Sports

Well, It’s Monday

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I’ve gotten off to a slow start today, my brain sliding in place like a tire in a snow drift, kicking slush around but not getting very far. In days past, I’d be reaching for a good old cup of coffee, but I’m not drinking it anymore.

I miss it.

It’s one of those days where I’d be happy to bask in other people’s accomplishments, watching skiers flying down a mountain fast enough to get a driver’s license revoked. Or skaters flinging themselves across the ice in the broadcast I recorded but hadn’t had a chance yet to watch.

My own to-do list be darned.

But then I would come to the end of the day, my scribbled, uncrossed-out handwriting staring back at me accusingly. I would end the day on the sidelines with a double-long list tomorrow. If only Monday wasn’t such an awkward creature, needy and lumbering.

At least tomorrow is Tuesday.

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I Like the Winter Olympics. From My Couch.

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So the Winter Olympic Games are upon us, a time to watch people push themselves to their physical limits while simultaneously often hurtling themselves down mountains. Steep, steep mountains.

To be fair, not all of the sports involve mountains. Some of them involve a luge track. Which may or may not be set in a mountain for the gravity. I honestly have no idea.

But it makes me wonder what it is that makes a person want to take a flimsy piece of wood, strap both feet to it, and slide down a railing onto a drop that looks, from my very level couch, like a sheer cliff of snow. Created for this very purpose.

Mind-boggling.

Definitely not for me. Popcorn and hot chocolate, that’s my Olympic event.

Some Days, It’s Tough to be A Super Bowl Player

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Yesterday, I was shopping at an empty Costco, not realizing that the Super Bowl had already begun, and by 6:30 start time, they meant 6:30 Eastern. Don’t worry, the game was recording.

Don’t worry, it wasn’t much of a game.

After finally settling in to watch some football, after all the hype, all the excitement, I found—as did everyone watching—a remarkably one-sided thrashing using every method a team could use to score points. Alas.

Well, it wasn’t alas for the Seahawks, a team from the Land of the Forgotten Late-Draft Football Players who showed us a thing or two about tenacity.

I couldn’t help but wonder at Peyton Manning’s state of mind through the whole affair, watching what he can do best in the world suddenly not go right, no matter what he did to try to fix it.

I think we all know what that’s like, don’t we?

Only most of us don’t have to work through it with millions upon millions watching. Not being a famous bajillionaire has its upsides.