Thoughts On The Dead

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Football Season Is Over

No More Games. No More Bombs. No More Walking. No More Fun. No More Swimming. 67. That is 17 years past 50. 17 more than I needed or wanted. Boring. I am always bitchy. No Fun – for anybody. 67. You are getting Greedy. Act your old age. Relax – This won’t hurt.

HST

7 Comments

  1. That’s a little ominous TotD.

  2. As a consolation, Doc Thompson got to have his ashes fired out of a cannon.

    We should all be so lucky.

    I’ll settle for mine being scattered into the Pacific, out past the Golden Gate.

  3. OK, I just wrote very nearly the same reply as I did last year. I’m all out of clever today.

    I had my copy of Shark Hunt with me when I found out about HST – still my standard travel reading. It’s lowbrow (or low-vitriol?) for Hunter, but I cannot read his Super Bowl piece about Grantland Rice and the precision jackthrusts too many times.

    • Shark Hunt’s where it started for me, too. I still remember seeing the cover, with the Doc leaning back on that giant motorcycle, Dunhill-in-holder clenched between his teeth.

      • some of his best later stuff was in his column on espn of all places…search “page 2” on the website and it’s all archived

        my personal tradition is to re-read the scanlan’s derby piece before the race every year

  4. When I die, I would like my remains to be scattered along the beaches of Long Island.

    Also, I don’t want to be cremated.

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