Big Sydney: So much for cutting the middle man

I’ve often been told that if you stand still, you aren’t going anywhere.

If you are like me, you hear that and just nod like a dog staring at a yo-yo so the closet philosopher doesn’t realize his ying ran out of its yang.


But in a way, he’s right.

So, I decided to get in motion. Improve myself.

It was just hard to pick where to start. Perfection does that to a person.

My physique? I’m already somewhere between Fat Albert and the Michelin Man. Hold a finger up and yell “Hey, hey, hey.” Can’t do any better than that.

My fashion? We already talked about that. I’m like King Kong. You don’t monkey around with a classic.

So, I decided to do something that wouldn’t make me sweat.

I decided to work on my vocabulary.

So the word of the week is “mediocrity.”

I picked that one because it is being shouted all over the NFL this week with 10 teams sitting at 3-3.

First the origin.

I think it was created by Walter Cronkite or one of those early TV guys. “Medio” is short for media and “Crity” is criticism.

It is the basis of programming on ESPN because media criticism of the stupidest little instances seem to be its forte. (Forte ... see, this language stuff is already helping.)

Mediocrity is actually like being average, run-of-the-mill, middle of the road ... just nothing fantastic.

If this were show and tell, I’d just hold up Koelble’s Forecasters record for the example.

‘Nuff said.

But then I started to think about it.

So much of what we have in life is “average.”