Super Bowl Sunday

Super bowl Sunday came and I didn't care. I wanted to care but my team didn't get in. So I go and pay homage to some other city, to some other fan. And I will root for the team that comes from the other conference because the team from mine played dirty and had a better storyline than mine and so was let in. I guess I am admitting to a fix. That's okay. Congress has given Republicans and companies breaks all along. And they complain about handouts all the time. We all favor. It is in our nature. We want our kids and friends to succeed. Why? Because they are from us. Some of course deeper and more intrinsic than others. But they are a measure of us. And yes we win when they do. Sometimes there is actual gain. And sometimes there is that deep deep satisfaction. And like the bomber in the supermarket, she is doing right by somebody.

So I go to eat and root and join into the average and the thankfully rudimentary. And I bless the great spirit for this. I have enough at loose ends. Like why am I here in the first place. And then this is answered so easily with the super bowl and my witnessing. I am so lucky to have the touchstones of it all. The little markers that allow me to step into the well shorn ruts of my life and the path of those before me.

I will see things as they are. And I will always wonder why I am let to see the things I do. And the fact that someone else will look at the exact same place at the exact same time from the exact same vantage point but will have a complete other association and reaction is not lost on me. Why did we get this nuance to our existence?

I favor not knowing. Though I want to know. Though I want to know. I just hope in the end that it will all fall so sudoku-like into a rhythm and cadence that I can go 'ahhhhhh' to.