I would like to take a minute and bring a bit of cheer to America. The Nebraska Cornhuskers are 8 and 2. Yes, I know I predicted an undefeated season, and a National Championship and we (the Nebraska Cornhuskers, and I) are going to fall a little short, but here is a news flash, next year I will predict the same thing. And I predicted a woman president, and improved, usable mass transit in Columbus, and a Nobel Peace Prize for Dylan (not really, that took me by surprise) so I know predicting the future is tricky business. But, 8 and 2 makes me pretty happy.
Generally speaking happiness is a user definable term, and there are people
whose teams are 9 and 1 after yesterday, and they are despondent. It is a
relative thing. Yesterday was almost the extinction level event in the college
football playoff rankings. To my college football fan brethren I offer you my
support, and my affection.
I have decided to set up a sports psychology and therapy organization, free
of charge. Kind of a grief counseling for those who have lost something dear,
despite the fact they have lost nothing at all. Any true fan knows a teams loss
resonates through a teams supporters for days. It is a wave effect, rippling
through people who never played, many of us, (myself included) never had the
talent to play college football, and almost all of us (myself particularly) have
neither the knowledge nor the intestinal fortitude to coach. Can you imagine the
tension they feel as they watch a close game slip away in the waning moments. I
suppose the millions of dollars helps ameliorate the misery. (note to self,
expand organization to add coaches, consider charging)
You see, I, like my brothers from Michigan, Clemson, Washington, and
countless others through the years have watched a team loaded with talent,
almost ordained by fate to be considered godly in its glory beaten by a bunch of
cheating, underhanded, talentless hacks and their zebra striped minions. How
many times my team has had victory stolen by the a fame seeking, money dripping
coach and his referee mafia. It makes me sick to this day.
Which is why I am offering this service to my friends, and fellow fans, whose
blue and gold, or orange and blue, or purple and gold are teared stained, and
torn, left in a miserable pile of broken dreams and chili cheese nacho stains.
Don’t despair, tomorrow will come, eventually, and the sun will shine again,
someday. But, unless you come to Life Explained Loss Therapy it might take a
while. Football, basketball fans welcome, the relief is real, and free, coaches,
call me and we can discuss the fee.
Sunday, November 13, 2016
Eight and Two, making 'em happy, one session at a time
There is not much to say, but, for those who find any offense, please remember these are only stories, jokes, and have no relation to reality. Kind of like life.
I like life, and hope it lasts a long time, but it does require some explanation, that is why these blogs exist. To help people navigate times and events that make no sense.
Here are a few places you can find a few things.
The Original Life Explained. Where it all started, a little rambling and a lot of nothing important.
Life Explains The End Views on humanity's race to self extinction. I hope I am wrong.
Life Explains Smiles Because everybody likes it when you smile.
Life Explains Aging Getting older is not always easier, but it is worth the effort. And a few small things can make it much more pleasant.
Life Explains Traveling and Commuting Mostly commuting. Driving bugs me and working bugs me so driving to work is the ultimate insult of modern life, and I like to complain.
Life Explained Explores History. The real problem with history is there is so much of it. It is all over the place. But, if you take the time to look at the small pieces it is fascinating.
Life Explains Music Music is a universal language. I like guitar based rock and roll, but there is a little bit of a lot here.