Maybe it’s just me, but I enjoy the day after just as much as the party itself. Memory and appreciation can get me through the pain of another early alarm, almost every time. We had amazing fun last night. It did nothing to sway my view… Halloween is still the best day of the year. We wore our costumes to the game, although they were toned down a lot this year for comfort purposes. (Last year we went as cheese and crackers, and things got messy by the end of the night.) Nina was Mother Earth this time, and I was an air-head Sky God. Our costumes were winners, and we got seats at center ice on the glass as a prize, so we got to see the scary rink demons up close and personal. Our Panthers cut loose with four goals in the third period for the big comeback victory, like a pregnant pinata gone pop. At the end of the game I got the best treat I could imagine, but you have to scroll back up to the Question of the Day for that.
After the game we did some even more serious partying, but some things are just too good to talk about. Happy Day After!
Filed under Rambles, Sports
(The greatest triumph of my artistic life, winning the Draw Your Own Card contest for the 1999/2000 Upper Deck MVP hockey set.)
I am in bunches this morning. It’s one of those rare days when the world seems brand new and full of unlimited possibility. Well, I guess those days happen to me at least three times a week, but today is different.
The hockey season starts tonight. So do the MLB playoffs. I am a huge sports fan, and it doesn’t get any better than that. Unless it includes rubber rats.
Why do I hook my passionate heart onto the activities of a set of grown men in other cities that I will never meet? It’s the legends, the myths, the poetry in motion, and the final score. I think we follow sports as a vestigial function carried over from the hunter gatherer days. I’m sure the stories used to go “Big Forehead jumped from the rock, flat onto the deer’s back, and dropped it with a single blow to the ear. It was his twelfth consecutive kill, making him the best hunter in the league this season.”
Now we tell tales of batting average and shoot-out goals.
Sports also has the incredible appeal of finality. Too many things in life are forever grey. At the end of the game, the score is black and white.
Did I say poetry in motion? That’s my favorite part. It is pure, since it is spontaneous. While competing at the highest level, the athelete doesn’t get to edit the moves. Humans putting their entire being into action trying to win a sporting event is really fun to watch.
Especially on the first day of a new season.