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We’re going to try something different at SBS this week. Rather than waxing poetic about Brett Favre or analyzing to death the nuances of the latest Packer loss, I feel like writing something happy.
So without further adieu, here are some observations about one of my favorite subjects, life.
From time to time life gives us a little inspiration. Watching Teddy Bruschi playing football on Sunday, seven months removed from a mild stroke was one of those times. And although the Patriots did not blow out Buffalo, they clearly picked it up a notch for their emotional leader and won a tremendous ball game.
Life can be a teacher. Watching the shot of Brett Favre collapsed at the end of Sunday’s game, exhausted and spent, taught me that there’s one guy on the Packers with absolutely no quit, five interceptions and all… but I couldn’t help but think of a well known photograph of Y.A. Tittle kneeling at Yankee Stadium, tired and spent, and at the end of his career.
Life can remind us “be careful what you wish for”. Early in my marriage I wished that Mrs. Samichlaus would really get into football and readers of SBS know she has. I’ve written joyfully about it on this site. But Sunday, watching her heart broken and angry at the end of the Packers game, damn nearly made me cry.
Life sometimes makes me take pleasure in other people’s pain. Yankee fans come to mind. So do L.A. Lakers fans. And while we’re at it, Cubs fans, Eagles fans and Cowboys fans are on that list. Raiders fans used to be on that list, but gained respect in my eyes when they gave Brett Favre a standing O that fateful Monday night. Now, when is Duke going to start losing basketball games?
Life shows that from tragedy comes inspiration. As I watched the score of the Giants game Sunday, I smacked my forehead several times. I had predicted a Redskins win and felt I’d made a good argument. I never considered that the death of 89 year old owner Wellington Mara would inspire that team to beat the high holy shit out of Washington. I guess I never realized how beloved Well Mara was. Stupid me.
Life throws a happy curve sometimes. As I got on the train, I noticed that the coach car had been replaced by a business class car. Amtrak evidently had simply ran out of coach cars. So I write tonight from an extra large seat with more leg room and a curtain to make it cozy, no extra charge.
Life is a good. I’ve been working my buns off lately. My days are long and my weekends are short. I’m tired when I go to bed and I’m tired when I wake up. But every day I get to have an adventure. I meet new people, solve new problems, and get to tell my best friend about it every night. So on Sunday, you can rest assured that my best friend and I will be watching the Steelers and the Packers play, no matter how many interceptions Brett throws. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll catch a little bit of the Giants game during the commercials….