This column is about a flag. No, not that one.

It is my week to spin you a yarn about life and how it applies to us. But this week, I’m going to give you something different.

Want a quick, good laugh?

If you shook your head no, then continue being grumpy.

I stood under a tent with about 100 other sweaty, flag-waving Americans on Memorial Day. 

Just two weeks ago I stood on the precipice of everything that is good with America….and some of the things that are bad.

That my friends is the beautiful, fresh smell of the glorious South. You can’t get that smell north of the Mason-Dixon because industrial buildings far outnumber hay fields up there.

Kevin Costner once built a ballpark in a cornfield. Enterprise youngsters want to build a skate park in a grass field.

I will never forget the trip to my first, and thus far only, Opening Day.

It was a beautiful spring day in early April and I watched my beloved Atlanta Braves defeat the Colorado Rockies 2-0 at Turner Field.

By now most of you have filled out your NCAA hoops bracket for your office pool or online billion-dollar competition. Mine was done minutes after the field was announced, because I can’t have anyone get a jump on me when it comes to which employee gets a free lunch.