Paul Hertelendy thinks that he is, at least in part, eccentric, and he hopes that others who feel likewise will write us and tell us about it.
Perhaps you have a folder marked EEC, for “Eccentric Ectivities by Classmates.” If so, this might fit:
The most inspiring of my avocations these days is dashing around the fields as a (licensed) soccer referee for junior soccer, which I’ve done some 600 times in the Oakland-Berkeley (California) area, dating back to a 1965 start. Seeing the 12 to 14 year-old boys and girls with good skills running, passing, interacting, all with a focus on The Game (and not on ego, roughing or revenge) is a rush of adrenalin every Saturday, even though none of them were born in my millennium. Their enthusiasm and fervor are my nirvana. I get paid, technically, but never withdraw the funds—I feel I should pay for the privilege, as I get so much out of it, especially with witnessing a flood of goals ending in an invigorating 4-3 or 5-4 result. The multiple levels of interaction—-with coaches, assistant refs, players, spectators, rule book—-are a constant fascination. And ending matches with fist-bumps or hand-slaps to all involved are a joy, especially if they haven’t raised Cain about me at midfield with my knee brace, white cane, seeing-eye dog, ear trumpet, and barely enough breath by the closing moments to toot whistles or hold up yellow caution cards.
And with pro soccer on TV, I watch not the players but the referees tearing up and down the field. Just call me eccentric!
Paul Hertelendy ’53