Life right now is unprecedented.

I know there have been serious major medical outbreaks in the past, but if you have to go all the way back to 1918, then this, in our lifetime, is unprecedented.

Since I am a sports dude, I will talk about this from the sports angle.

Under no circumstances am I downplaying what’s happening around the world with the amount of deaths, quarantines, finger-pointing, moron spring-breakers and everything else that is going on with COVID-19.

I will tell you this, if you have not considered it, imagine the amount of people who are not able to be at the bedside of the ones they love because the hospitals are shut down to visitors.

Can you imagine the thought of not being able to say goodbye one last time?

I was able to say goodbye to my mother almost 35 years ago and I cannot imagine not being able to do that.

OK, sports.

I am cheered by the fact the KHSAA and Gov. Andy Beshear haven’t put the kibosh on spring academia and athletics yet.

I am hopeful students may attend school again and sports may resume.

I also know there is a huge possibility this does not happen.

That means millions of high school seniors will meet the fate of millions of college seniors:

v No spring sports

v No heartache

v No upsets

v No triumphs

v No failures

v No daily interaction

v No road trips

v No missing signs

v No personal bests

v No surprises

v No bus rides

v No state championships

v No grand slams

v No Senior Night

v No false starts

v No last at-bat, race or match

v No tears of happiness, joy or sadness

v No graduation

Is that unfair?

Yes it is.

Yet, life moves on.

These high school seniors will be college freshmen sometime soon, making new friends, new memories, getting another at-bat, another match or another race.

Meanwhile, high school freshmen, sophomores and juniors and some middle schoolers will be there next year to take their place.

I hope the “sports are stupid” people now will realize just how important sports are.

I also hope the “teachers are just teachers” people will now realize what special people teachers are.

On a side note: Dear parents, if you have had a hard time with the attitude of your child, please do not ever utter “not my child” when a teacher or a coach or an administrator calls you about your child.

We are learning how special those people behind the counter are who ring up our purchases.

We are learning how important people are in the medical profession, as if we didn’t know already. And, yet, we didn’t.

We are learning all sorts of things about ourselves and our neighbors we never would have known.

Could we have done it without a worldwide pandemic — we all certainly hoped we would.

Yet ...

Here we are with a new perspective on pretty much everything.

We all are worried about our elderly loved ones and still wonder in amazement about all those spring-breakers who just seemed not to give a damn about anything. I also firmly believe they do not represent the vast majority of young adults that age.

At some point in time, the world — including the sports world — will continue under a new normal.

We just do not know what or when that will be.

Games will begin.

While we sincerely hope springs sports have a chance — along with the Sweet 16 — we all have secretly wondered what’s going to happen to the start of the fall sports world.

We wonder if this dead period will extend through the actual dead period in July and what the heck are we going to do in the meantime.

Parents all over the world are trying to figure out how the heck other parents home school, while others realize it may not be that bad in their situation and now strongly are considering to make this their new normal.

Can any teenager even wonder what this would be like back in our day without all these forms of social media?

Believe it or not, we played outside all the time.

There was always a pick-up basketball game going on. We decided teams by making free throws and sometimes played on the eight-foot rims at the local elementary school where goal-tending was not a thing.

We used the manhole cover in the middle of the cul-de-sac as home plate and played baseball. We played football and when we fell on the newly-graveled street, it really hurt.

No band-aids, though.

Let’s play.

When there weren’t enough kids around for whatever reason, we would take the handles off the croquet mallets, use them as a bat and played whiffle ball. We drew a rectangle on the garage door for a strike zone and if you hit it into the front yard of the lady who had a bajillion rose bushes, it was a home run.

At night we played hide-and-seek under the street light after we all had dinner because we had to be home when the street light came on.

We drank water out of the garden hose (shhhhhhh!!!!) when we were really thirsty and, yes, rode bikes all around the neighborhoods.

It sucks the Kentucky Sweet 16 was postponed and may not be played.

It’s terrible that millions of high school seniors may never play a spring sport.

But, believe it or not, we’ll all survive.

Remember, just like Troy Bolton and the cast of High School Musical sang — we’re all in this together.

Just a completely different version.

Mike Mathison can be reached at 270-505-1758 or

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