Superbowl Sunday
It is that greatest of days in the sports world - Superbowl Sunday – and I want absolutely nothing to do with it. You would think that I’d enjoy events that involve sweaty muscular men running around in tight shorts and bending over periodically, but football is just not my scene.
In its stead, I am posting a most incongruous photograph of the last rose of the season, taken this past November. It is but a dim memory now, replaced by a brown, shriveled rose hip, and shivering in the winter wind. But I know it’s just biding its time, slumbering while the winter lumbers through.
Wake me when the Oscars are on.
February 7th, 2010 at 11:30 am
Did you, do you play any sports.. while in school, college or now ? Are you political.. or anyways an activist ? Do you keep up with events that affect equality issues for gays.. the recent Prop 8 trial in Calif. for example ? Do you still smoke ? Do you and Andy have any pets ?
February 7th, 2010 at 2:44 pm
No, no – no, no, no.
Not really, sometimes incidentally.
I try to.
No (and never really did except for dramatic effect and photos.)
Not yet, but fish are on the way.
PS – I’d be glad to offer further details, but your e-mail address won’t go through…
February 11th, 2010 at 3:33 pm
One of the greatest lessons my father taught me was the love of art, music, education, literature and sports. Each one of those things satisfies a part of your brain that the other doesn’t.