Insanity deals with madness or something extremely foolish.
Johnny Cash has a song about a man who is going to die on the gallows in 25 minutes. The first line of the song is "they are building a gallows outside my door, 25 minutes to go". He sings about each descending minute until he reaches 0 minutes and then of course he hangs. Well, I don't equate the upcoming nuptials of Debs and Tom to hanging on the gallows, but there are 25 days until that commitment of "I do". I do considered it my duty to remind both Debs and Tom how many days until that make that final exchange of vows. 25 Days and counting. I don't know why I've included their upcoming marriage under the subject of insanity? Ha.
Now the real insanity. I was scheduled to play golf today, Tuesday April 25, 2006. I had all the high tech weather data in front of me so I could make an intelligent decision. Forecast was for a cold front to be passing through. We would tee off in 39 degree weather at 8:30 AM and finish around noon (temperature forecast to be 47 degrees). Wind was out of the north at 15-25 mph. I figure a rational man would call his golfing buddy and they would reschedule to another day with better temperatures. The buddy said that the weather forecast was a worst case scenerio and that we should play anyway. So the Prince of Pride (me) says, alright you a--h---, if you want to golf, we'll golf. I will not get a reputation for whimping out (Chris call those kinds of people a wooss?).
We were to play south of Fond du lac. We were to meet first at Schrieners restaurant and ride together to the golf course. So I drove all the way to Fond du lac with every piece of warm clothing I could find. My back seat was filled with sweatshirts, jackets and hats.
Well my golf buddy shows up in the 37 degree temperatures with the northwind blowing and he says, maybe we should reschedule. Again I thought, you a--h---. You made me drive all the way from Appleton to Fond du lac and then you decide to whimp out. He didn't have to ask the question about cancelling again. We had breakfast with hot coffee at Schrieners and then I drove home in the warm comfort of my Saab. I felt pretty good because I had won the game of "Chicken" by forcing my buddy to back-out first. Take that!
So let me see. I drove to Fond du lac and back, a total of 80 miles at a cost of $.40/mile. That was $32 dollars. Then breakfast with tip came to another $8. $40 to prove that I was more macho than my buddy. I win. I think I won. Come to think of it we both lost. What a bunch of losers.
Insanity is thinking you will enjoy playing golf in 40 degree temperatures with a strong north wind. But I have my pride. I made him chicken out.
My lesson grasshoppers is that you should be aware of tripping over your pride. It is a stupid trip.
Love,
Dad