super bowl musings

All right. I openly bear a grudge against the New England Patriots. (No one’s noticed, right?) They knocked us out of the running two years in a row and I want their collective butts to be kicked. But still ….. I got choked up just now during the National Anthem as the camera panned past the players and native son — and Patriots linebacker — Junior Seau had his hand over his heart and appeared to be tearing up. I just love his heart. If — uhm, when? — the Pats win this thing, I will be happy for Junior. Finally with his ring. Finally. Junior, I hope for you, even in the middle of my grudge. It’s complicated.

Also …… did anyone think, first, that Jordin Sparks looked uh-MAZING and, second, that she totally rocked that National Anthem? Not quite Whitney’s version, but I say a close second. Really. Her tone and control. Beautiful.

UPDATE: Sorry, Junior. Wow. Thank you, Fox, for not showing me his face at the end.

girl with red shoes

Me, 4 or 5 years old, in the park across the street from my childhood home. Blazing blue sky above me. Pink and yellow blooms trumpeting Spring behind me. But I am dressed for inclement weather, apparently. Or a random smattering of weather conditions: Lightweight cotton dress. Warm — and slimming! — black tights. Bright red Keds. And my blue corduroy jacket with the hood up. You know, in case there are thunder clouds a’brewin’ over yonder teeming hill.

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