A QUIET RAINY SUNDAY AFTERNOON!

Observation of the Day!

A Quiet Rainy Sunday Afternoon

It is a quiet rainy Sunday afternoon. There are virtually no cars on the street. Hotmail is silent. Mac.com is silent. Gmail is silent. The outside world and cyber space are quiet. The outside world is at peace, as the rain gently falls. Could this be another Nirvana for me? Quiet, calm, peaceful, wonderful. I wonder?

Then I remembered it is Super Bowl Sunday, loud commercials, loud cheering and Tom Petty rocking out. The peace is shattered. America and the world are focused on the big game. My Nirvana is bashed under cleated foot and helmeted head and drowned out by the sounds of commercials.

I gave up my thoughts of finding a Nirvana this rainy Sunday afternoon. So I popped some popcorn, popped a beer and popped on the television.

I became engaged in the game, as the excitement built. It was a back and forth, well played game by both the Giants and the Patriots. The severely under-dogged Giants scored the final touchdown on a pass with forty-five seconds to go from the baby-faced Eli Manning. It was Giants 17, Patriots 14. MVP Eli Manning has now has equaled his brother, Payton. I am sure there is a pot of gold waiting for the Manning brothers at the end of the commercial rainbow.

I came to realize that even the violent game of football has a natural rhythm of men on the field of battle, giving the bodies up for the glory they hope is theirs. At this point it really isn't about the money, but the ring. The game offers a genuine excitement, as the adrenaline of the sport rushes through both players and fans alike. Emotions run to the front of the logical line.

The Vince Lombardi Trophy was awarded and the confetti and the tributes began and ended. And then it was over until next year. What began in the late summer ended on a rainy Sunday afternoon in February. Thirty teams started the season, but only one became the champion. The stadium fans and people full of beer and party guacamole emptied their respective locations and the rainy Sunday afternoon has turned into night. And all is peaceful in the world again.

Can baseball be far behind?

Have a nice day!

Sam