It was a tough night for Bulldog basketball in Coeur d'Alene last evening, but JV Coach Love remained very gracious after his team lost to the Vikings JV's.
No stomping off the floor; instead, taking time, before heading for the locker room, to visit with his cousin Laura's family who came to watch the game.
Those triplets are getting their early experience at playing basketball and loving it.
So, the game provided a fun setting for family and for following some fast-action b-ball, while nibbling on popcorn.
The team rebounded from its rough beginning by scoring several baskets in the last two minutes, so the game ended on a positive note.
While watching the game, I did pull out my iphone a couple of times to see what was happening in the New Hampshire primary.
Anyone following yesterday's election pretty much knew that the second-place finisher would be the newsmaker.
I was interested to see if Mr. Huntsman could pull it off. Well, he came in third, so I'm guessing he figures that's reason to move on.
It's fun to listen to these candidates spin their results into making us think that earning .005 percent of the vote is a big victory.
Wish high-school basketball teams to take that approach.
Of course, the 24-hour news folks love the spin doctors cuz the drama of it all keeps their ratings up.
Well, when it comes to winners and losers, though, I have to talk about the most recent biggest losers of them all: the American people.
While all the hoopla was happening in New Hampshire, I did notice a disturbing headline spinning around under the radar.
Twinkies Will Soon Be No More.
Hostess Brands is going bankrupt---for a second time.
That means no Ho-Ho's. Not funny, I'll tell you!
Furthermore, there'll be no Hostess cupcake, looking like a chocolate porcupine with its 65 candles, when my sisters "bake" my birthday cake next year.
No donettes to dunk in our French roast coffee.
When I heard the news, I thought about Romain.
Romain was our French visitor for three summers back in the 1990s.
When Romain got let out of France and away from his mother's ultra-formal influence, he went bonkers with his new freedoms.
Romain watched TV until well into the morning hours.
Romain took food from the refrigerator any time he pleased.
Romain also learned Annie's method of picking all the pepperoni pieces and piling them up on the plate while methodically enjoying every morsal of his Schwan's personal pizzas.
Romain could have cared less whether he had Idaho grown French fries, but Romain did care immensely about his Twinkies.
If there were anything Romain would want to take back to France when he'd climb aboard that plane, it would be a box of Hostess Twinkies.
We knew how important the sweet treat was to Romain, so we stocked up for his visits and made sure his going-away gift included at least a dozen of those yellow cakes with creamy marshmallow filling.
Romain went on to become a respected cardiologist, now practicing in Luxembourg, but I'm betting he'd still bite in to a Twinkie with no sense of cardiac guilt.
I'm really concerned about what Romain will be thinking when he hears this news.
I'm also concerned about the state fairs and community events with food concessions across this country.
I have yet to bite into a deep-fried Hostess Twinkie, but I'm betting their absence at all upcoming annual events is gonna take a big bite out of concession-booth profits.
Talk about a problem for the economy.
It's a Twinkie trickle-down effect: Hostess goes bankrupt, food concessions which provide financial support for other community activities/student scholarships, etc. end up in the red.
Now, that's something for the "vulture capitalists" to consider as a new issue to dominate this year's elections. I bet some of them like Twinkies as much as our friend Romain.
Who cares about wars, jobs, birth control, education, terrorists, etc. when we have a Twinkie crisis on our hands?
Let's get our priorities straight, figure out a way to bail out Hostess Brands and help out our country where it really matters: our stomachs.
In the meantime, I'm headed to town to buy up all the boxes of Twinkies I can find, put 'em in cold storage and plan for some profit-making when they disappear from the shelves of grocery and convenience stores across this nation.
Now, that's true "vulture capitalism."
Yum! Yum!
2 comments:
nothing like taking a slapshot on ice with a ding-dong... it's glorious. a sad day indeed.
Speaking of getting our priorities straight, I'm glad you did yesterday. It appeared that you were going to put chores over driving to CDA to watch your son's team plan. Glad you got that straightened out! In your dotage you will remember last evening because of what you did - you would never remember another round of chores! Kudos!
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