I freely acknowledge that much of today’s world is one I do not understand–or relate to.
Alexia does not sit on my coffee table waiting for me to issue a command. My GPS is this big piece of paper that is sometimes hard to refold and has lots of lines on it and looks strangely like what we used to call a map. My phone does not take pictures.
Consequently, I often refer to myself as a dirt road in a four-lane world.
And this was never more evident than when I read this article on AL.com.
It is the recap of a reality TV show called “The Bachelor.” The only reason I read it is because I had heard that one of the female contestants was from Auburn. She is Madison Prewett, whose father coaches Auburn basketball with Bruce Pearl. Of course, I am interested in almost anything relating to Auburn.
The bachelor involved in this gruesome plot was Peter Weber. Since I never saw an episode, my judgement of him is totally second-hand. But I got the impression he was not a choir boy and even former basketball great Charles Barkley called him a “loser.”
Apparently the final episode of this show was two hours long. It seemed to have more twists and turns than a back road going to Mt. Cheaha. A contestant name of Hannah Ann played a significant role, as did Peter’s mother.
Ben Flanagan, a reporter for AL.com was tasked with writing up the narrative for what took place. As best I can tell he did a fine job. And certainly should be given a bonus for enduring all of this.
I have friends who profess to watching this show religiously. Lord have mercy on their souls.
For me, I’ll stick to the Gunsmoke reruns on the ISPN channel.