A couple of guys on Friday made me embarrassed to be an American, but I won't delve any deeper than that.
Before I got to Brian's follow-up, I wrote to Peter off-line, thanking him for coming to my aid.
When I read Brian's follow-up, I related. I've written so posts that sounded SOOOO good in my head, but didn't read quite the same way. I'm also completely assured of his sincerity, and grateful for his (and his family's) support of education.
I'm now going to mansplain a bit about teenagers. Every single day, they say and do things that leave me gobsmacked, dumbfounded, stupefied, and atonito, as the Spanish would say. That's what they do! I teach the same kids every year. They are always 14 or 15 or 16. Their names change, as do their birth years, but they are always 14 or 15 or 16 or 17. The gap between them and me gets wider every year, so that's why I watch Good Good and other fare.
We may have been misled by prior generations, that the young will always seek out the old. That's no longer the case, with a caveat. If we seek them out, and connect with them, they will seek us out subsequently. So, that's what I do. Bewilderment and astonishment are daily servings on my plate.
Back to the Good Good squad. They have a brand, and they are not going to jeopardize it by acting the ugly American. They work in a professional, respectful way. Has youse not read about the state of golf participation in Scotland of late? It's down. The young aren't playing as much, and other than Bobby MacIntyre, there ain't much on the professional horizon. We the old are bound for the glue factory, and it's the young that shall replace us, just as we replace a generation or two.
I still have a few holes left to watch. I like the enthusiasm of their caddies, who clearly understand their role and value the ability to participate in a filming. I'll take Good Good over Pickleball as an evolution, any day of the week.