Well, that was fun.
In case you haven't heard, my beloved New Orleans Saints won the Super Bowl last night in dramatic fashion.
There's a lot to say about the game and its meaning to the entire Gulf South, but I think I'll leave that for others to dissect.
I'll just say this: it was one of the best nights of my life.
Everything about last night's game was perfect. Even the commercials were funnier than ever. Well there was one imperfection--the lame halftime performance by what remains of one of the greatest rock bands of all time. Can you say, "pass the Metamucil?"
I think I may have just watched my last televised sporting event. I mean it. What's the point of watching another game? Last night was as good as it gets, and I can't imagine a game in any sport at any level with more subtext, underlying meaning or a more satisfying result. I'll never feel this good or derive this much joy from a game again. It's not possible.
Everyone who has ever lived in New Orleans knows what I mean. No game could ever mean as much to them as the one they saw last night.
Today I'm in Who Dat heaven. In four days Teri will be on the streets of New Orleans celebrating Mardi Gras. I'll be there in April for Jazz Fest, and they'll still be dancing in the streets.
Just when I think the Best Year Ever couldn't get any better, it does. Discerning Reader, if you haven't had your own "Best Year Ever", I highly recommend the experience. When I began this experiment in June, I made the conscious decision that the next twelve months would be the best of my life. There have been plenty of surprises for me along the way, but so far the year is living up to the name I gave it.
The key was the decision.
If you decide to live as if you're conducting a grand experiment and you decide that a chunk of time is going to be rich and filled with joy and satisfaction, it really can turn out that way. It has for me, so far.
I'm finding out that, even in the best of times, not everything happens exactly the way I want or in the ways I envisioned. But it's all turning out for the best. As I write this, I have 112 days remaining in the Best Year Ever.
I can't wait to see what happens next.
Aw, that was beautiful, The year is turning out pretty darn good isn't it? And like anything that you want to hold on to forever (a great vacation, a fabulous meal or just a happy feeling) it's on to the next thing before you know it. Where has this year gone?
ReplyDeleteCongrats on the Saints. I did not have a rooting interest, but it was nice to see a good guy like Drew Brees win it all. Guess he's having the best year of his life.
ReplyDeleteBTW, what happens when your best year is over in 112 days? Back to work? An even better year? Where does one go after reaching the top?
Your attitude of gratitude is infectious. I think I'm going to sneeze.
ReplyDeleteGood question, Mick.
ReplyDeleteI'd like to keep writing, but if I can't bring in at least a token sum from the first project or the second, then I'm going to have to seek honest employment.
If that's what happens, that will be okay. I've learned a lot so far this year, and it's been a great ride.
I think this is my best year ever too!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteSee you soon!!