I have to admit something here.
Last Thursday just felt like another day to me.
It was the Fourth of July and I just wasn’t with it.
I can read a calendar, but it felt like it was Saturday, not Thursday.
My schedule didn’t convince me. I worked on Thursday … but I work a lot of Saturdays, too.
I grew up like every other kid. I studied American history. I’ve been at a barbeque or two. And I’ve seen more than a few bottle rockets in my lifetime.
The fourth day in July is significant. It was the 237th anniversary of our country’s independence, even though for many, it was the starting line for a four-day weekend away from work.
So, I do what I normally do when my compass is spinning around like Pat Sajak’s wheel. I look at things that I’m familiar with and try to find “The Big Picture.” I passed the time with the pastime and kind of fell into some soul-searching thoughts.
It was obvious I wasn’t getting something here.
I turned to baseball, hot dogs, apple pie and a dictionary I found in a Chevrolet.
First, I remembered that July 4 is considered the benchmark in Major League Baseball. About 80 percent of the time, the teams in the lead in what is considered the halfway point of the season have gone into the playoffs.
That means Boston, Detroit and Oakland, all on top in the American League’s divisions, should be getting ready for fall ball, while Baltimore and Texas will sneak in as wild cards. Atlanta, Pittsburgh and Arizona, along with St. Louis and Cincinnati, would be destined for the National League’s World Series tournament.
Still, there was something more to consider about this particular Thursday.
I turned to M-Webster — the book, not the rap artist — to find a little definition.
I found that patriotism is one word that has no real definition.
According to M-Web on the web, patriotism is to be patriotic and patriotic is to show patriotism.
But down the list it said patriotism is “devoted love, support and defense of one’s country, national loyalty.”
Aside from our soldiers who have been on the front lines to protect our freedoms and independence, that is a concept that is lost on most of us for 363 out of 365 days a year. And it’s 364 out of 366 days in leap years, too.
Usually, on Memorial Day and Fourth of July, we raise our grilled burgers in toast of these gifts … and give thanks for a federal day off.
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