Fighting the Good Fight
Thursday, November 25, 2004
By Neil Cavuto
I remember after all the coverage of the recent basketball brawl in Detroit, a friend of mine surmised our country's going to hell.
Our basketball players think they're gods and our fans think they're entitled. Pick a sport any sport and you wonder if it is a sport. Big egos. Big money. Big attitude.
I say, big deal.
There are a lot of things wrong with sports in this country, but there's far more right with things in general in this country.
Things like being decent. I think most athletes just like most fans are. But just as cars that don't crash don't get the coverage, neither do stars who don't act like asses. And trust me, most don't.
This Thanksgiving, I'm grateful to that vast, silent majority that fights the good fight and does the good thing, while rarely getting so much as a good mention in the press.
I needn't look further than people I've encountered in my world:
The minister and his wife who give their love and hugs to foster children who come their way.
The mom and dad who lost a daughter to cancer and continue to raise money in her memory for the disease that claimed her life.
The CEO who refuses to lay off people even while his shareholders say he should.
The soldier brutalized in combat who comes back to help his fellow heroes to remind them they are fighting the good fight.
The economist who talks of the nearly 95 percent of people who are working in this country and not the five percent or so who are not.
They all see the good, when you'd think all they could fathom is the bad.
They are good people, not so much refusing to see the bad, but refusing to be held captive by the bad.
They fight what the poet John Dryden (search) called, "the good fight."
They smile when others frown, stay silent when others gossip and stay focused when others wander.
They are most of us.
This Thanksgiving, I am grateful that we are a country where they quietly rule the roost. Where they where we see past the sum of our fears and to something greater: the majesty of our potential.
We've still got it and this Thanksgiving, very grateful to our troops doing all to protect it.
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The saddest part is that the rest of the world gathers an image of Americans through the "professionals" we entrust with these jobs. Many of our children visualize these players as heroes and that is why the recent outbreaks in sports are INTOLLERABLE. I hope they throw the book at em and HARD! I grew up in Detroit when the Tigers actually played ball, Mark Fidrich(the bird),"Sweet" Lou Whittaker, and Kirk Gibson. Those were the days. Hot Dogs and COOOOOOOOL baseball! It was a time a young man embraces in the archives of his soul forever. I certainly hope that some other younsters will not have their memories tarnished by the immature egos of a few losers. Of course, we proudly said the Pledge of Allegiance IN school with pride but I won't get into that one. Hopefully those in charge of these athletes will fight the good fight and kick some egocentristic arrogant butt! God Bless America. Peace- Jeff F.