by William Sullivan
American Thinker
On the Saturday before Labor Day weekend, my son’s football team played its first game in almost two years. An omnipresent feeling of gratitude could be felt in the air of my little adopted Northern California burg. The sun was shining, Old Glory was flying, fans were laughing and cheering, and our boys were playing football. Save the occasional mask, you wouldn’t know there was anything different about this year than any other.
Then, at the end of the game, something silly happened that dragged us all back into COVID Wonderland. Rather than having the boys line up and shake hands at the end of the game, as usual, both teams lined up on their respective hash marks facing the other and waved from a distance.
I couldn’t believe it, and as I gathered from the loud chuckles among spectators, neither could they. I looked at a fellow coach, whom I suspect is far to my left politically, and whispered, “Can you believe this?” He just smiled, shook his head, and said, “Nope.”