Truth cannot be defeated.
– Edwin Louis Cole
Unlike many Falcons fans on Sunday, I did not watch the game. I couldn’t bear it.
I knew if they won, their success would be rebroadcast on a variety of channels leading up to the Super Bowl. If they lost, well .... after pulling for them since 1966, I knew how that felt and I don’t like it.
So ... while my wife watched from the den, occasionally calling out audibles from the couch, I messed around the backyard, took my dogs for a long walk, tried to read a book and even restacked boxes of Christmas ornaments in the attic.
Whenever I needed to walk near the room with the TV going, I plugged in my iPod earplugs and turned up the Greatest Hits of the 1970s. That’s how it went for almost four hours ... in which part of me thought about a small task at hand and the other part wondered if my team was winning.
I imagined what it would be like if they did, and how much I would enjoy it. I imagined a lot of things until about 6:30 when a terse text alert beeped on my smartphone with the final score. I slumped.
I noticed how close it was, and my second reaction was that at least my team had not been blown away. I went downstairs to ask the couch coach for her assessment.
“They were way ahead,” she said, “then lost it. They almost came back at the end. But couldn’t complete a couple of passes.”
At least I’m used to it ... and I got the Christmas ornaments put away.
GRATITUDE: Thanks to the YOUTH GROUP at St. Teresa’s Catholic Church for lunch Friday. I had a delightful time.
STAN THE MAN: I jumped to my feet last weekend when the TV sports show I was watching was interrupted by the news of Stan Musial’s death.
He was perhaps the National League’s best hitter in the 1940s and 1950s, a star of the St. Louis Cardinals, who have two Musial statues at their stadium. He was also a genuinely nice guy, who 50 years ago signed an autographed picture for a family member who wanted to give it to a young fan. It said, “To Billy, Best Wishes, Stan Musial.”
I still have it.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: My wife and I had words, but I didn’t get to use mine.
TODAY’S JOKE: Here’s one from Bill Wood, of Hephzibah:
The teacher asked little Johnny if he knows his numbers.
“Yes,” he said. “I do. My father taught me.”
“Good. What comes after three.”
“Four,” answers the boy.
“What comes after six?”
“Very good,” said the teacher. “Your dad did a good job. What comes after 10?”
“A jack,” says Johnny.