Apparently, the expression ‘Winner, winner, chicken dinner’ originated a hundred years ago in the United States… back-alley gamblers or Las Vegas casinos? No one’s sure… The phrase remains, to celebrate a victory or success.
On Saturday Peter Swift was crowned the world sausage throwing champion in Harwich, Essex. After ‘Sausage Marshals’ carefully measured and recorded each throw and the winner was declared, the action moved to local pubs where anonymous sausages were tasted and voted on by willing members of the public – and a favourite sausage was declared… Winner, winner sausage dinner?
Whilst that was happening, the lunch-time football on TV showed Norwich beat Bristol City 5-0. I ate my lunch whilst watching it – toast and marmalade, lemon drizzle cake that Rachel had baked, and an orange… Winner, winner fruity dinner? However… In football, with every winner there must be a loser. For Bristol City players and fans there was no celebratory dinner.
Yesterday I listened to the ‘Lifein3D’ cover of ABBA’s ‘The Winner Takes It All’: ‘I’ve played all my cards… No more ace to play…The gods may throw a dice…’ It’s gambling again. Loves a game of chance that she’s lost. In a failed relationship and divorce she’s a defeated loser. ‘The winner takes it all’; she takes nothing. I’m not convinced that in such heartbreak there is a winner…
Yesterday evening’s news headlined Russell Brand. Described as a sexual predator with no remorse, his victims spoke of their anxiety, insomnia, humiliation, guilt, trauma… Perhaps the judge and justice is the winner? For all the people – Brand, his victims, those directly affected… There are no winners…
This morning I was reading about St Paul’s trial in Acts. Paul’s death would make his opponents winners… Paul continued to promote love, joy, peace, patience… whatever’s noble, right, pure, lovely… as the marks of a winner. Saying, ‘For me to live is Christ to die is gain suggests he’ll always see himself as a winner… taking it all… with or without his chicken dinner.
Loser, lower,
Fistacuffs bruiser!
Just thought I’d try a little jingle for the underdogs.
‘Well there’s winners 🏆 👏
And there’s losers!
But that ain’t no big deal.
Cuz it’s the simple man,baby,
They pays the bills,
The bills that kill.
Ah, but ain’t that America?
Something to see!
Ain’t that America?
For you and me!
Ain’t that America?
…
Little Pink House’s,
For you and me.’
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I don’t know if being a Brit makes me different, Lance, but it seems to me that life isn’t always as straightforward as there being winners and losers – especially when the winners are the bad guys and the losers are the good guys.
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Here! Here!
Well said.
Winners get to make the rules that the rest of us have to live by.
In other words,
They rigged the game to their advantage.
Find your happy place, my friend.
‘You can’t always get what you want
But, if you try sometimes
You just might find
…you get what you need!’
😉
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