All we have heard about this election season is talk of the “undecided voter” – the mysterious and coveted (for their vote) miniscule fraction of the American population that has yet to choose between Barack Obama and Mitt Romney. Frankly, I don’t see what the holdup is. Both candidates’ positions on some very important issues are so widely disparate that I can’t imagine how someone could still be on the fence. Pick one already!
I’m not going to comment on the political ramifications of the Vice-Presidential debate, because very likely there are none. Historically, Vice-Presidential debates do not matter all that much in terms of who gets elected. In a couple of days, anything Joe Biden or Paul Ryan said or didn’t say will be ancient history. Gone. Adiós. People vote for – and are motivated to vote by – the candidate at the top of the ticket. The election is all about Barack Obama and Mitt Romney.
It was the infield fly that should never have existed. And by rule, it seems, it never did. The infield fly rule – which was created to prevent infielders from intentionally dropping pop-ups in order to turn double plays – requires that the fly ball could have been caught by an infielder with “ordinary effort,” and requires that the umpire make an “immediate” declaration. In this year’s inaugural wild card playoff game between the Atlanta Braves and the St. Louis Cardinals, an infield fly declaration was made during a critical seventh inning, and yet very clearly neither criteria was met. In short, the umpire blew the call.
I teach a high school class at my church on Wednesday nights, and as you can imagine it’s challenging getting a group of teenagers motivated to study the Bible after a long day at school. To their credit, and although they’re tired and a little bit cranky, they show up with a good attitude and ready to learn. What they probably don’t understand is that it’s equally challenging for me after a long day at work! As a result – for their benefit and for mine – I have tried to keep the classes somewhat informal and discussion-based, with unique and thought-provoking topics.
Whenever I draft correspondence at work, whether in a formal letter, email, or memorandum, I always identify myself as “Grant H. Wilson, Assistant City Attorney.” Identification of name and title is important in a professional environment, primarily as a courtesy to the recipient, who should have no question as to the author and purpose of the correspondence. This signature identifies me as the author, and signifies that the correspondence has been written in my professional capacity as an attorney for the City of Tuscaloosa. It is not a personal or otherwise informal correspondence; rather, it is correspondence made in the course of conducting City business.
Joy is one of the Fruits of the Spirit found in Galatians 5:22-23: “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control…” Joy is perhaps one of the most elusive fruits for Christians. In my experience, I have found that it is not discussed quite as often as the other fruits found in this passage. Part of the problem may be that joy is often misunderstood.
Football season is here, and in the state of Alabama you don’t have to clarify this as meaning college football, because that much is understood. There is no room for the NFL around these parts, especially in my town – Tuscaloosa – which is home to the University of Alabama Crimson Tide. I will not attempt to explain the insanity-level fandom garnered by the Tide in this town, because the only way to truly understand this is to attend a game at Bryant-Denny Stadium. Otherwise, just accept that the madness is deeper, stronger and more unwavering than you could ever imagine.