I am not talking about the invisible line which separates folks like Mitt Romney and Donald Trump for us working guys or the traditional line which keeps Kennedys from marrying the Real Housewives of New Jersey, but that strange and powerful indefinable something which takes the ordinary and makes it fantastic.
Sure we’ve all seen the stories of sportsmanship, when an injured player is carried across the finish line by the opposing team or when a certain victory is given away because it just isn’t right to win THAT WAY.
But those are giant things which may or may not happen to real life sort of folks.
I have spent a great deal of time referring to the super striker for the US Women’s National Soccer team, Abby Wambach as Captain America. And there s no doubt that the soul of the US team is embodied in that lanky frame, as the quote goes, “Boys love Alex Morgan, women love Megan Rapinoe but everyone loves Abby Wambach.”
And they do, but to be fair Christie Rampone is now and has been the captain of the US Women’s Soccer Team for some time and deserves this and every other honor she gets. And Christie would be the first in line to enjoy the tag Captain America, cause when you have IT it doesn’t matter what they call you, you still got it.
But Cap is the heart of the team and it is good for women’s sports and soccer to have an icon like Abby to be the public face of the team.
Let Hope Solo and Alex Morgan get all the press cause they’re beautiful and they certainly are, but when the cameras are off and the whistle gets blown, it’s gonna be Abby that everyone counts on, cause she has class!
Now again to be fair to Abby, a lady known more for her prowess on the pitch than her face on the cover, take a look at the Body Issue of ESPN. Ms Wambach makes those Greek statues blush, there’s a beautiful athlete hiding in there, but then class shows.
We see it more often in public figures, the grand gesture by a big-name celebrity, donating a wad of cash to a charity, endorsing a product, helping a sick child get their dying wish and all that counts. But it’s the daily, regular, ordinary do the job kind of stuff that really brings out the class.
Linda Ellerbee was a world-class journalist, when that was a positive thing and not another name for a talking head, she anchored the CBS late night show when the inmates ran the asylum and made the news entertaining without a celebrity sex tape or some pop-tart exposing all of her Tierra del Fuego for the camera to see. She wrote books about the news that made you laugh and cry, happy, mad and sad and then at the height of her career she was stricken with breast cancer and forced to have a double mastectomy. Enough to make most people curl up in a ball and die, but not the Eller-bee, she got healthy, she got a kid’s program up and running, she got Lucky-Duck Productions off the ground and she has had if anything a more successful post cancer career than the career most would kill for before the sickness. Class shows.
J.K. Rowling created the world of Harry Potter and made us all believe in magic once again. She did it starting as a divorced, single parent living on government assistance. If you think you don’t have time to be successful try it in Scotland with a child, no income and no heat. Okay, so Rowling admits she did have heat but the rest is true and now she is the biggest author on this or any other planet, class shows.
We’re approaching another Halloween, filled no doubt with all of the dreadful, Slasher, gore-filled, undying or undead monsters and screaming teenagers in peril, if only they wouldn’t be so quick to do IT. Doing It is the fastest way to get killed in any horror movie. Those creepy blood-lusting, axe-wielding, shambling, staggering, eternal monsters have a real problem with anyone who gets IT. Probably because not once in any of the Friday the Thirteenth’s or Halloween’s did Jason or Freddy or Michael Meyers get a girlfriend. I’ll bet Elvira could hook’em up.
So on all one hundred and forty-eight channels you can watch teenagers get dismembered, (This could be good therapy for parents with teenagers of their own and the desire to maim and dismember the little sprouts but the adult knowledge that doing so instead of just fantasizing about it over a Slasher flick can get you ten to twenty-five.), buried alive, blood splashed and agonizingly tortured, or you could change the channel and watch the whole Good Witch series on Hallmark.
Now if you haven’t seen a Good Witch Cassandra Nightingale may surprise you. There are no dead bodies, no blood, dripping, curdling or spurting, no curses, enchantments of hexes. This is after all a good witch.
If you are old enough think I Dream of Jeanie with just a touch of Bewitched and you’ll be right on the money. Catherine Bell is the most devilish delight since Anne Jefferys was the Ghostess with the Mostess. These gentle but magical tales take Halloween and make it fun without the gore and a pleasure without guilt. And most of it is Catherine Bell.
Ms Bell in case you have been living under a rock for the last twenty or so years is the statuesque beauty who was Major Mac on JAG then became an Army Wife and now doe Cassandra Nightingale just help Hallmark keep the lights on. Ms Bell plays the most magical of witches with a wink and a smile and makes the simple enchantments work big magics without threats or violence and still is enough fun your teenager won’t start groaning until well after the last one is over.
There are now five of these wonderful holiday treats and Hallmark thoughtful and burning with the holiday spirit is running them back to back all day next Saturday. They are also burning with delight at all of the wonderful add revenues the Good Witch generates but don’t hold that against them.
So to have a Halloween without the yuck, try The Good Witch. Class shows and Cassie will witch your heart away.
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