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Gasp. And gasp again.
Hey, hey, what do you know. The Giants WON! And the Jets WON! On the same day. Both in overtime.
Of course, the NFL and DirecTV had both games on at the same time, which meant I had to record them both and spend all day switching back and forth between them, while falling further and further behind. I also had to avoid looking at the scores at the bottom of the screen, lest one game spoil the other, or vice versa. Both teams entered the day at 0-3, and I had every expectation of them ending it at 0-4. The Giants had played pretty well through those first three losses, losing the last two on last second field goals as time expired, but they were playing the Saints in the Superdome. Even without Drew Brees, the Saints are a pretty formidable team, and more so when at home. As for the Jets, well, they were in Jersey against the Titans, and the Titans are no powerhouse… but Gang Green had looked so absolutely wretched in their first three outings that I figured we’d get crushed anyway.
The way the Jets game opened, it looked like my fears were well placed… but in the second half they came alive, and HOLY HELL our kid quarterback (who has a helluva arm, even if he does look as though he is straight out of high school) started heaving bombs down the field. To JETS receivers, not the other team. And suddenly we were winning. Then, of course, with a game almost won on a 4th and 10, we committed a killer penalty and almost blew it, and the Titans tied it up and sent it into overtime and Parris was charging up our home defibrillator. My teams have a way of stopping my heart. (That’s a joke, guys. A joke. I feel compelled to add that, for fear of what kind of headlines you might see on the clickbait websites elsewise).
But then, after snatching defeat from the jaws of victory, the Jets went to overtime, won the toss, marched the ball down the field, and snatched it right the hell back. Whoeee. A VICTORY! After last year, Jets fans had mostly forgotten what that felt like.
Meanwhile, over on t’other channel, the Giants were doing the same thing. That game started tight, with the G-Men holding up well against the New Orleans O, but then the Saints started pulling ahead and I started feeling gloomy. But NO! The Giants came back, and Danny Dimes had the best game of his career, making some heart=stopping heaves and earning his nickname. Could we possibly have turned a corner? Oh, that would be sweet. It is only one game, of course… but if Daniel Jones can keep it up, Blue could well get Big again.
Oh, and the throws that Zach Wilson made… DAMN, what an arm. So that’s why the Jets took him. He keeps that up, he’ll need a nickname too. The BYU Bazooka? Mad Bomber 2.0? Zach the Cannon? Some of his heaves took me back to the heyday of the AFL, when Broadway Joe and Darryl Lamonica were firing balls fifty yards downfield.
All in all… a much sweeter Sunday than the last few.
And the minions all went wild.
Life is magical and full of joy.
This week, at least.
Current Mood: bouncy
I grow old… I grow old…
I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled.
Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
I shall wear white flannel trousers, and walk upon the beach.
I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each.
I do not think that they will sing to me.
((with thanks to T.S. Eliot))
Current Mood: melancholy
Well, that was a kick in the balls.
I really thought that the Giants and the Jets would be much better this season. They had (I thought) strong drafts and good offseasons.
A week and a half into the new season, they are a combined 0-3.
Life is meaningless and full of pain.
There’s a lot of strange stuff on YouTube. I never know what I’m going to stumble on.
Sometimes I stumble on myself. As in this interview from 1991 (or so it says), where I pontificate about science fiction and fandom.
(In those days, five years before A GAME OF THRONES was published, science fiction was what they asked about when they interviewed me. When they bothered to interview me at all).
I have absolutely no memory of this interview. Where I was, who was intervieweing me, why… none of that.
I remember those glasses, though.
I don’t remember that hair. My hair was dark brown when I was young. When I got older, it went to gray and then white. Judging from this clip, I guess 1991 was when it changed, but I don’t ever recall it being half-and-half like that, or having a dark beard with white hair. But I guess I did.
Blasts from the past.
The year was 1986.
Was that a lifetime ago, or last week? Sometimes I am not sure.
For me, it was a pretty good year. I had my first job in television, writing for the CBS revival of THE TWILIGHT ZONE. I had gone through a very rough time financially the preceding couple of years, but now things were turning around. In the NFL, the Giants were looking damn good and winning a lot of games. And in baseball… in baseball, we had the Mets. After teasing us in 1984 and 1985, the Mets caught fire early in 1986, took charge of the National League from pillar to post, and made it to the World Series against the Boston Red Sox.
In a couple of weeks, ESPN will be bringing back those halcyon days with a four-part two-night documentary about that amazing season.
It should be a cool couple of nights. And you know the best part? I’m in the show. Can’t say how much or how often, but they came up to my cabin a few months back and interviewed me for an hour or so (and never asked once about THE WINDS OF WINTER or the new GAME OF THRONES successor shows I am developing for HBO). Maybe a couple of minutes of that will make it into the film, but hey, that’s cool… they have a lot of other exciting interviews in there as well.
But why should they interview a fantasy writer at all about the 1986 World Series???
Well, because… Parris and I were at Game Six.
And THAT experience I will remember till my dying day.
Happy Mets fans at the end of game 6. Find me and Parris (not the best pic of either of us, but we are there).
Somewhere around here I have my Mets cap and a baseball signed by Lenny Dykstra. Need to find those before showtime…
Current Mood: bouncy