Opinion

Jacob Brown didn’t know what he was doing in the sixth inning.

No, it’s not that he was lost or that he wasn’t in control. It’s that he was in the zone. He was, as the Red Sox always tell each other, living in the moment.

Ahead by a score of 9-0 over the league-leading Mets, Brown was in the midst of pitching a complete game no-hitter. It wasn’t until after the game, with the teams getting ready to shake hands, that Brown was informed of his accomplishment.

Law needed to replace worn, torn flags

To the editor:

My name is Nick Schrieber and I am a 12-year-old Christian Academy of Lawrenceburg student.

I think that all flags at businesses in Lawrenceburg should be checked to make sure they aren’t torn.

They show not only our pride in our country but also the pride in our veterans, living and dead.

My grandfather, Danny D. Dunn, retired 100 percent disabled and was in the Vietnam War.

Have you been following the news about the oil spill in the Gulf? It’s bad news, any way you look at it. Just because it’s not happening here in Anderson County doesn’t mean that it won’t affect you. The people in Spain didn’t think a volcano in Iceland would affect them either. This spill is an environmental disaster that will touch each and every one of us, as well as our children’s children.

It’s not what happens to you that’s important, it’s how you respond to it.

It’s a simple sentence my high school soccer coach told our team one day before practice. Standing around 5-foot-6 at the time, I wasn’t your prototypical goalkeeper. I was just a freshman and I had earned a starting spot on the varsity team at a high school with a rich soccer history.

Needless to say, I was terrified. It didn’t help my older brother was a senior, all-district captain. If there was one person who wasn’t afraid to chew into me, it was him.

Startled, I woke up in the middle of the night between Sunday and Monday. I’m not sure what I had been dreaming about, but in a sleepy haze I awoke thinking about two things: this week’s column and coping strategies.

More specifically, I was painfully aware that I still needed to write a column, and my dream must have been about dealing with something gone wrong, because the first few thoughts on my mind were how people deal with situations differently — how we all use different coping strategies.

As I sit at my computer staring at the cursor blinking endlessly before my eyes, I wonder and agonize as to what my first column for The Anderson News should be about.

I covered the UK men’s basketball team last season for the University of Kentucky student newspaper, the Kentucky Kernel, how about a piece on my opinion of whether or not head coach John Calipari will leave for the NBA?

No, I don’t want to dive in to such a sensitive subject around the Bluegrass in my first meeting with you all.

As giddy as a school girl.

That’s how I described my mood after having my picture taken with University of Kentucky men’s basketball player Ramon Harris at Friday’s DARE graduation. And I know I wasn’t the only one.

“That’s Harris! That’s him right there!” I heard one DARE graduate shout in disbelief while standing about 10 feet in front of the senior Wildcat who graduated last weekend.

“I’ll never wash my hand again,” said another after getting a high-five.

Column as I see ’em ...

Here is some unsolicited advice for the board of education, but advice I hope they’ll at least consider.

It’s a given that the school boards association is clearly the end-all, be-all when it comes to helping districts hire a new superintendent.

That being said, here’s hoping that hiring from within isn’t dismissed out of hand as a bad idea.

It was a warning I dismissed almost immediately, not because I am brave, but mostly because I hate being told I can’t do something.

“Welcome to Anderson County, but if you know what’s good for you, you’d better stay out of Tyrone,” a few folks told me when I arrived in town four years ago.

“Not even the police like to go down there,” they said.