Hap Sat Pops and weekenders. Well, the final game is tomorrow and I wish I could get excited but I just can't. I tried selling myself of the showdown between a high octane O and the best D but I still can't get up for the game. I do want the Niners to win because I don't like Reid and the Hill family is just trash, I will be hoping for an injury to him, I think a broken arm might give me a karma fix.
I can't even get food freaky about it and will not watch any pregame because it's pregame and it's on Fox, two bad things. This is the single most overblown event of all time and it's just a football game. And not necessarily the two best teams. BAL picked the playoffs to play their worst game of the season and squandered home field.
Every time this time of year rolls around, I think of that interview with Duane Thomas at the SB when he was asked how it felt to play in the ultimate football game. In his usual dour mood he responded "if it's the ultimate game, why are they playing it again next year"? Not used to a deep thought reply from a football player, the reporters just looked at him and each other with a "good question" look on their faces.
Bad day at black rock for poor ole CC today. Nine years ago today the light of my life went out and I've been bumping into things in the dark ever since. The worst part is the memory that I tried my hardest to bury resurfaces at this time in spite of my awareness that it's coming. However, it doesn't stay as long as it used to and I can remember her when she was her most beautiful, before the monster ravaged her, sooner each year.
I learned to deal with the memory demon but not soon enough and that is why I always recommend to others dealing with loss to seek a guide, someone that knows the journey and where not to dwell along the way. We might think we know the way and can handle it but we're too often surprised by how weak, those that thought they were strong, can be.
Have a great weekend, my friends.