And the “Fans” Played On

This weather-oh my goodness!  It feels like fall. I almost had a craving for a caramel apple today. That was, after eating a huge piece of watermelon (good old summertime) earlier after my run. Speaking of which, I thought I was going to freeze when I started.  After all, it was a brisk 66 degrees! Now don’t laugh-it was super hot & humid two days ago when I ran…after the rain…later than when I like to run (my forte is morning runs for sure).

I love when it is cool enough to have the windows open in the house. I can’t stand that closed up/cooped up feeling. I get enough of  that in the winter around here. I think it is because it reminds me of growing up without air conditioning-at least for part of my childhood anyway. Let me tell you, it was a BIG event when we finally got a window unit air conditioner! You know, the kind that freezes part of the house (mainly the room where it is centrally located) and the rest is fairly lukewarm. But in those early years we “suffered” through with box fans. I would come in from playing outside on a hot summer day and just sit in front of the fan. Then I would talk into it to make that robot sound. I would eventually get into trouble for making that noise. I guess it annoyed my parents or something ;). Kids today just don’t know what they’re missing! We never got bored because we were always being creative…but I digress. Then at night the whir of the fans would put me to sleep. That’s why I still have to have one on at night. Yep- I have a big ole box fan beside the bed.

I can also remember falling asleep on the sofa on one of those hot, sultry summer nights, with the fans going and my dad sitting in “his” chair in the living room listening to the Royals game on the radio. I’m sure…wait, I KNOW that is why I still like baseball, but I’m not a fan.  So many things we grow up loving (or hating) is by association.

Let’s consider that “other” type of fan. The American Heritage Dictionary defines a fanatic (noun- from whence we get “fan”), as a person possessed by an excessive zeal for and uncritical attachment to a cause or position. Synonyms are extremist, zealot, enthusiast. An extremist goes on to advocate the advancement of a cause or course of action to limits far beyond those considered wise or proper by the majority, usually by means that are equally excessive. A zealot refers to one who is wholeheartedly devoted to a cause or goal and who typically seeks to advance it in a partisan manner. Enthusiast now principally implies strong interest in something such as a sport or hobby, and lacks the unfavorable connotations of the other terms. In that light, I would say I am a baseball enthusiast, but not a fan (although I may be somewhat fanatical over Sluggerrr). Take it for what it’s worth. Humans misuse words (according to their definitions) all the time.

I wuv Sluggerrr
I wuv Sluggerrr

What one is or is not is mostly a matter of opinion. To me, spending hours in a parking lot most Sundays tailgating before a game and sitting in frigid conditions to watch an entire football game is “fanatical.” Those who do it all painted up and scarcely clothed in frigid conditions, I would consider “extremist.” Those who spend thousands on season tickets, I may even consider a “zealot.” I’m just not that into football and that’s my point. Most of the things people do are for their own enjoyment or amusement. I will definitely NOT get into all of the other so called implications (e.g. taking time away from family/work/whatever)to do those things. I certainly don’t advocate causing harm to others. I speak in a generic sense to draw attention to how we humans judge each other so unfairly.

I would have to say that my love of running according to the above definitions would fall into the category of fanatical, extremist, and maybe a tad bit zealot (or zealous). Here are some of the comments I get, “What- you are running THAT far in the heat? You’re going to get hot! You run for 4 hours straight? That’s just CRAZY! You’re going to have a heart attack! Your knees are going to give out! You are how old? Should you be doing that at your age? When are you going to quit? You’re going to get ran over, raped, pillaged, plundered, puke, pee & poop yourself!” And my all time favorite, “YOU’RE TOO SKINNY!” Followed by, “How much DO you weigh?” Isn’t it amazing how others know so much? I’m especially fond of how others think they know what I need. Please do yourselves a favor and google “Maslow’s Hierarchy of Needs.”   And for the love of all things sacred, please take me out to eat!!! I like to eat, and I eat A LOT!


We’re all different and unique, isn’t that cool? Too bad we don’t celebrate each other’s uniqueness enough. A friend of mine (girl) has some tattoos and because of some artwork on her skin, her character has come into question. What-are we living in the 1950s? And why can’t GUYS wear pink? Who defined that as a girl color. I remember a guy years ago freaking out because his son wanted an Easy Bake oven for Christmas…guys don’t cook?  Remember, Ted Bundy looked (and acted) “normal.” So did the BTK killer, AND he was an elder in his church.

Remember the first time you were cut loose to drive by yourself out of town after you got your license? Well I do and I remember that incredible sense of freedom I felt. I was in the big time driving my mom’s big old Pontiac to the orthodontist. It was kind of scary and exhilarating all at the same time. I may have (if I remember right) had a bit of a lead foot on the way home just to see how fast that car would go…or maybe not :/ (tee, hee, hee).

Feelin' like big stuff in the big old Pontiac
Feelin’ like big stuff in the big old Pontiac

Needless to say, that gave me enough taste of freedom to become fiercely independent. I wanted a job, my own car, buy my own stuff, etc. I wanted to be free to be myself. Isn’t that what we all want deep down? The sad fact is, too many folks remain “sheeple” and just follow the crowd, looking/acting like the status quo and judging everyone else. I’d rather think for myself, thank you very much. I suppose to many, that makes me fanatical, extremist, zealous and just plain CRAZY!


The other thing or things (thing 1, thing 2, & thing 3) that I am fanatical about are my kids. Baby boy #1 will be 29 tomorrow. Where did all of those years go? Happy Birthday Ryan!

circa 1986
DJ @ brother Chad's wedding
DJ @ brother Chad’s wedding

And so my friends, I leave you with this: 10524991_10204278536229696_603692409_n

And this: Kid Rock – Born Free [OFFICIAL VIDEO]:

Now excuse me while I go open the bedroom window and turn on the fan…whir, whir, whir.

Until we meet again,


P.S. I do so appreciate you taking the time to read my ramblings when there is so much other stuff out there to read. I am truly honored!






2 Thoughts

  1. I use to do the same thing with the box fans… Infact I just got yelled at by my wife for bringing it out and scaring the dog with the robot voice. Hahaha. I agree with you, everyone is unique and different. The problem is everyone thinks their opinion is the right one so they are quick to judge.

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