Windy Detritus

For some reason I started thinking of kites this morning...could be the closeness of March...cannot be that it was windy...I just remember the excitement of picking out the special one, a dragon or lion, some beasty that would surely scare the wind gods into carrying my kite aloft...then of putting together the paper, wood, string construct...being too excited to put a tail on and running outside with my brother and sisters, each with their own kite, each kite a different mythological beast...to try them out...laying the kite on the ground and spooling out string until 10 to 15 feet separated my from my kite...everyone else was busy with their kites...so at first we would each drag around our kites trying to get them to fly...all of us breathlessly running, dragging kites on the ground in hope of them catching some wind and flying...of course this never worked...eventually we would make tails and work together...stand in the pasture waiting for wind...one holding the kite the other with the string...coolness of the spring day nipping our fingers...cheeks red...impatient with the wind gods and their teasingly short gusts...hours were spent...the thrill of getting one kite airborne was the victory that we all were waiting for...

 

...so it was not that it was windy this morning...it was that I was captured for a moment by simpler times...where success was measured by the amount of fun was generated...how do we measure success now? I know for a fact that I do not use a fun factor...money or position seem to have become our standards for success...wonder what life would be like if we continued to measure our successes by the fun factor?

Super Bowl Sunday...

Yes, I did end up at McGuires for the Super Bowl. I had debated whether to go down there or not to watch the game. I do have a history of when watching games that I have a favorite in, that the team I like loses. I came to the conclusion that this attitude was absurd. To think that I have any influence on events like these just by viewing them on tv would be the height of that absurdity. Making me God like in a twisted sort of way.

I know for a fact that I am not a God. So this is a assinine viewpoint.

I got to McGuires after 4 so the game was well under way. I think of the dozen or so people there, 9 favored NYG to win and only 3 for NE. There is an underdog underground in America. We love winners. We worship perfection. Yet the majority in that bar were pulling for the underdog. Perhaps it is not so much an underdog thing as an anti-hubris factor. When winning becomes the norm (and seemingly easy) for a team/person/country...am thinking we all have that kernel of doubt that winning always is a good thing...that they should be brought down a notch, that losing would actually be a good thing for them...the building character thing. I do not know.

This was a game that will for some time be the yardstick to measure future Super Bowls against.

So...I did watch the game. Yes, the team I wanted to win, lost. These facts are indesputable.

What now?

I AM THE GREAT AND TERRIBLE OZ!!!