ASHEVILLE SOCCER CLUB
Today, my daughter-in-law Kathy was in Boston helping Hannah, my granddaughter, to find an apartment in Boston near Northeastern where she will be a graduate student next year. So my son, Tom, and I went to a Asheville City Soccer Club game played against a team from an Atlanta suburb. This is the lowest level of professional soccer teams in the country but the players, many of whom apparently play for college teams, seemed to me highly skilled who played furiously. There was nothing low level about them.
The only low level thing that happened to me was when a lady with a security t-shirt who was waving a wand around arriving people’s bodies to keep terrorists out of the game forced me to give up my Swiss Army knife with an inch and a half blade. It seemed inconguous to me that an 88 year old man hobbling in to watch a soccer match with a tiny pocket knife would be considered a major threat. Rules are rules, Tom explained to me, and she didn’t dream the rule up, but the rule, also enforced at airports, seems wacko. In a country where anyone can own a AK 47 machine gun and kill dozens of people without being stopped an 88 year old with a tiny knife being frisked seems like misplaced hysteria.
BILLYBABA’S WANDERING 