Am I the only man in America who didn’t know who was playing in the Stupor Bowl yesterday, and didn’t care?
I have never been into organized sports, and try as I might (okay, I never really have tried), I just can’t get enthused about them. There really is more to life than watching a bunch of jocks tussling over a silly ball. What’s the big deal?
The one time I tried to watch the big game was at a relative’s house, and I was so bored I fell into a stupor. I’m not a drinking man, but I would have given anything for enough joy juice to put me to sleep until the dumb thing was over.
Several years ago we were at the Escapees Dream Catcher RV Park in Deming, New Mexico, and were leaving on a Super Bowl Sunday morning to go to Arizona. The folks in the RV park just could not believe that we weren’t staying for the big Super Bowl party. I think they questioned my sanity, my patriotism, and my manhood. But it was one of the easiest driving days we ever had, because we pretty much had the highway to ourselves.
A lifetime ago, I spent some time teaching cadets which end of a rifle goes bang, at the U.S. Military Academy at West Point. I could have gone to any number of Army football games at Michie Stadium, but I never set foot inside the place on game days. As the bumper sticker says, I’d rather be fishing.
So yesterday, instead of watching the Stupor Bowl, I worked on the new issue of the Gypsy Journal for a few hours, and then we drove into Phoenix to visit with our friends Orv and Nancy Hazelton, who are in town for an assignment with NOMADS, a group of Christian RVers who perform volunteer work at churches, children’s homes, colleges, camps, and with outreach ministries and disaster recovery projects across the United States.
Orv and I usually talk on the phone several times a week, but we have not seen them since they were at our rally at Elkhart Campground early last September. We had a nice visit in Orv and Nancy’s Phaeton motorhome, and Terry examined at the rock chip in their windshield and said she thought it could be repaired before it started to spread, and keep them from having to replace the entire windshield.
We went to a Mimi’s Cafe for dinner, and had a good time solving all of the problems of the world. Or at least the RV world that we live in. Nancy was my primary care provider at the VA hospital in Lexington, Kentucky before she retired, and I asked her how the transition has been to retirement and fulltime RVing. She said that while she misses her old career, she is having a good time roaming the country with Orv.
I believe that it is important to have something to do, whether it be working, volunteering, or even a hobby to keep us busy. Even if I won a lottery for millions of dollars, I’d still be doing exactly what I’m doing right now, because I love it so much. I would get incredibly bored just getting up and staring at the boob tube all day, every day. I think RV travel and the fulltime RV lifestyle probably helps keep a lot of folks alive and mentally alert. Whether you’re line dancing at an RV park, playing cards or Mexican Train in the activity center, touring a historical site somewhere, hiking, or just doing routine maintenance chores around the RV, there is always something to do!
Besides, having wheels under our house means that we can get away before our kids can stick us in a rest home somewhere! 🙂
Thought For The Day – Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.