Book 56 of 80
I did finish book 55 yesterday and start book 56 shortly thereafter…despite major concentration going toward my fantasy football draft. I will only now admit that I read three different fantasy football magazines in preparation — and honestly, they never help as much as I want them to help. You always know things aren’t going your way when you end up with Jay Cutler as your starting QB and draft someone based on a funny name when you’re running out of time (although, some post-draft research showed me that he might not be a worthless pick afterall). I did try to fix last year’s mistake (it seems to be my fantasy MO in general). You see, I — in a moment of true brilliance last year — drafted Michael Crabtree. Football fans know that he didn’t sign with the 49ers until after the season was underway and I dropped him to pick up a kicker the week mine was having a bye. Some other 49er fan snatched him up in a hurry (I did think he’d still be around. STUPID!) and he signed the very next week.
I got Crabtree this year too. Late in the draft. And I think he’s a steal for my flex position.
Did that get boring? Sorry.
I’m really excited about football season. September, October, November and December are the best months of the year. Starting with football and finishing with the New Year. No other time like it.
Anyway, we’re in Vietnam and I’m reading The Sorrow of War by Bao Ninh. This was assigned to me in college…but I’m 100% confident I didn’t read it. (Let’s be honest: I took that class over a decade ago. Even if I had started it…which I didn’t…I probably wouldn’t remember it anyway.) But I do own it. And it seems like now would be the perfect time to check it out — the reviews on the book describe it as nothing short than a masterpiece. Originally censored in Vietnam for its gritty and critical look at North Vietnamese soldiers during the war (soldiers who were portrayed as national heroes), the book is now a staple of Vietnam war literature.
I’m familiar and well-read when it comes to Vietnam war literature. I have no idea why I didn’t read this when it was assigned — maybe it was an optional read? Doesn’t matter. Here I am and I’m reading it now…and Shelbi in her thirties will probably have an entirely different perspective than Shelbi in her twenties. I’m looking froward to it.