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Yes, this is about the Superbowl and football in general. I am a sucker for the drama and the epic struggles endured by overpaid athletes in tight pants. I can't help getting emotionally involved. I can't help admiring the players' ability to outrun, outsmart and, of course, knock the living daylight out of their adversaries on any given Sunday--especially when the adversaries are built like commercial-grade refrigerators. Despite the fact that these skills otherwise are of very little use outside the football field, when the players' enter that euphoric, testosterone-driven trance that could only be compared to that of warriors in battle...that is when the magic begins. They become gladiators, do they not? Everybody loves good old fashioned bi-partisan competition, especially if it involves costumes, beer and moderated violence. Everybody loves professional football. The players do it for the money and the glory. We expect epic entertainment in exchange for our collective sponsorship and attention...and by Zeus, the Superbowl is the ultimate place to get it. But going back to tonight's big game....while my enthusiasm for the New England Patriots never really exceeded the "lukewarm" category (despite their impressive record and the fact I lived in Connecticut for almost 10 years), I started off rooting for the Pats for three reasons today: (1) because it would have been really cool to see them make unprecendented NFL history; (2) because the Giants tragically beat Green Bay last month at the conference championship game and I felt the Packers should have been the team playing against New England today, and (3) because I never liked Eli Manning. I've disliked Eli Manning since the stint he pulled during the 2004 draft, refusing to sign under the San Diego Chargers (who had chosen him to be their first draft pick). After stomping his feet and throwing the equivalent of a prima donna tantrum, he got his way and ultimately was signed by the Giants, his team of choice. Flashback to the 98 draft, when his older brother Peyton (arguably one the very best QBs of our era and a first draft pick that year) humbly accepted a Colts jersey--the absolute worst team in the league at the time and the laughing stock of the NFL. Fast forward to the 2007 Colts, Superbowl Champs. That, anyone would argue, is the reason why there is a draft...so that weaker teams can have first pick of the best rookies in hopes to level the field as they develop. So anyhow, I digress. While I had followed Peyton's brilliant college ball career at Tenessee, I never followed the younger Manning's--neither collegiate nor pro. Any NY Giant wins earned during Eli's tenure I attributed to fortunate Manning genetics, a good coaching staff, and teamwork. I just assumed he was a spoiled brat, looking to out-do his older, classier, and infinitely more talented older brother. Then I watched the Superbowl game tonight, rooting not particularly passionately for New England to win, but really hoping that New York would lose. While the Pats choked in their determination to etch their names in NFL history, and as football's golden boy Tom Brady was pounced time and time again by a hungry NY offensive line, the young Eli Manning's surprising focus and grace under pressure during the biggest game --and audience-- of his career simply could not be ignored. Despite a stagnant low score that favored the Pats during most of the game, the Giants broke through in the final quarter--led by Manning. As 1 single second (1 second!) of play remained on the clock and a sea of bodies and camera flashes rushed the field in celebration, Manning displayed a very unexpected show of sportsmanship and class, gesturing players and press alike to back away from the field, as there remained time on the clock after all. In other words, his respect for his opponent implied that, despite the unrealistic one second left on the clock, he did not assume his team's victory--but most importantly, he was professing his respect towards his adversary. In a contrasting and equally surprising display of sportsmanship (or lack thereof, perhaps), the Patriots' coach walked off the field as the clock wound down to its last seconds, ignoring the customary courtesy of congratulating the winning team's coach and accepting defeat alongside his players. Bad form, especially coming from the owner of three Superbowl rings. So I got a little taste of crow tonight--I was reminded that you cannot judge a book by its cover. The Giants earned a well-deserved victory tonight, and Manning was a great contributor to that victory (he was named MVP of the night). He made his brother and his father proud, and he redeemed himself in the eyes of anyone who, like myself, could not see past 2004. His hubris was forgiven because I was entertained.
Packin' Up Bottles
I have many jobs because I'm just an overachiever like that. And because I'm poor like that. But I don't get paid for this job. Not in money, anyway. Like I've been doing for the last few weeks, this week I'm assisting in packing up a museum for storage. There is so much stuff to pack. It takes a long time, and longer because I am so OCD and also a little bit anal. (Okay, a lot anal.) I love to organize things and pack stuff up and I find it relaxing. When I was a kid, I'd pack and unpack my suitcase, drawers, bags, cabinets, Barbie's kitchen refrigerator, etc. robotic-ly for fun. I found and find it calming. I'm weird. Anyway, I like packing up this museum but I'm very concerned for its future. These two boxes took me a long time. 44 bottles took me about 3 hours. This day wasn't better. I packed up 31 books and 19 bottles in 3 hours. Today I did 10 books and 2 boxes (several dozen bottles) in 3.5 hours. It would be faster if I weren't such a perfectionist.. but look at how lovely my boxes look! Is it just me or do they kinda look like sushi? The museum is really great, but it's really under-appreciated and a little neglected. I think when it's time to unpack, we will have far less space. Also, a lack of time and staff means we have to put some stuff away in a less-than archivally happy manner. It makes me sad that more people don't care about this place enough to give it the time, effort, and money it deserves to be a true showpiece. Such a wonderful collection deserves wonderful treatment and wonderful exhibition. But I fear that is very unlikely to happen. The best I can do is do my job the best I can, and hope that nothing gets broken. I get a little obsessively attached to things like this... I really want them to be treated as well as they possibly can be! My sweet little bottles! Haha!