You guys know that I love Dana to the ends of the earth, and in some sense, I always will. But at the same time, the best thing that’s happened in being divorced is not having to watch any sport. At all. When I was a kid, my whole family followed The Cowboys (we lived two hours north of Dallas), and the Oilers (when we moved to Houston). However, every person in my immediate family is a music nerd just like me, so it wasn’t like we were all about it. It was just a thing that was on in the background while we ate. A lot. In fact, I don’t remember anything much about going to see live sporting events except the amount of food I consumed while pretending to watch.
When I married Dana, I learned more about the Washington Redskins, the Los Angeles Dodgers, and the Sacramento Kings than I ever knew about any of my own Texas teams. I could recognize Deion Sanders, Emmett Smith, Warren Moon, etc…. but that’s about the limit to my sports knowledge. I was also in the marching band at Clements for two years, going to EVERY. DAMN. GAME. and I still can’t tell you the rules.
So, last night, I took a sleeping pill around 8:00-ish, and watched PBS until I fell asleep around 9:30. I didn’t even know who won the game until about 7:00 this morning (Broncos- go Peyton). I figured that the easiest way to watch my preferred amount of football was a few clips on Facebook. I was right.
Because Sarah Vowell recommended it, I watched Murder of a President, about James Garfield. I now believe that we lost an amazing amount of ground when he was killed, because he was so passionate about the rights of free blacks that eight full years with him as president would have changed the face of the 1960’s…. not only that, he was in a sense, murdered twice. Shot and then given septicemia by a doctor that refused to clean any of his wounds.
To me, that was way more interesting than football.
The other thing I have to include in this entry that happened, because I want to put it in the pensieve, is that Susan and I were going back and forth and she said, “no need to make a career out of reading into/out of things.” I laughed so hard tears came to my eyes and I thought, “I know me. We’ve met.”
It’s good to see that some things don’t change.
Time to get back to work. It’s amazing having a full night’s sleep. Monday doesn’t seem so, well, Monday.
Have a good one yourself. 🙂