It's that special time of the calendar year when it's OK to let you mind settle into a pro-longed off-season horse-head-ish-ness. Yes, dear readers, I'm currently horse-headed. This is a phrase my Cousin Walter uses a-plenty. Does this mean I have grown a mane and only eat carrots and sugar cubes? Does this mean I have taken a liking to feats of mammal-racing?
No, dear readers. The Off-season Horse-head is simply a derivative of general horse-headed-ness. Lackadaisical-ness, if you will. You see, during the regular season I get so wound up about the Packers than I cannot relax, even when doing non-Packers things, like canning pears or chopping wood. The mind is ... a thrashing sea-squall.
But you've seen horses, controlled by their horse-brains. The horses, for the most part, are a calm creature, nibbling and grazing and whinnying about. So in this respect, the label of Horse-head is some-what a compliment. The kids may have their yoga and their scented candles, but when I need to relax, I try to think like a horse. I put my-self out to pasture on a sunny day, even in the middle of a god-awful gray February.
Horse-headed-ness can also signify a general foolish-ness, and I believe this is what Walter mostly is talking about when he utters those words. And maybe I've been being a bit stir-crazy the last few weeks, too.
I suppose I should say something about the Packers, now that the scouting combine has begun: Draft a beast of a tackle! Draft one as big as a horse!
Until next time, then,
FG
