SoCS- 1/28/23- Just For Sport

Your prompt for #JusJoJan the 28th and Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “throw in the towel.” Use the phrase “throw in the towel” somewhere in your post. Enjoy!

The phrase we’re asked to use came from the sport of boxing. Well, it used to be a ‘sport’.

Yep, it’s a bit barbaric but compared to ancient Rome and gladiators, not so much. And those boxers are willing participants.

I used to watch Friday Night Boxing with my grandfather when I was about 6 or 7. (It was usually sponsored by Piels beer. I’ve posted one below. Notice there’s no disclaimer to not ‘drink and drive’. People, back then, knew better on their own, I guess. LOL)

Wait… let’s back up a bit. So, the phrase “throw in the towel” was synonymous with “crying Uncle” or for you younger folks, “giving up”. The manager would throw the towel he carried on his shoulder, for wiping his boxer’s face between rounds, into the ring if he realized that his guy was taking too much of a beating. Then the fight was over.

Back in the 60s, boxing was a popular sport. Was it dangerous? Yes. But it was no more potentially dangerous to one’s health than felling trees, or playing football, or building ‘towering skyscrapers’ and it was one way, inner-city, working-class men could make a living. Not the glamorous millionaire kind of today but a bare living.

But as all ‘sports’ have gone, so has boxing and it’s all about the ‘money’ now. There used to be technique and lots of training. Now it’s hype and showmanship.

I learned that there were two kinds of combatants…sluggers and boxers. The sluggers were just looking for a “knock out” and had powerful punches. The boxers were quick and skilled at endurance. They trained to deflect and ‘dance’ while wearing out their bulkier rivals by going the 10 rounds. The rings also varied. Some were larger than others. The smaller ones advantaged the sluggers because their rival had less area to avoid them optimizing the chances of a lucky blow. The large rings did the opposite. A skilled boxer could avoid exchanging blows as often and could tire out his rival (taking his arm strength away from fatigue) by making him the pursuer.

Which brings me to those Rocky movies. What the heck? That’s not ‘boxing’! Once I watched the first one and saw the back-and-forth carnage allowed, I “threw in the towel” on ever watching another one. If money doesn’t ruin something, Hollywood surely will!


https://lindaghill.com/2023/01/27/the-friday-reminder-for-socs-jusjojan-2023-daily-prompt-jan-28th/

Reena’s Xploration Challenge #265- Just a Gob without God

It is a line prompt this week. Let’s see where it takes you.

You live in a world where no Gods exist.



The king needs your money and fear,
Thus, no Gods are permitted for you.
His demands are supreme and quite clear.
The king needs your money and fear.

Your life is not worthy, nor dear,
Just a replaceable gob in his crew.
The king needs your money and fear,
Thus, no Gods are permitted for you.





https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2023/01/26/reenas-xploration-challenge-265/

Unanswered Question: Might our temperaments cause misunderstanding?


Yesterday, I brought up a video during a conversation that had impacted my understanding of people many years ago. I was talking with my mother and sister. I’ve always had the feeling that we each found the other’s temperament a little ‘off putting’.

If you have 20 minutes to give the video below, it may help you to understand others better. That odd, ‘off balance’, feeling we can have even with people we love (and/or like) might have an explanation. [The video is quite entertaining too!]

People are FAR more than their temperaments, but our temperaments are quite a baseline measure of how we approach life.
The varying approaches of individuals are fascinating, often maddening, to us. It’s nice to consider that we aren’t just ‘doing it wrong’. We may be approaching everything with different expectations.

I think this guy (Mark Gungor) pretty much nails down the ways we vary by temperament.
I was a person from “Fun Country” sitting in the same room with my sister, from “Peace Country” and my mother, from “Perfect Country”. [BTW… I married a man from “Control Country”.]

If asked, I believe we would all admit that we’ve had moments when our understanding of each other was strained. Recognizing our differences at the elemental temperamental level gives me a better plan for making myself understood to them… and behaving more patiently while trying to understand them.

So, I ask, “Might our temperaments cause misunderstanding?”

I think so. Enjoy!

Crimson Creative Challenge #220- It’s Crispy Time

Here’s how it works:

Every Wednesday I post a photo (this week it’s that one below.)
You respond with something CREATIVE.

Winter is the crispy time of year
When everything looks blue
A frozen pause with brittle air
Winter is the crispy time of year

Venture out and bundles wear
You’ll find this all is true
Winter is the crispy time of year
When everything looks blue

https://crispinakemp.com/2023/01/25/crimsons-creative-challenge-220/

Simply Six Minutes- 1/24/23 Maximus RIP

The challenge is to write a story in 6 minutes using the photo below as the prompt.

My people called me “Fluffy”. But you can call me “Maximus”.

That’s what my homies called me.

Yep, I was all THAT after dark with the ‘ladies’ too.

I lapped saucers of milk (that gave me gas), squeezed into tissue boxes, sprawled on keyboards, but mostly lazed on windowsills during the day… every day, until last Spring.

It was then my people decided to renovate the cellar, but they conveniently forgot to barricade the crawlspace under the front porch, so it was then I found my avenue to FREEDOM.

Tipping garbage cans and yowling at the moon made me feel alive!

Then I saw her. The prettiest little calico on Earth!

Matty was her name and lovin’ was her game. M-E-O-W!

Now it’s over. My 9th life left me after an ill-timed leap showing off for my Matty at the dump.

My only regret is all these darn steps on this stairway to heaven!

I wonder if they’ll have windowsills up there. I could use a rest.

https://christinebialczak.com/2023/01/24/simply-6-minutes-welcome-to-the-challenge-01-24-2023/



d’Verse Quadrille #168- Dark Ice

That brings me to our quadrille word. Ice, ice, baby!
Remember your quadrille must be exactly 44 words, not counting the title and must include ice or a form of the word.




DARK ICE

Most treacherous slopes brandish dark ice
When naivete opens a door
There’s peril in just being nice
Most treacherous slopes brandish dark ice
Heed this scarred warrior’s advice
Learn from my tragic ‘before’
Most treacherous slopes brandish dark ice
When naivete opens a door



44-words
Form of a Triolet


https://dversepoets.com/2023/01/23/quadrille-168/