In re Stowe Highlands
Merger/Subdivision Application,
2013 VT
4.
Isn’t it a shame?
Here we are in the 21st century with the whole of history at our
fingertips. A few key strokes on You
Tube and we can watch the I Have a Dream Speech
while over on some blog we can read an in-depth discussion of each episode of
the Jerry Van Dyke series, My Mother, the
Car. Yet, none of this absolute
stream of information can take the place of the thrill that once came from a
mixture of anticipation, rumor, and not knowing whether the good guy or the stooge
would win in the end.
I am talking of course about watching the Harlem Globetrotters
trounce the Washington Generals. For a
kid who was lucky enough to get seats at the
Richfield Coliseum
to watch Meadowlark Lemmon and his crew clown around and over the Hapless Washington
Generals, what could ever compare with sitting in the stands, thinking . . .
Is this the night? Will the Globetrotters pull it out?
Could
the Generals win? Tonight?
The thrill was in the what
if. Sure the Globetrotters won every
time, but there was always that chance that
you could be watching history, watching the patsy win. Well, that was enough to knock you out of
your seat even if you wanted the Globetrotters to win more than anything
else.
Fortunately for Vermont legal observers, we have our own
Generals to watch and for the past twenty years they have provided us with same
type of hapless hijinks that mark their basketball cousins.