A rough heart-wrenching few days on the gridiron for this old Norsky.
At least my misery wasn’t prolonged.
It became crystal clear within a matter of minutes that the Minnesota Vikings, (I can’t believe I’m saying this) WITHOUT Christian Ponder, had a prayer of advancing in the NFL playoffs against the Packers. I didn’t get mad, throw my nerf brick at the TV or curse even once; just schlumped down on the chair in profound disappointment, changed the channel and watched British comedy re-re-re-re-runs on PBS..quietly resolved that my team will never ever be in the Super Bowl in my lifetime.
I was still looking forward to Monday night, though; hoping the ghost of Knute Rockne had shown up before the Notre Dame Football team to deliver his famous pep talk which would then propel the Irish to victory over favored Alabama for the National Championship.
I stuck with this game a bit longer; knowing that they’re not called the “Fighting Irish” for nothing and, based on past come-from-behind victories, could turn the game around. Instead, it just got worse.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to change channels before seeing and hearing 73 year old veteran announcer, Brent Musburger, manage to creep out the television audience with his dirty old man routine in comments he made about the Alabama quarterback’s girlfriend sitting in the stands…eeew.
So, what am I to do until Nascar revs-up again late next month? ( I’m fully aware of the auto racing haters out there and all the unfair stereotypical comments they love to spew about rednecks driving fast and turning left but I like Nascar.) It’s the only professional sport I think I might have been good at before I got too big to fit through the door window and developed a reasonable fear of being killed in a crash.
I suppose I’ll watch the NFL playoffs and the Super Bowl but really don’t care which teams progress now that mine is out. I’ve no real interest in the NBA unless Mike “Skinny” Miller gets a few playing minutes with Miami. I couldn’t care less about the National Hockey League taking to the ice again after that long silly strike that could have and probably should have ended the season. Sadly, I can’t get too worked up about the Minnesota Twins’ prospects for 2013 after that embarrassing debut season in their new stadium.
Gosh, I do seem a bit crabby today. Winters in Dakota can do that. At least Linda will be escaping into the warm sunshine soon. She leaves Saturday for Phoenix to spend a few days with her sister, Renee, and our desert daughter, Christy. Son James will be joining them from Oakland for the weekend. She’ll be flying non-stop via Allegiant Air which advertises real tempting fares until you start counting up all the extras. But at least she won’t have to endure that long ride to Arizona by car..even if that car is Big Red (Our trusty high mileage old Lincoln Town Car) who has eagerly made the journey many times but is now indicating some reluctance; need for a new battery and costly repairs for a tiny leak in the air ride system.
So look out ladies, I’ll be batchin’ it next week.
Oops, I was channeling Brent Musburger there for a second; sorry.