Most people don't know this about me, I'm a football addict. I mean -- I have New England Patriots licence plates and car mats. I know more about football stats, players, records etc. then most males in any room during football season. The addiction was born and fed by growing up in a family of all boys and my father taking us to many many Giants games. During high school I often was on the field as a statistician -- and responsible for calling in the numbers to the local paper. My family hates to have me in the room when the game is on. It is not good.
When I moved to New England, Bill Parcells came to town and it was a rather easy switch to the Pats from the Giants. He is after all a football genius. When the Pats lost "The Game that shall not be mentioned" I went into a depression that lasted for months. I told off my sister in law when she called me to gloat -- using profanities. I swore off football but alas, it didn't work.
Last night, instead of watching the Super Bowl, in which my beloved Patriots were participating, I went to the movies. Hannah looked at me like I had finally REALLY lost my mind. "You are the biggest Patriot fan in the world, Mom, what are you talking about going to the movies???"
Off I went, by myself to the movies. It might not have helped too much. I went to see the Descendants. I was surprised there were 3 other people in the theater here in Patriot Nation. The movie is what the reviewers say about it -- tragic comedy. Some of the "funny" parts are also excruciatingly painful. If you haven't seen it, you should. It is a movie about all of us. And it accomplished that feat with the story line of a family that owns 25,000 acres of pristine land on the island of Kauai. And that seems odd and brilliant to me.
This week I will also go see The Artist and Hugo. Alfred Nobel is playing at the arty cinema so I'll add that to the list as well. I have yet to see the Help but I suppose I should to complete the Oscar nominated list.
I don't feel too depressed about the loss this morning. I think missing the game and removing myself from the hoopla was a healthy exercise for me.. It's a game. Sounds cliche but just making it there is a big accomplishment. I still love my Pats and our gladiator game but that emotion is more tempered than it was in the two weeks leading up to the BIG game. I'm a mental case. There is so much more tell.
At the sale this weekend, a reiki practitioner, who was told by my business partner I was suffering from a tooth ache, put her hands on my head and my shoulders and told me I take on too much -- that I try to make everyone happy, that I needed to take care of myself. She also told me there was a male spirit guide surrounding me. I guess it is my Pop. I dunno, I should consult the crystals.