Flesh Colored Kaleidoscope

(That is what is seen when sitting in a well lit room after drinking too many beers while watching a football game (!) and holding one's head in one's hands... you can see out through the cracks between the fingers and admire the way gravity is keeping things relatively still.)

They say a parent giving a kid a pet is giving the kid their first lesson in heartbreak and loss. Weelll. So goes some football games. The Patriots, honestly, have been pretty near perfect in their opiate-like status. I am rather shocked at how bad I felt. It is just a game.... but no it isn't. With Super Tuesday and politics and global warming and the economy... I wish I vicariously held the euphoria of a Super Bowl win. I'm experiencing withdrawal right now. Man. That Pats locker room must've been a mess. If I were to write a post game speech for BB it would go something like this:

"That was a sh*t tough game. We lost. We lost after playing the full game with everyone doing their part...... a grueling game after a grueling season..... (the ".... " is for BB to ad lib hopefully better than I.).... The most extraordinary record breaking season I have ever witnessed, and am proud to be a part of. You are not perfect. We are not perfect. But you never stopped playing you never stopped... and we are pretty damn good. Thank you for the experience. See you this time, next year, this time we'll get the trophy."

Oh BB can mention that the Giants played well if he must. And I'm sure he would give a much better speech. The only locker room speech I remember is one a basketball coach gave our team before a game against Mountainburg. She said "Mountainburg beat Westfork." Westfork was the only team that could beat us. We went on the court hyped with fear and blew them away. (Well, I went to the bench, hyped with fear...) After the totally lopsided game in which even I played, the coach said "I lied."

Why the New England Patriots Will Win the Super Bowl

THE reason the Pats will win the Super Bowl is NOT Tom Brady's efficient targeting Maroney's explosive ball carrying Moss' scoring dunks Gaffneys clutch plays Harrison's accommodating interceptions Mankin's beard Neal's goatee Samuel's paycheck OR Wes Welker's... what's that called? When you try to tip something over and it keeps springing back up?

It's none of those. No. It's....

"The team (Patriots) prides itself not only on scoring the most points ever this season, but also on having the lowest wait time for women’s restrooms in the NFL."
http://blogs.bnet.com/harvard/?p=201

Yep. The Pats will win. Sorry Giants fans.

Animated Grass

Okay so I'm in a bad mood. I was going to title this post "Foot Fetishes"... But decided that it had more to do with animated grass...

Different professions attract different sorts of people. (duh.) Now, I love to sculpt, by myself, in a room, all day long. Time becomes enormous as you look and work on your stuff. Sitting with my opti-visor on (the jeweler's visor)... a mangled piece of wax in my chapped fingers... the world is absolutely huge. Its not like things are beautiful, or perfect, or even particularly meaningful... Its just huge. I move mountains every day at the jewelry bench.

One other aspect is a certain obsessiveness could be attributed to such detail work. So. Combine that to another interest and when I learned that Tom Brady hurt his ankle in the AFC title game I freaked. The Pats don't stand a Ben and Jerry's chocolate mint chip frozen yogurt in my freezer kind of a chance of winning the Super Bowl if Tom Brady can't play. I watched the famous boot video, read the stories, and checked every morning for updates.

And have reach a couple of conclusions. One, I'm kinda tired. Also, what is it about sports photos? They over saturate them or what? Sometimes I think the nostalgia for natural turf and mud is the longing for a different chroma. One picture that sticks in my mind is Bruschi on his knees, arms raised, some white snow on the green green grass with Brushci's black hair pale skin and clenched face...

I haven't a clue on whether Brady and the Pats will do well in the Super Bowl. I'm over the cusp of my "ankle angst." The only conclusion I have reached is Brady needs to date supermodels. Really. No one else could compete.

SUPER BOWL PATS!

I left the bar last night because the guy next to me was a Packers fan, and I'd had enough beer, and my rear needed a change of scenery. I'd stayed for a little bit of the Giants Packers game to see what's up in a couple of weeks. Now. I liked the way the Giants played the Pats in week 16... it was great. Good competition but the Pats won anyway with a couple of record breaking TD throws. Absolutely perfect. Couldn't have choreographed it better myself... And since then I've been rooting for the Giants as they played the Cowboys and last night... I asked the fellow next to me so are you just a Packers fan or a big Packers fan? He said he was BIG... grew up in Green Bay and everything.... I'm like hmmm. *May the best team loose.*

I think a good team won. The question remains... will the Giants be perfect patsies for the Pats again?

For the record... my fingers and toes remained uncrossed... hair unbraided... I honestly didn't think the Chargers would win. (I read somewhere their name is after a charge card company? Is that true?* If so they are doomed.) Even though that weird and funny play where they had Moss run out of the backfield on a double reverse sort of typified the game... Even though the Pats won in a totally uncharacteristic manner.... running the ball and maintaining possession. (They had the ball for 21:35 of the second half.) Even though Brady threw THREE interceptions....

Which is why Belichick winning the coach of the year award is so totally justified. If I, maybe a bit of a neurotic and a fan, am feeling a shade complacent (the Chargers being pretty good despite their name)... Putting a team out there that wins and keeps winning... *that's so incredible*

Everybody else can win next year. Perfection might not be perfect but hey its good enough for me... Let this be the year of the records... GO PATS!


*Apparently it is not true that the Chargers' name has anything to do with a charge or credit card company. I still say they're doomed!