Memory Lane
I got invited to watch the Super Bowl at Billy’s apartment. It happened to be in my old neighborhood, Astoria. Sandy and I only lived there for a year but as soon as I got off the train I felt awkward. These feelings of sadness, failure and loneliness washed over me. Like a storm they snuck up on me sending wave upon wave of emotion crashing down on me. My head and heart began to spin out of control and in the blink of an eye I regained my senses.
It always makes me think about the electric impulses that run through our brain triggering feelings and unlocking memories. One part of the brain fires causing another then another till you have this massive chain reaction that overloads the system causing use to cry or in my case, reboot.
How many times have I cried due to emotion?
- While watching Ghost (Yes, the Patrick Swayze, Whoopi Goldberg and Demi Moore movie).
- When my younger brother died.
- When I left my first love, Anna.
- When I couldn’t find a full time job for over a year during the Dot Com bubble burst.
- When I realized my marriage was over
Looking at that list I really am disappointed in myself. Ghost, really?
The Super Bowl
I always root for the underdog and this instance was no different. I know many people wanted to see the patriots make history. The way I see it, they still did. It just wasn’t the version they wanted. But isn’t that the case with all history? It never really turns out the way you planned.
Watching the game made me think of Miracle with Kurt Douglass. A movie about the head coach of the 1980 American hockey team that won gold at the winter Olympics. I kept visualizing the scene in the locker room before the big game
Great moments are born from great opportunity. And that’s what you have here tonight, boys. That’s what you’ve earned here tonight. One game.
If we played them ten times, they might win nine. But not this game. Not tonight.
Congrats, Giants!