College basketball season started 32 days ago. So far, around 3,500 Division-I games have been played, most of which have been televised or streamed. And I have not watched one of them. Or one minute of one of them. For most of my life, the anticipation of the start of college basketball began once the calendar hit October. It was something akin to the excitement children feel waiting for Christmas morning, with all its wonderment and special gifts. When it wasn't college basketball season, I'd fill my entertainment needs by playing or watching lacrosse, hiking, beaching, going to the theater or a comedy show, and attending a few Springsteen concerts if he was on tour. All of that was a filler of time and space, however. Like the coming attractions before a movie, or the opening act before a favorite band takes stage. Once Autumn's cool air ended the summer's heat, the countdown began, like December 1st began the countdown to Christmas and Santa Claus. But this year, there's been no countdown, no anticipation, no Christmas morning. College basketball is dead to me now. My five-month long season of joy and dedication, spanning four decades, has come to an end.
Thoughts on sports, Springsteen, and life...and a combination thereof. (What else is there?)
Wednesday, December 4, 2024
Dead To Me
College basketball season started 32 days ago. So far, around 3,500 Division-I games have been played, most of which have been televised or streamed. And I have not watched one of them. Or one minute of one of them. For most of my life, the anticipation of the start of college basketball began once the calendar hit October. It was something akin to the excitement children feel waiting for Christmas morning, with all its wonderment and special gifts. When it wasn't college basketball season, I'd fill my entertainment needs by playing or watching lacrosse, hiking, beaching, going to the theater or a comedy show, and attending a few Springsteen concerts if he was on tour. All of that was a filler of time and space, however. Like the coming attractions before a movie, or the opening act before a favorite band takes stage. Once Autumn's cool air ended the summer's heat, the countdown began, like December 1st began the countdown to Christmas and Santa Claus. But this year, there's been no countdown, no anticipation, no Christmas morning. College basketball is dead to me now. My five-month long season of joy and dedication, spanning four decades, has come to an end.
Wednesday, October 23, 2024
Officially Done
Thursday, September 12, 2024
The Ghost of Bruce Springsteen
I had put my convertible top down about a mile ago. After the four hour drive in the midday sun, it was cool enough now to allow the feel of the outdoor air and the pre-set sun. My GPS showed one more stoplight and a half mile to go before I'd come to Kingsley Street. I shuffled my car stereo player to Bruce's "Darkness On The Edge Of Town" and skipped to the third track, Something In The Night. My memory flashed back 22 summers ago to 2002, when my best friend and fellow Springsteen fanatic Mike and I did the same thing. The difference being it was a cassette tape we popped in and not a cd. We had to stop at the beginning of the street before we could proceed, waiting to hit the right spot on the cassette tape before we pressed play. On this day, by myself, the timing was perfect, there was no waiting.