I don’t know about you guys, but I feel like this article could have been written about us, in a mirror universe. Where instead of Thanksgiving, we resorted to a heinous act to fill our idle time. It’s the work of the devil, I tell you. Thank goodness for our Hollow Men meetings, on the heights of Coronado, for keeping us out of trouble.
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Wow, hilarious–and kind of amazing and stupid, especially if the whole point is basically to get away from each other while the game is on. Well, whatever it takes. But more to the point I think Toby is making here: I so often see how other guys talk and spend time with each other, how they interact, and it–well, it saddens me. Even some of the most educated, interested people I know turn into idiots when it comes to spending time with other guys. Last fall, Jen and I went to a wedding in northern Minnesota (the bride a longtime friend of Jen’s), and the groom had insisted on having the wedding at a golf resort so he and his buddies could basically extend the bachelor party during the wedding. They had literally gone golfing the day of the wedding, and the morning after. Incredible. In any case, it makes me grateful for many memories of the HM, of course, and also the way that we interact with each other. Thanks to all of you!
We certainly have had our moments if juvenile idiocy, but I agree that, overall, we managed to find meaningful ways to interact and share time. I am thankful for that as well.