One of my favorite "first books" was "Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" by Judith Viorst. When I had a day filled with blunders and felt like my horseshoe had been tipped upside down, all I had to do to feel better was read this blissful simple, cheeky little book. The essence of the story is that bad days happen to everybody, everywhere, and changing locations doesn't make them go away—even if that location is pretty cool (like sunny Florida, or in Alexander's case, Australia).
So yesterday, after four hours of cheering and cringing, our Harbaugh-Bowl dreams evaporated as a second-string player (who took the place of an injured special-teams star) made a very costly mistake amidst a frustrated offense incapable of third-down conversions. After a Cinderella season, the 49ers fell short of
Super Bowl XLVI in overtime sudden death—in a game that hardly demonstrated their full potential. Kev and I went to bed with a couple of long faces and awoke to a gloomy Monday morning knowing that our underdog season would not have a classic Friday-Night-Lights ending. And worse, two blue-blood teams will now be competing to add "eh-just-another-why-not" ring to their ever-growing collections. Sigh. I know we're a bit dramatic about our sports teams, but to truly enjoy the highs, you have to be with your team through the lows.
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| So great to see Judy! |
It's really not horrible, no good, or very bad here.
CBD
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