First and then some
“How can there be a best in a world of individuals?” Hugh Prather, “Notes to Myself.”
I walked away from the television the second that Ted Ginn Jr. got tackled and the Ravens began to storm the field. I couldn’t stand watching the celebration because my team was not the one taking part in it. The family and friends in my house quickly evacuated the scene, sensing the despair that I was trying desperately to shield from the open air through statements masked with words of thanks and appreciation for their presence. My favorite team had played in the Super Bowl, and yet at that moment I felt as if they hadn’t won a game since I started cheering for them as a child.
A few days ago I finished watching the San Francisco 49ers most recent season, from the first snap at Lambeau Field through the final tackle in the Louisiana Superdome, for the second time in the last calendar year. I have been a huge fan of the red and gold for the past two decades of my life, and after a considerable amount of mourning, I finally pushed play on the fresh footage in the DVR to reminisce about and enjoy this great season the team just accomplished.
If you have any technical difficulties, either with your username and password or with the payment options, please contact us by e-mail at email@example.com