A couple of weekends ago saw quite the spectator sports extravaganza in our household. Between the Waste Management golf tournament, the Scotties curling playoffs, and the NFL Super Bowl, it was a sports lover’s dream Sunday. My husband Ken and me at the Seniors' Games as competitors. But one question lingered in my mind as I watched these elite athletes give it their all – why were so many folks openly hoping for the defeat of the repeat winners? According to the all-knowing

Swearing as a linguistic choice is not my cup of tea. I have never been one to just drop the F bomb without any provocation to do so or to use such expressions such as “God d***” (see, I can’t even print it). Actually, I feel very uncomfortable even trying to use profanity. Maybe it’s because my mother would have been aghast at my using such language and would have quickly put me in my place. And her father, my Gedo, would have given me a stern lecture about using the Lord’s