Letters to the Editor
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and your point is...?
I'm glad the author has interests in common with his wife. I'm sure it's very good for their marriage.
But I have to ask, so what? Was the point of this article to brag about the fact his wife defies some female stereotypes? Most women do. Even the girliest don't fit every corner of the pigeonhole.
I also wonder about calling her "the coach's daughter." It's possible that being raised in a sporting family helped with her love of sports, but it's a part of who she has become: a person in her own right. Reducing her to an accessory to the men in her life, as either her father's daughter or the author's wife, is trivializing.
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i agree
And the lack of letters here makes me think that most readers decided not to read two pages of sweethearting and stereotypes (Arkansas and snakes! Guys like to ogle cheerleaders!) A very self-indulgent choice by Salon editors here.
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May I be the first to propose...
...a nickname for the author of this most pointless drivel:
"Fuck You" Lyons.
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Love Letter
Come on guys. Lighten up. This essay is a fun love letter to a woman and to sports. I find it charming, a small gift to read with the morning's bad news.
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Some up-tight letter writers here
I thought this was a wonderful article about a man's love for his wife. I suspect these people haven't lived in the south and don't know what it's like there...
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the south
yes, all people from the south like football, ogling cheerleaders, and writing sentimental drivel.
actually, i didn't mind the article much. i didn't read past the first page, but it's very presence on salon did not offend me. if salon had the same amount of decent content it used to, i probably wouldn't have bothered to click on this one or read the letters.
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Sweet
I thought this was a delightfully sweet essay. If I was his wife, I'd be honored.
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Yeah...
I guess you guys are right. What a bunch of spoilsports we are! In a world aswirl with blown-up U.S. troops, U.S. security contractors on the hunt for innocent Iraqi citizens, genocide in the Sudan, secret CIA torture centers, spiraling deficits, draconian budget cuts, tax cuts for the rich & massive layoffs for the rest -- in a world of such dourness, how downright pleasant it is to revel in the chronicle of a Yankee (oops, Red Sox) and his Southern Belle. They met, they fell in love, they married. They watch baseball together, nay, they travel great distances to watch baseball together! It's a story for the ages. Oh thank you, thank you Salon for bringing it to us. I will cherish it always, as I struggle valiantly to keep my spirits up in a world full of death & deception.
And hey, it's a helluva lot cheaper than a blow job and a beer.
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Ever ask yourself why people think you're boring?
A colleague entered my office as I was reading the paragraph about the failings of various Cubs players, and I was forced to explain why I was laughing out loud. As a long-suffering Cubs fan, with a few choice nicknames of his own for Farnsworth, Patterson, et al, I was gratified to find kindred spirits in this couple from Arkansas. I found the whole article entertaining, thoroughly worthwhile reading - it really started my week on the right foot.
I was, then, surprised and not a little put off by the vitriolic responses from some readers, who seem to feel that every Salon article must deal with either Iraq, Republican hubris, Democratic schadenfreude, or human rights violations in some form or another. It's precisely the kind of rigid and humorless adherence to Political Correctness that keeps liberals from being invited to more tailgate parties.
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Transylvania
I am not writing to recommend a correction to Mr. Lyon's article, but to note that Transylvania has not had a football team since the 1940s, probably years before Hendrix dissolved its football program.
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Ever ask yourself why people think you're a perfumed pampered nimrod?
A) Because in 2005 you still find it soda-out-your-nose funny when someone writes about the "long-suffering Cubs fan."
B) Because you're sitting in your office ostensibly being paid to do something thoroughly worthwhile other than reading someone who writes about the "long-suffering Cubs fan."
C) Because you then find the time to read about other people writing about someone who writes about the "long-suffering Cubs fan."
D) Because you then find further time to write about people writing about someone who writes about the "long-suffering Cubs fan."
E) Because you so fashionably equate people who critique a meandering piece of feel-good crap with some sort of elitist Political Correctness, when in fact these people might just have other venues (Dashiell Hammett? John Cassavetes? Mr. Rogers?) of non-political emotional release. Anti-elitist elitism at its worst.
In case you were wondering.
PS -- This article was read & this letter written on my own time. Now turn off the damn Internet & get back to work.
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Yeah, sweet. But "news"?
By far the funniest thing about this piece is the header: "Salon.com News | I married the coach's daughter."
News!! This just in!
I was disappointed to find out that this news happened 38 years ago.
(Perhaps someone at Salon can re-file this sweet ode under "Life"?)
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I think I'm in love
If I were male, or otherwise able to legally avail myself of the ability to marry whomever I chose, I'd steal this incredible woman from you, Gene. And I'm not even gay.
A woman who "gets" the supreme magnificence that is Greg Maddux, and tells Barbara Bush's televised countenance to shut up. Doesn't get a whole better than that.
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A sweet essay.
Thanks.
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Take a break from your misery.
What a bunch of grumpy bastards. A guy writes a piece of "pointless drivel" and the world stops turning. You have no idea how much I appreciate all the hand wringing you bleeding hearts do for the rest of us slackers. But, please, don't stop. We need you there on the front lines, reminding us of all that is wrong with the world; every damn moment, of every damn day. Believe me, your magnificent suffering does not go unnoticed.
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Girls will be boys, too, I guess, lucky for him!
Ewwww. It's just so, well, latent. Yuck!
But I'm really glad they found each other.
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How stunning
A woman who likes sports! This is surely a rare novelty that needs 2 pages of pointless rambling - wow, she laughs at blow-job jokes! How unfeminine! How unbelieveable!
First broadsheet, and now this crap.
I'm a female sports fan. Perhaps you could do a big feature on me. I had no idea I was so novel.