Ah well--I'll always have that catch.