This morning I thought of John Hiatt. I was trying to think about sports in Laurens County.

It’s my window on the world. Now you know how I got to Hiatt, not to mention his band, the Goners.

People are mostly playing sports as long as it’s not organized. They’re playing golf and catch. They’re walking and jogging. They’re riding bikes and skateboards. They’re generally not doing it as well as they would if they had encouragement.

“Encouragement” is a polite way of conveying that they do not have coaches, rivals, fans, bands and peers providing pressure.

Some people will proclaim they are “self-motivated.” Don’t believe ’em. This column would be better if it had deadline pressure. Most people who loathe competition have never hoisted a trophy. Those who think competition takes the fun out of sports have never experienced the fun of winning.

My worry is that people will get accustomed to staying at home because they have to stay at home now. My hope is that when this national crisis ends, they will feel like a bucking horse waiting to get out of the stall or a thoroughbred waiting to get out of the gate.

Busy work. There’s too much busy work.

My God. What have we become? Yesterday I watched the pilot of The Beverly Hillbillies. Granny tried to shoot down a helicopter because she thought it was a flying critter. This morning I watched an episode of Gomer Pyle, USMC. Aunt Bee visited the marine base. Sergeant Carter went ballistic. Somehow, hilarity ensued. I didn’t have the attention span for Citizen Kane.

I’ve got too many channels for this pandemic.

I’m humming fight songs, man. I want to hail the white and purple, hold that tiger and see if Carolina will play against type and somehow lead the way. I want to see the Raiders go across the field like Ohio State, cheer for the Red Devils like old Notre Dame and see on, on, PC, to victory.

Life has become a stock car race with restrictor plates on.

The hell of it is we can’t take those plates off. We can’t even go to the track.

Some day we’ll laugh about this and forget that right now we’re crying.