MYOB?

Once again the media here in Dallas (and probably a lot of the rest of the country) has been gnashing their teeth on Michael Irvin. With breathless anticipation they skulk around waiting to pounce at the merest sight of weakness from Mr. Irvin.

The latest news is that *gasp* a crack pipe was found in his car and he has been suspended for a few days from ESPN. I feel the world tilting on its axis as I type....

Really, folks, why is this news? He doesn't even play football anymore. For that matter, why is possessing "drug paraphenalia" even a crime? Now, if they had found drugs, I'd be the first one there with a noose. Actually, no I wouldn't. I don't care. It's not news.

I hope that Mr. Irvin's explanation is the truth (it's been in all the papers so I won't waste time repeating it here). It has the ring of truth and so I am deciding to accept it as such. But, in the end, it doesn't matter what I think about him.

I will leave you with one last thought on this subject. I am currently re-reading C.S. Lewis' The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe in anticipation of the upcoming film. I read a passage a view days ago that made me think of Michael and his current situation (and, indeed, inspired this post):

"But what are we to do?" said Susan. She felt that the conversation was beginning to get off the point.

"My dear young lady," said the Professor, suddenly looking up with a very sharp expression at both of them, "there is one plan which no one has yet suggested and which is well worth trying."

"What's that?" said Susan.

"We might all try minding our own business," said he. And that was the end of that conversation.

Peace,
-S