Take a day off.
A day off from sports.
Or at least pump the brakes a little.
Monday is, of course, Memorial Day. It is not a day to wonder who will start at quarterback for the Browns, whether the Cavaliers will win the rubber match in this best-of-three, best-of-seven battle against the Golden State Warriors in the NBA Finals and why, oh, why, that starting pitching, the one thing that everyone thought was the strength of the Indians, has thus far in 2017 been a weakness.
Those are all legitimate concerns for Cleveland sports fans and there will be time – plenty of time, in fact – to focus on them beginningTuesday.
But it’s not Tuesday yet.
It’s still Monday, which is a day set aside to honor all those who offered up the ultimate sacrifice so we can think about the Browns, Cavs, Indians, Ohio State and all of our other favorite sports teams.
You’ve read that – and heard that – before. Perhaps you’ve done so before, but if not – or even if you have – it’s time to think about it again, to think about what that really means. And it means a lot.
For the freedoms we have in this county, which, to begin with, aren’t free at all as there is a tremendous price that must be paid to keep them, allow us to do all kinds of things. With some limits, of course, we can do just about anything we want.
We can enjoy sports.
Or not.
We can enjoy one of the many barbecues that will take place on
Monday.
Or not.
We can enjoy attending a parade.
Or not.
We can enjoy having a picnic.
Or not.
We can enjoy planting our flowers and gardens.
Or not.
We can enjoy absolutely nothing other than relaxing.
Or not.
We can enjoy going to a park.
Or not,
We can enjoy taking a trip.
Or not.
We can enjoy doing all of these things.
Or not.
But no matter what we do – or don’t do – it would be a shame if we didn’t carve out at least a little time to say thanks in some way, shape or form to those men and women who died so that we had all these many privileges.
