Take an extra
second tonight to check out the moon. When we are frantically ripping
our bracket in half and cursing at Oklahoma
not advancing, the orbiting moon’s luminance shines on the
comfort-filled house lined with high dollar mid-sized sedans.
Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But the moon - ever constant
goes largely unnoticed throughout our fast-paced lives. When was the
last time we went outside to take a deep breath while admiring Mother
Nature’s gift? I know I hadn’t.
I usually sit in my shoebox-sized apartment and saturate myself with
every sports fact possible. The never ending pursuit for the fountain
of knowledge leaves me on the couch for hours on end, which translates
to lost weeks, months, years, etc.
Fast forward to last night when we are watching
UNC-Wilmington blow an 18-point lead while ignoring the moon. Of
course, the NCAA tournament provides more drama for sports addicts than
any episode of CSI: Miami
or Myth Busters. The fact remains the same: entertainment holds our
It’s not the moon per se that is so important, but
the environment that it resides with. Aside from our plot of land, our
environment falls clearly outside our comfort zones. We feel vulnerable
when isolated from our common amenities, which I’ve been for much of
this Spring Break vacation.
My close friend - with a tad Green party flavor - is
super-conscientious about Ms. Mother Nature. But I’ve come to find that
his fundamental rationale for his love of his natural surroundings
couldn’t be more right. The Eagle Scout feels like he’s learned the
most about himself in the environment.
Not while watching the digital pictures jump across
our black box or even while spending overtime hours striving for that
corner office. A pedestrian 12 mile hike - by his standards - on the Appalachian
Trail solidified his hypothesis in my mind. And had I not
been hiking and fishing, I would have wasted my weekend watching the
But when we came back to civilization from two nights
under the stars, the ACC tournament went on without me. Go figure. Just
because I didn’t attend or have access, the event still went on. For a
couple of days, sports didn’t consume my life to the point of wasting
hours, days, weeks, etc.
With the technology age of DVR and on-demand sports
highlights, why are we still consumed by everything ESPN? Our precious
time could be better spent towards friendships, relationships or
family. Laughs with lifelong friends are suspended by our inability to
pry ourselves from our featured entertainment.
So let’s turn the TV off and go experience the
outdoors. Try seeking a pick-up game of basketball or picking up the
pole to go fishing. What about a run through the Town
Commons or a
local park? Heck, just take a glimpse of the moon. You might learn
While undergoing a routine job search, I came across another
enlightening nugget. Did you know that Antarctica
has a newspaper? (CLICK HERE!
The Antarctica Sun Times is published by the U.S. Naval Support Force
Antarctica, Public Affairs Office, in conjunction with the National
Science Foundation and Antarctic Support Associates.
The job description’s responsibilities include - in
case anybody is wondering - “creating and
publishing The Antarctic Sun newspaper and providing other media and
public relations services during the austral summer in Antarctica. Interacts with the station community, National
Science Foundation, military, and other agency officials, both over the
telephone and in person, in a professional and tactful manner.”
Dr. Henry VanSant
Prayers certainly go out to Dr. Henry VanSant’s family who suffered his
loss on Thursday. For a man who put nearly 30 years into advancing
ECU’s athletic program, it’s a darn shame that he won’t get to see the
glory years to come for Pirate fans. I never shook hands with VanSant,
but was also well aware of his credentials and presence at Pirate
games. I remember watching VanSant in 2004 during ECU’s magical 51-13
baseball season. VanSant, at age 68, was sitting in the not-so-sturdy
wooden bleachers located in centerfield of the old Jungle at Harrington
Field heckling opposing center fielders. Now that, gentlemen, is a