LASSOED

“Doing the right thing is never the wrong thing.”

— TED LASSO

I know Ted Lasso is not a real person. (He’s almost too good to be true.)

I know this sensational series is only on AppleTV+. (And, who isn’t subscription poor these days with Netflix, Hulu, Peacock, Paramount+, Discovery+, Disney+. All those pluses add up. But, get a free AppleTV+ trial and binge it.)

I know the narrative is profanity-laden. (It’s a shame because the writing is so good it’s clear the creative minds could have leaned less on that worn crutch.)

Otherwise:

We’re only a few episodes into the second season and I have already listed in it “Pops’ Top Eleven Ensemble Comedies, Post 1980”. (listed alphabetically to avoid a best-of-the-best debate):

Arrested Development
The Big Bang Theory
Frasier
Friends
Modern Family
Newhart
The Office
Parks and Recreation
Schitt’s Creek
Seinfeld
Ted Lasso

Look at the list and the recipe for success becomes apparent: great writing, rich character development, a stellar cast, an endearing storyline, plenty of silliness and enough tenderness to make it matter.

For those of us who grew up living deep in daydreams, where the line between real and fantasy was blurry, we tend to make these characters near-human. We care what happens to them. We value the experience we have with them as we sit in a corner of their world and watch and listen and laugh.

Ted Lasso himself is sort of a mix of Mister Rogers, Ulysses Everett McGill and Andy Griffith. It’s a fish-out-of-water story. Of course Ted would say he’s a goldfish. In an episode where one of his players has a particularly bad game, Ted says,

“You know what the happiest animal on Earth is? It’s a goldfish.
You know why? Got a 10-second memory. Be a goldfish, Sam.”

I know it’s not real life; but neither is the world portrayed on CNN, Fox News, MSNBC and that ilk. I tend to view politicians and fundamentalists as an ensemble cast in a show of their own, except theirs isn’t funny, hopeful, or humanizing.

Part of what makes Ted Lasso, the show, outstanding is its timing—it came along when we needed it most. It is the antithesis of what our national discourse has become. It is a breath of fresh air. A hope that there are still purveyors of good and kind and beautiful.

Let me say again: I know it’s a show, an ensemble of characters. But still it tells a story, one that makes people better.

And, hasn’t the power of storytelling proven to be a way to learn some of the most important life lessons? Who was it that told stories about mustard seeds, seed-sowers, hidden treasure, lost sheep and many, many more.

Real life is real though. Still it’s made up of chapters and verses, beginnings and endings.

Without a doubt the ensemble and episodes I love most and treasure deeply are the real ones; the ensemble of family and friends, and the episodes are the moments we share together.

Here’s one more from Ted:

“Be curious. Not judgemental.”
— Ted Lasso quoting Walt Whitman.

P.S.: At least be curious enough to watch the trailer on YouTube.

FREE?DOM

WHAT DO KATY PERRY, THE JONAS BROTHERS AND POPS have in common?

Well, Katy’s real name isn’t Perry and Pops is not my real name (except to my Grand-Kids). But as far as I know the Jonas Brothers use their actual names, so it’s not that.

Fun story: I’m a big fan of the app for ordering from a certain fast food place. I registered for the site using my Google account so my name shows up on my orders at this place as “Pops”. The other day I was picking up an order there. The young lady delivering my order asked, “Is your name Pops or are you a Pops?”

I told this story to one of the Grand-Girls and she replied “Both!” Well, to her anyway.

Back to the puzzler—what do we all have a common? At least two of the three are nominal musicians? Maybe, but not the answer we’re looking for.

We’re all P.K.s! Preacher’s Kids.

There is a P.K. stereotype. Maybe two, or more:

“First, there’s the model child, who lives by the rulebook and follows in the footsteps of his or her minister parent. In many churches, this is an expectation as much as it is a stereotype. Yet perhaps the dominant stereotype of the pastor’s kid is the prodigal—the wayward child, the rebel who has fallen away from the faith, the backslidden who’d rather strike out on their own than live in the shadow of the steeple.” —barna.com

This is the kid who may or may not have released a flotilla of rubber duckies across the baptismal waters during a service, or added a touch of Boone’s Farm to the communion grape juice, etc. Then other days he might be found mowing the yard of widowed member of the flock.

From my experience the P.K. explanation from Barna, quoted above, isn’t an either/or proposition. It is possible to drift and hover between the two extremes over a lifetime.

Here’s an example: I wasn’t hell-bent on being a full-blown prodigal but I do remember the first time I exercised my FREEDOM to NOT go to church. In our house, we went to church. Twice on Sunday, Wednesday nights, revivals, January Bible Study Week, Vacation Bible School, and any other time the proverbial doors were open. I never saw the end of an episode of “Lassie”, or “The Wizard of Oz” because they aired on Sunday nights.

But when I set off for college, I was free; free to not go to church, for the first time in my life. I took full advantage of my newfound freedom.

Late one Sunday afternoon in the first week or so of my first semester, a couple of guys stopped by to say they were going to a local church for a cookout and “co-ed fellowship”. “Want to go?”

“No thanks. I’m not really going to church right now—especially on Sunday night. I’m free to NOT go, you know.”

They left. I sat there alone, solitary, imagining a bunch of students having a great time together. I had literally become a slave to my definition of freedom. Why couldn’t I understand that actually being free meant I could choose; all by myself. I guess in a way I did: I chose loneliness that night.

All of this came to mind the other day when I heard someone explaining that they were FREE—No one could make them take a COVID vaccination! And I wondered, maybe deep down inside if they would really like to have that vaccine. Secretly, maybe subconsciously, they would like to have the sense of relief and safety it brings. But, maybe they’ve become a slave to their freedom to say, Nope.

Before I wrap up this exploration of the Preacher Kid persona… Could it be that there’s a third stereotype? A rescuer, teacher, good communicator? This version is immortalized in a song. A song from the good-ol’ 60s, by Dusty Springfield:

The only one who could ever reach me
Was the son of a preacher man
The only boy who could ever teach me
Was the son of a preacher man
Yes, he was, he was, ooh, yes, he was

He was the sweet-talkin' son of a preacher man

I suggested to my Amazing-Missus that maybe this could be her theme song. She, in turn, had a suggestion or two for me.

HABIT FORMING

I STARTED TO CALL THIS PIECE “7 Habits of Highly Effective Old Guys”, but I don’t have any evidence that my theories are valid. I haven’t studied a group of grandfathers, pawpaws, or even pops. Let’s call this researchless speculation.

The second problem with this exercise is that I’m treading on a sacred path. I’m daring to dabble with THE book: “7 Habits of Highly Effective People” by Stephen R. Covey. I’m aware that this ranks up there with the King James Version of the Bible, “Atlas Shrugged” by Ayn Rand, and “Animal Farm” by George Orwell, as texts on the high shelf of many.

I’ve read all of these. I’ve even heard Stephen R. Covey teach the book live many years ago. I like the book. Although I’ve always been skeptical of books that tout formulas like: three keys to this or four steps to that, my satirical reimagining is not meant to diminish or devalue the work at all.

Enough of the qualifying. Any more and I’m violating this first Habit.

Here’s how this works: I’ll start with Mr. Covey’s Habit and an excerpt from his writings and then I’ll offer an alternative that might be useful for us men-of-a-certain-age.

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STEPHEN’S HABIT 1: Be Proactive.
Take responsibility for your reaction to your experiences, take the initiative to respond positively, and improve the situation.

POPS’ HABIT 1: Be active.
Move around, go somewhere, do something. Remember, while we are human-beings, we can also be humans-doing.

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STEPHEN’S HABIT 2: Begin with the end in mind.
Envision what you want in the future so you can work and plan towards it.

POPS’ HABIT 2: Begin with NOW.
Oh sure, I get what he’s saying, but do you get what I’m saying: the future is right now. “So don’t be anxious about tomorrow. God will take care of your tomorrow too. Live one day at a time.” Matthew 6:34 The Living Bible.

Or as the bumper sticker I had on my VW Bus said: “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.”

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STEPHEN’S HABIT 3: First things first.
This is where he encourages you to organize everthing into a quadrant according to urgency and importance.

POPS’ HABIT 3: Fiber, hydration and exercise then all the rest.
Don’t waste time on quadrants and anaylsis. By this time in life you know what you would like to do. Make sure you feel your best for the journey.

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STEPHEN’S HABIT 4: Think Win-Win
Value and respect people by understanding a "win" for all is ultimately a better long-term resolution.

POPS’ HABIT 4: You win some, you lose some, move on.
I don’t disagree with Stephen, but if politics, religion, masks and vaccines have taught us anything… “If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone.” Romans 12:18 NIV.

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STEPHEN’S HABIT 5: Seek first to understand, then to be understood.
This creates an atmosphere of positive problem-solving.

POPS’ HABIT 5: Seek to understand.
At this stage of life, for me, I’m going to shoot for that. I think if I can just seek to understand, I’ve done what I can do. They don’t need or want me explaining anything to them.

“You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view … until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.” —Atticus Finch to Scout. “To Kill A Mockingbird”.

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STEPHEN’S HABIT 6: Synergize.
Combine the strengths of people through positive teamwork, so as to achieve goals that no one could have done alone.

POPS’ HABIT 6: Be catalytic.
Here’s my idea of a catalyst: someone who brings others together around a common passion or pursuit, making good things happen.

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STEPHEN’S HABIT 7: Sharpen the saw.
Balance and renew your resources, energy, and health to create a sustainable, long-term, effective lifestyle.

POPS’ HABIT 7: Be a saw sharpener.
Read to your grandkids, create opportunities for seeing, learning, exploring. Give generously to open doors for others to know, see and experience more.

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Covey’s metaphor here is that a sharp saw will cut more, more efficiently and cleanly. Let me throw another tool metaphor into the box. Abraham Maslow said, “If the only tool you have is a hammer you tend to see every problem as a nail.” He’s right. For us men-of-a-certain-age, we should have several tools to offer and a bit of wisdom in how to use them.

That’s it. Hopefully I haven’t committed heresy for those who believe Covey’s words are sacrosanct. Do I believe my version of the 7 Habits are the end all, be all of life as grandfathers know it? Heck NO. Remember I’m the guy who doesn’t trust magic formulas. So, why? It’s raining outside, so I decided to write something.

WHO'S NUMBER ONE?

LET’S SAY YOU ARE ASKED TO SIT AT A TABLE. On the table are several items and you are asked to choose one. Your choice is a predictor of your future life. At least that’s the tradition in some cultures. It’s called a picking or choosing ceremony and it is usually done at a child’s first birthday party.

My cursory research on the ceremony lead me to understand that items like paper money are set out and symbolizes that the child will be wealthy if it is chosen. A toy sword represents a successful career in the military. Books, scrolls, and calligraphy brushes or pen and paper represent the child being a scholar or a starving artist.

Based on who I have become, I’m guessing that the things I chose from the items my parents set before me included a drum, a Snickers bar, a pen and notebook, and a pizza.

Who knows at one year old who they will be? It takes a few miles along the road for the journey to matter and make sense. It’s a whole lot easier at 70 to see destiny than it is at One. Abraham Maslow said, “What a man can be, he must be.” That’s true whether you’re One or 70.

For me that means being Pops! I can be that and I must be that. Once again this dang pandemic is standing in the way of my plans. For example:

TODAY. JANUARY 19, 2021 IS JEREMIAH FULLER’S FIRST BIRTHDAY!!!

First Birthdays are a key event for self-acutualized grandfathers who have embraced the high calling of spoiling the Grand-Kids.

Jeremiah is the youngest of our Grand-Kids. His mom and dad are Brooke and Kyle. Somehow they, along with Jeremiah’s siblings: Haddi, Everly, and Malachi, are going to have to provide a worthy party and celebration to make up for the fact that his Pops and Mimi are elderly and at this point have had only the first vaccination of two to try and stay alive so we can attend his second birthday party.

I’m no seer, but I know a thing or two about our Grand-Kids including the Birthday Boy. All of these kids are loved (and sometimes tough-loved), nurtured, and cared for. They are given opportunities to explore, create, discover, and grow.

If Jeremiah’s parents were to put a bunch of items on the table for him to choose from I have no idea what he would pick, but I’m pretty sure the next day he could very well choose something else. I know this: Jeremiah will be happy, he will love and serve others, he will nurture his soul and know deeply he is a child of God. He will be beautiful and handsome. On occasion, because he is an adventurer, he will try the patience of his parents but they will always know he loves them. And he will know he’s loved unconditionally.

So for this First Birthday we’ll have to make the most of things. His Mimi has sent him a party pack with goofy hats and stuff. His Pops has written this post to say, “I’m sorry we can’t be there with you little buddy. Please forgive us. Can you feel the Happy Birthday vibes we’re sending to you in Alva, Oklahoma, from our pandemic bunker here in Oklahoma City?”

You have our full-fledged, unwavering love on your birthday and every day.