We’re almost within two weeks of the election.
In Ohio, the campaign ads are airing non-stop, the candidates are showing up daily, and the polls are tightening. All of this activity is focused on one group of people — the undecided voters. After all of the debates, and campaign appearances, and TV commercials, you have to wonder: who the heck are these people, and what do they need to know before they can finally make up their minds?
A few weeks ago, a Saturday Night Live skit had a pretty funny answer that probably isn’t too far off the mark.
We’ve got another debate tomorrow, and we’ll be discussing more serious stuff about the election as Election Day draws ever closer. For now, though, we could all use a laugh.
One morning during our visit to Lake Temagami, the Elder Statesman and I went fishing in a rowboat. The Elder Stateman rowed us out onto a bay in the lake and we drifted along, trying without success to get a nibble.
After a few hours, the sky grew cloudy, the wind had picked up, and we decided it was time to head back to the island. I felt guilty sitting back while a senior citizen manned the oars, so I took over and began to row us back. I’ve never really rowed before, except for trying a rowing machine or two in visits to workout facilities. But, I’ve seen people rowing in perfect precision in sculling competitions, and the Elder Stateman had capably piloted us out into the bay. How hard can it be?
The answer is: a heck of a lot harder than I thought, and frustrating besides. There’s lots of moving parts. You’re trying to achieve uniform strokes, at uniform depth, hitting the water at about the same point and then pulling through. And, you’re doing it all while you have your back to the target. If you don’t know what you’re doing — and I obviously didn’t — it’s very easy to veer far off course. And then you have to figure our which oar moves you back in the right direction. Add in a little wind and chop on the water, and you’ve got a tough challenge for the novice know-it-all. I soon realized that my confidence in my innate rowing ability was sorely misplaced. I was not making much progress and instead was cutting long, looping S curves through the water rather than moving directly toward our destination. It was frustrating and embarrassing.
After a while I got the hang of it — sort of — and made some progress in moving us across the bay, but as we neared the island I gladly yielded the oars to the Elder Statemen to steer us to the dock.
You’d think that a 55-year-old would have realized by now that it is foolish to have mindless confidence that he can do something he’s never done before. Obviously, I’ve still got a lot of life lessons to learn.
I was meeting friends at our seats yesterday at the OSU-Purdue game, so I got there early — and took this picture of some of my fellow early birds getting ready to be the first people in their section to sit in their A Deck seats on the opposite side of the field.