The start of th EPL season appears to have coincided with my last post.  I think there must be a connection.  My apologies (to no one in particular).  Just as it was once de rigeur for George Will-type intellectuals to prove their regular-guy status by professing a passion for baseball, it now appears that every blogger now demonstrates his street savvy by expressing his love for the "beautiful game."  So it is with some reluctance that I admit that I played soccer in my youth (quite well actually), and that I now share the passion with my son, Master S, who already is a better player than his father ever was.  To add to the cliche (I am so embarrassed), I follow some loveablly hapless loser of a team, Fulham.  I do so for no obscure reason.  Brian McBride is my favorite player in the world, and, at the time EPL games became regularly available on FSC, Fulham started two Americans and two Danes whom I knew.

Glad to get that out of the way.  I have busting a gut to share my wisdom with the world, but have been constrained by my real job.  Yesterday, I watched a segment on the Today Show about some high schoolers in Cross River who were suspended for performing the Vagina Monologues, or something similar, after being forbidden to do so.  Great story:  spunky teenagers, old fogie administrators, edgy topic -- what more could one want. 

What I wanted was a school administrator with enough backbone to say, without embarrassment: "Hey, maybe the parents of a school don't want a bunch of teenagers telling them what is appropriate for their children to see and hear, including younger siblings."  Funny how, if the topic of the play had been Christian-themed, I doubt the Today Show would have been as sympathetic to the spunky teenagers.