All of my life I've tried so hard
Doing my best with what I had
Nothing much happened all the same
Something about me stood apart
A whisper of hope that seemed to fail
Maybe I'm born right out of my time
Breaking my life in two
Throw me tomorrow, oh oh
Now that I really got a chance
Throw me tomorrow, oh oh
Everything's falling into place
Throw me tomorrow, oh oh
Seeing my past to let it go
Throw me tomorrow, oh oh
Only for you I don't regret
And I was Thursday's child (oh oh)
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was
--from "Thursday's Child," by David Bowie
In past football seasons, I would typically write a short column giving my pick for the Thursday Night game. I've made no secret of my disapproval of Thursday football. I'd say that I've written hundreds, if not thousands of words over the years on the subject of why Thursday football should not be.
Sadly, I have reached the point of self-annoyance.
So, in the interest of my own mental and emotional well-being, I will no longer legitimize the league's insistence on having Thursday football. I will, instead, use this opportunity to think (and perhaps write) about whatever I want to that day.
So tonight, while you're thinking about Bengals, I'll be thinking about tigers.
If you'd like to take some of the money that you might spend on NFL merchandise and spend it on tigers instead, here's one way to do it:
WWF Gifts: Adopt a Tiger
It's a neat little program, one that I have personally used in the past to give gifts to friends. It's especially nice for kids, because they get to learn a bit about conservation, and they get a plush toy to boot.
Ok, that's the end of my touchy-feely message.
Enjoy the game, if that's what you're into.
Thanks for reading. This will most likely not be my final non-football column.
David Bowie - Thursday's Child from wndr★ on Vimeo.