I broke the rules Sunday.
For the first time in 20 years, the Baylor Bears were among the names called when the NCAA basketball tournament selection committee announced the anointed. As a proud member of the Class of ’78, I did what many Baylor fans did on that Super Sunday: I started dancing.
OK, as Baptist sins go, dancing isn’t considered a particularly grievous transgression --not any more. But it was a big taboo back in the day. I never paid the dancing issue much mind. The only reason I ever honored this “Thou Shalt Not” is because, by and large, “I Can Not.”
None of that mattered Sunday. My feet, they just couldn’t be contained. The legs, noting the feet’s feat, suddenly joined the rebellion. In less than a minute’s time, the whole body was moving up and down and around and about, and …
I have to tell you: It felt good.
You might be wondering by now what this blog entry has to do with gardening or retailing or selling or buying or shopping or … well, any of the “ings” you deal with on a daily basis. The technical answer is that what I experienced Sunday has noth-ING to do with what you do.
Except that I would hope that, every now and then, you have cause to celebrate whatever it is you celebrate.
Sic ‘em, Bears!
-- Yale
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