The column headline this week is a reference to the movie “300.” My son saw the flick at the show a couple of years ago and gave it two, great big thumbs up. From Ricky’s enthusiasm, I suspected he’d have easily given it three … if only he had that many thumbs.   It musta been last summer when Ricky came home with a “300” rental under one arm. The boys at the Frantz abode love to crank up the volume on a good action flick just enough to make the windows rattle and all the pictures fall off the walls. Now the movie is rated “R,” which stands for “lots of fighting, and other stuff you don’t want your little and middle-sized kids to see,” so don’t say I didn’t warn ya.   Basically, the storyline is about the Battle of Thermopylae. In a historical peanut shell, it was in 480 B.C., when King Leonidas and 300 of his elite Spartans fought valiantly to the death invading Persian King Xerxes and his army of over 100,000. The infamous battle is said to have inspired all of Greece to band together against the Persians helping to usher in the world’s first democracy. So all you need to remember is, next to the Alamo, the battle is one of the most famous last stands of history.  After watching the totally “guy flick” with my boys, I decided what I really liked, more than the movie, was the actual number 300. Yeah, the movie was pretty good, at least the part I saw between peeking out occasionally from behind the knitted throw on the couch.   Actually, I’m really more of a “Mamma Mia” kinda girl, which, by the way, I finally saw last weekend. Went to the movies with my girls and we all gave it 10 fingers and toes up. And while it is certainly true that singing isn’t one of Pierce Brosnan’s greatest talents, that Meryl Streep is a different story. That girl can sure belt out a tune. Yep, and the way I see it, any movie that gives a gal my age permission to jump up and down on the bed is number uno in my book.   “Speaking of 300 … you know, next year I’ll have written my 300th column,” I told the boys while the “300” movie credits were still rolling across the television screen.  “Geez mom, that is pretty cool. How are you going to celebrate?” said Ricky.  Well, I hadn’t thought about that … only that 300 … seemed like a pretty significant number. Say, isn’t 300 the score of a perfect game in bowling? Not that I’d ever in my lifetime achieve such a feat. Even with lane bumpers, I’ve never come close to a perfect bowling score. Heck, my special needs daughter, Mimi, has beaten me in bowling from her wheelchair more times than I care to count.  Speaking of counting, did I tell you that my very first column was about Ricky when he was in the third grade? The lad wanted to bring his Game Boy to school and expended lots of precious energy trying to convince his mom that ALL the kids were doing it. It didn’t happen.  Reminds me of a recent conversation we had about his heading back to college this semester. This year, it seems, Ricky wanted to bring golf clubs with him to college. One of his roommates, Ryan, is on the golf team. And oh yeah, Ryan is takin’ 12 measly credit hours. The dude desperately wants to drag Ricky around the golf course with him several days a week his senior year. I could feel Ryan’s magnetic pull on Ricky and it wasn’t pretty. I wouldn’t say Ryan gets everything he wants, but while he was studying abroad in Denmark last year, Ryan convinced his aunt and uncle to ship him a couple of cases of Mountain Dew.   A lot like 12 years ago, there was Ricky trying to convince his parents that he’d have plenty of time to play golf while taking 20 college credit hours to complete his one major and two minors. Only difference between 12 years ago and now is Ricky’s parents have passed the Olympic torch in the decision-making realm to their son. It was a week before our son headed back to college that Ricky leaned over and whispered from the church pew before Mass.   “I was thinkin’ it over and decided that there is no way I’m going to have time to play golf,” said Ricky.   My only reaction … two thumbs up! Dixie Frantz is a Kingwood resident and newspaper columnist for the past 12 years. E-mail Dixie with your comments at This email address is being protected from spambots. You need JavaScript enabled to view it.