Grown-Ass Man

Sometimes I hear things and they stick with me. Other times I hear things I've read or read things I heard.

Anyway, today I was in the dermatolagist's office for my next round of hell (cauterizing small white cysts off my eyelids) and I read, because there was ABSOLUTELY nothing else to read in the office that did not have to do with gardening or hemerhoids--the Sport Illustrated cover story/interview with Jerry Porter (who, to Seahawks fans like me, might as well be the devil incarnate). In closing the article he says, "People try to make it like, If you speak your mind, you're a bad guy," his eyes gleaming. "But hell, I'm 29 years old. I'm a grown-ass man. No more lying."
And right then it hits me--that's the second time I've heard that term, "grown-ass man". Brian Cox (er, excuse me B.Cox), former NFL linebacker with possibly the only mouth on record to rival Porter's, used to use the term in his (thank goodness) short-lived stint as a sports talk host.

But then it occurs to me--I'm a foul mouth, former linebacker. If all it takes then is a big ass, then count me in. Forget about the self questioning and life challenges I'm currently wading through, I've arrived. I'm a grown-ass man.