Being old school has boundaries
There’s a feeling nowadays that being “old school” is simply a matter of yearning for the past.
If that’s true, count me in.
Now, I was raised in an era when there were no such things as Facebook, Twitter and all that nonsense that has pervaded our society in the past 20 years.
Come to think of it, even telephones were relatively new when I was younger.
Just the other day I was talking to a younger person and said I would give them my phone number if they needed more information on a matter.
“Phone number? Do people still use phones”? was the quizzical reply I received.
These days, phones aren’t used to call people. They’re used to take pictures, watch favorite TV shows and my favorite, texting.
Texting is that thing you see young people doing all day, every day. One enlightened person described the year it became wildly popular as “the year when we stopped talking to each other.”
But being old school has many other meanings.
It means you do not understand at all when a football player celebrates a 10-yard pass reception or a sack with a ridiculous celebration dance. And he does it with his team trailing by three touchdowns.
I think football celebrations should be on the line of what Detroit Lions great running back Barry Sanders used to do after scoring. And that was simply to hand the football to the ref.
Oh, the National Football League has done its best to legislate celebratory moves. One of the first actions it ever took to was to outlaw the “Fun Bunch” antics of the Washington Redskins in the 1970s.
Now the Fun Bunch celebration was pretty innocent, even more so than the Lambeau Leap, which in other stadiums, would draw a flag. But that’s been grandfathered in and is kosher.
Another thing that really draws the ire of old school people is the number of garish tattoos worn by many of today’s athletes.
Some of these guys are covered with so many tattoos that it would take an hour or two just to read them. I won’t even get into what Dennis Rodman looked like in the latter days of his career.
I believe it was the late Hank Bauer of the Yankees, (circa 1950s) who had a tattoo on his arm. But that one simply ready USMC, and who’s going to argue with a Marine?
Still, it’s good to know there are still a few of us old schoolers left. We watch the Turner Classic Movies channel most days.