The Colts are on the verge of wrapping up a sloppy Super Bowl win over the Bears. I'm pleased for Peyton Manning, Marvin Harrison, Tony Dungy, and, ummm...David Letterman? I have a bunch of friends who are Bears fans, which means I should have been cheering for the Monsters of the Midway. Truly, though, I didn't care much one way or the other. I'm a pretty big football fan, but these two clubs are not on my short lists of clubs to love or hate.
It's been a little weird watching the Super Bowl this year. Because I have a short attention span, I've been flipping back and forth between the game and "Meet Joe Black." I don't particularly like the movie, but I tend to get sucked into flicks why wasting time on my couch. Anyway, I'd already been thinking about my dad earlier today (particularly when I saw a friend's mom this afternoon and particularly when I heard about another friend's aunt passing away), and "Meet Joe Black" obviously drove more thoughts about my father and death.
He would have been cheering for Dungy and Manning, I think. He would have fallen asleep during the third quarter but woke up during the post-game celebration. He would have called me tomorrow, brought up all the game's turnovers, and told me it was time to bring all my tax stuff over to their house. There are a lot of tough days and nights when it comes to remembering my dad. He'll undoubtedly come up in this blog again and again, and hopefully it doesn't become unbearable for readers
Or maybe that's "reader." Hi Ben.
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Hi Teddy. Just you wait... Once I put you on the WTF blogroll, you'll be up to your eyeballs in loyal readers...
I miss him too, and I really miss him for you. I hope you write lots about him.
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