Back in the early 90s, I attended a taping of a television sports talk show featuring Troy Aikman and some other sports caster type fellows whose names I don’t remember. I know nothing about football and it would not even be possible for me to care less about football than I already do. Yet there I was with Troy and the boys talkin’ football.
For those few of you who know even less about football than I do and need clarification before I go on, Troy Aikman was the quarterback for the Dallas Cowboys football team back in the day when Wham was popular. Don’t ask me what a quarterback is. It’s beyond my scope.
At any rate, I found myself at the taping of this local television sports show. The set was designed like a sports bar, ala Cheers, with Troy and the sports caster guys sitting at the bar, having a faux few and discussing football like it was foreign policy or something of real importance. I, along with a number of other people, were seated at small tables like bar patrons, all of whom happen to be eavesdropping on Troy like he was E.F.Hutton.
At one point in the taping, Troy was to look in the camera and read a sentence off the cue card. I don’t remember exactly what the sentence was that he read, but it was something like “And we’ll be right back.”
And so Troy read the sentence, albeit a little stilted, and everyone applauded mightily.
Except for me who involuntarily laughed and said dryly, and apparently a little too loudly, “Oh boy. He can read.”
And then Troy turned and shot laser beams out of his eyes at me, singeing my eyelashes just a little.
Now, two things here. I didn’t really mean it the way it came out. It just struck me odd that we were applauding a college graduate for reading a sentence that any second-grader could read. It simply amused me.
The second thing is that I hadn’t really intended to say that outside of my head. Sometimes there is a mix-up between my tongue and my brain and that happens – the tongue does not get the memo that the message is proprietary, for internal distribution only. Sometimes my brain threatens to fire my tongue, but the tongue has tenure and so it’s a problem. (See James 3:1-9)
So, all that to say, “Sorry Troy. I think you’re swell. And a great reader too.”
It’s never too late to say you’re sorry and just now I really needed to get that off my chest.