I grew up in Buffalo. From the first Superbowl with Scott Norwood missing an easy field goal as time elapsed, to lose the first one by a single point to the NY Giants. Oh how sad it was to lose by a point. That was ’91, my first year at the University of Buffalo, and the first of four sad years in a row. The next year I was at my girlfriends dorm at Geneseo (State Univ. of NY), where most were from NYC area, and had no love for the Bills. The Redskins made us look silly in my mind, but 37-24 was still somewhat respectable.
The following year against the Dallas Cowboys was our third Superbowl loss in a row. 52-17. An absolute massacre. This was the year that I decided to give up my concern for any sport. It was my maturation point. When I realized that sports were there to enjoy, and to root, and to have hope. But then to share in the success of the winning team, and to console the losing team as best as somebody can with their disconnected state.
In other words. Don’t get connected.
It was fun to root for the Falcons while they were killing the Patriots. Wow, what a first half. But that ended, they marched back and won in the first overtime Superbowl game in history. Pretty sad for Falcons fans. But, also pretty cool that we were there. You know, as much as the Buffalo fans were completely deflated for the week following the superbowl, they were completely inflated for the last 6 weeks of the season. As a matter of fact, on January 3rd, 1993, just 28 days before the Dallas Cowboys KILLED the Bills. We were in a wildcard playoff game.
The game was against the Houston Oilers, at home in 34 degree weather. Frank Reich was our QB because Jim Kelly was out with an injury. At the start of the 3rd quarter, Houston scored a touchdown to go ahead 35 – 3. Over the next 15 minutes of play, we scored 5 unanswered touchdowns to go ahead 38-35, and ultimately to win 41-38. Whoa. The city was on a high. I was there. It was awesome.
So, when I remember that season, I remember that game, not the pounding we took from the Cowboys.
I think that is really the way we should see life. Do we sit around and ponder all of the horrible moments in life? We all have moments that we wish didn’t happen, or those that happened much differently. We wish we hadn’t said that, or responded that way, or somehow had a better choice in the moment. Well, the best response is to delve in, analyze, learn, and change. Not to perseverate on the bad and dwell in self pity and depression. The answer is to look squarely at that moment, to deal with it to its entirety, then move on. Only carrying it just far from our hearts to remind us to pause and consider as we make choices.
Likewise, we should treat these moments the same. I am so happy that this city now shares with me the dismal experience of a superbowl gone bad. But, I am more excited that this city shared a glorious playoff run that went good.
Treat your life like you should treat this series of games, and surely, treat this series of games like you should treat your life. Button it up, and lets move on. There is work to be done.
So what if Brady is a cheater. :) Ha Ha… just for you Patriot fans.
Be well and Be blessed! – Dr. E