Helluva season, 49ers. Thanks for a great year.
21 days (Feb 12th) until pitchers and catchers report to Spring Training.
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In a nutshell
This was the most emotionally draining day for me, as a football fan, with the two teams that I follow playing, but not against each other.
Throughout the day I wore my Montana jersey, cheering the 49ers on with my family, and only my cousin’s girlfriend and I didn’t panic when the Saints took the lead twice in the final minutes of the game. I’m sure my brother Rob felt the same way we did, that allowing them to score with 4 minutes left was plenty of time for the 49ers to come back, and again with less than 2 minutes, the Niners would again come back to win it.
This had to be one of the greatest 49er games I had ever watched.
Then came the Broncos game.
From the first scoring drive by the Patriots I could tell that this wasn’t going to be the same as last week’s game against the Steelers. When it was 21-7 I knew that there would be no Tebow Time miracle, and that the Broncos team from weeks 15-17 was back. I couldn’t look away, even when I got home from my aunts’ place.
I went from an emotional high to an emotional low in the span of about an hour.
Anyways, at least one of my teams will be in a championship game next week. So much for the Super Bowl XXIV rematch that I was hoping for.
Post-9/11/11 Post
While I stayed away from practically all specials and documentaries on the 10th anniversary of 9/11/01, I really didn’t mind the little snippets that I got to see throughout the day via sporting events.
That’s because they didn’t focus on the tragedy of the day, they focused on the heroism of the day. First responders, police, firefighters, emergency medical services, they were the ones being saluted today, from one coast to the other and around the world.
I watched a moment of silence prior to an English Premier League soccer match, longer than any I’d ever seen. I missed the ceremony before the Dodgers-Giants game, but only because I was watching the one before the Seahawks-49ers game, and I even heard the F-16 fly by near my neighborhood.
And then I watched the pregame ceremony and features before tonight’s Cubs-Mets game, where they brought back members of the 2001 Mets team, and showed a story of a family that was profoundly affected by the loss of the husband/father on 9/11, and how Mike Piazza’s homer 10 days later helped start the healing process for them all. After the story, there was Mike Piazza, in tears before he was about to be interviewed, and here I was crying along with him.
It was great to see some ex-Mets being interviewed during the game, and the images of how the 5 boroughs of New York City are still thriving, 10 years later, and of course the men and women of the armed forces and first responders, enjoying the game. I do agree with some folks online that these people need to be saluted, or at least acknowledged and thanked, on the other 364 days of the year that they work.
Of course, the Mets game went into extra innings, which seems to happen whenever I watch a Mets game on ESPN. And I watched them lose in 11 innings, 10-6, because, as so many point out, I’m a fan. Loyal to the end. Plus, too lazy to check if anything else was on.
Anyways, I regret taking a short nap earlier during the Mets game, because now I feel wide awake. Arrgh.
One last time for the day: Never Forget.
Sunday
Didn’t intend to, but after watching Tottenham Hotspur lose badly to Fulham, I ended up watching the pregame show and the NHL All-Star Game.
It was your typical offensive game, starting with 4 goals in the first five minutes or so, and a final score of 11-10.
I tried to watch the Pro Bowl, but got bored after the first set of downs, so I ended up watching Iron Man, followed by Get Smart and finally The Incredible Hulk.
Weekend
Saturday: Adventures in household hazardous materials disposal!
I found out that the sharps containers that I’ve been hoarding for years could be dropped off at Walgreens, or the nearby Waste Disposal Center.
I drove down with my dozen or so containers, in plastic bags, sitting on the floor in front of the passenger seat. The old man at the gate asked what I was disposing of, and I told him ‘sharps containers’. I don’t think he understood me, and told me to get in line with the rest of the cars that seemed to be loaded up with either garbage or recyclables.
As I sat in the car for over half an hour, I moved up the length of maybe four cars. When I got past an orange cone, another dude walked up and asked what I was dropping off. “Sharps containers. Needles.”
“Ay nako!” he said, “you need to drive up there, boss.”
“Okay, thanks!” And I headed up to another building, with a big sign that said ‘Household Hazardous Materials Disposal’. Where there was no line. Arrrgh.
I drove up, filled out a form, let a guy grab the stuff from the passenger side, and was done in less than 5 minutes. Maybe less than 2 minutes.
So thanks for wasting over 30 minutes of my time, old guy who didn’t understand what I was dropping off!
Later I went back out and on impulse picked up the Rock Band 3 keyboard, mentioned in my last post.
Sunday: Soup, groceries and undiscovered books
It was another cold morning, so I went to Red Bowl (formerly HK) Noodle House and had a nice bowl of beef stew pho.
Afterwards I did some post-holiday grocery shopping. This was followed by a stop at Borders, where I found a book that I’d never seen before:
At home, I started watching the end of the Ravens/Chiefs (HAHAHA) game. I was going to watch the Packers/Eagles game, but discovered that SyFy was showing a Star Trek movie marathon today. Color me shocked, none of those films contain a sharktopus nor a mansquito.