I recently came across an interesting situation at the Bank of America ATM the other day. I had already requested the amount of money for withdrawal, and my hand was at the ready, right under the cash dispensing slot, awaiting the friendly and welcoming feel of Mr. Andrew Jackson and his quintuplets. After receiving said bills and sighing in relief, I also noticed something else in my hand…My brows furred as my eyes fell upon a foreign object that should NOT have come out of the cash dispensing slot…a Chevy Chase ATM/checkcard, in the name of one Ernesto WhoseLastNameIHaveForgotten. I looked over my shoulder, around me, up and down…half expecting Ashton to jump out and say Spend, Spend, Spend (rather than Punk’d!)

It boiled down to this: What do I do with Ernesto’s checkcard? Read on.

The timeless question is often posited…what came first, the chicken or the egg? While the answer may invoke an age-old battle between Darwinism and Creationism, it has an indirect link to another question that has been debated since Aristotlean times (or further back): What is the essence of our actions, its driving force, and what are the implications of their repercussions? Does an infinitesimal amount of rights justify the action of a single, solitary…wrong?

It’s never been more evident than these current times in where rights and wrongs are portrayed within our media…perhaps more so on the latter, for that stirs up drama, debauchery, or the simple pleasure of saying: “AHA! GOTCHA! YOU’RE NO BETTER!” and glorifying in the toppling of a seemingly ne’er-do-wrong icon.

Case in point: Sports, and Bill Belichick, the coach of the New England Patriots. This season for the Patriots (pun intended) has begun flirting with history. No NFL team, since the ’70s has gotten through a season undefeated, and the Pats are making headway since their biggest challenger (the Indianapolis Colts and one P. Manning) fell at their feet. The Pats stand tall at 9-0, seven games away from matching the Dolphins’ 16-0…with the odds in their favor in the remaining weeks.

In the face of historic sports moments, another one is constantly surrounded by shadows: One Mr. Barry Bonds. This man has shattered a baseball milestone–the home run record held by Hank Aaron (755 career homers), hitting the 756th and continuing to extend the record until the Giants went home in September…questions loom about whether or not 755, or perhaps 762 (Mr. Bond’s grand total) of those baseballs were belted out of ballparks behind juiced up arms, begging for the insert of a monolithic *.

It seems that we are running out of professional sports in which our supposed role models are depending on the “X Factor” to either help them perform better or deal with the pressures of stardom. Bicycling’s Floyd Landis, tennis’ Martina Hingis, basketball’s The NBA Referee Scandal of 2006, the list goes on…

All of these incidents involve a deeper sense of right vs. wrong. Belichick’s moment when his hand was caught in the cookie jar as investigations unveiled stolen signs off “illegal” tapes probably was the crowning moment for this writer. How pervasive is the need to perform at your best? How far does one need to go to attain that sense of satisfaction, knowing that one has reached the apex of success and left their mark? Where is the challenge of it all if success is attained through illicit means? We all have our answers–this writer questions the motive behind those decisions of our media-plucked role models. Do they not realize that their actions reflect on their organization, families, and more importantly–themselves?

Perhaps they do, and they don’t care. Perhaps they feel safe in the confines of fame-as-buffer. Untouchable. Laws, rules, constraints, boundaries do not apply to them because they.are.f-a-m-o-u-s and self-proven.

Or, they feel they cannot perform without the aid of something. Take your pick.

Life sure looks good when you have an edge, doesn’t it?

After all, despite the brouhaha, Belichick is 9-0.

Think about it.

And, I passed the checkcard on to my wife for her happy use. No, really. Yes.

Ok, she’s a Chevy Chase bank member too and has returned the card to a Chevy Chase bank. So, Ernesto WhoseLastNameIHaveForgotten, if you’re reading this, I SWEAR that I have nothing to do with all those Las Vegas charges. Really.


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