The Super Bowl

Super Bowl Sunday is always one of my favorite days of the year. My family and I, and maybe a couple friends, get to sit around watching a great game while my mom serves us plate after plate of delicious "football food." As I watched the Colts succumb to Drew Brees and the Saints, I couldn't help but notice all the argot Peyton Manning uses when calling audibles on the field. It makes no sense at all to any of the viewers, but it perfectly clear to the players. My dad and I didn't help to allay my brother's frustration after his favorite team just lost the game. What is sometimes the most interesting about the Super Bowl is that the commercials can beguile viewers because of their reputation for being much funnier than usual. But while it's fun while it lasts, we all seem to feel like amorphous blobs after the game because of all the food we just devoured.

The Giants Lose...Again

Last night, after a long day of shooting photos, I went to the Giants-Cardinals game at Giants Stadium. As we crawled through the traffic to get into the parking lot, I had to be chary of all the people crossing in out of the lines of cars. Once we got through the gate, we entered the capacious stadium and found our seats. As usual, there was some flagrant and loud people behind us, but they made the game more fun. Before the game started, they introduced the 1986 championship team, and everyone went nuts for the legendary Lawrence Taylor. The game started off great, with the Giants' defense shutting down Arizona. But the second half got ugly when Arizona scored some unanswered points. Everyone believed Eli Manning was culpable for this because of his poor performance. Everyone was screaming and trying to exhort the coach to call better plays. It was a disappointing loss that I hope the Giants will learn from.

Freeze Frame

Yesterday, I had an opportunity to work for a sports photography company taking pictures of the Raiders-Hawks football games. I was very excited for this new job and I definitely didn't have an qualms about how I was going to perform because I love photography. When I got there, I tried to assimilate all of my mom's friend's instructions as I received the nearly $5,000 camera I would be using for the rest of the day. I got into position on the Hillsdale sideline and to anyone who didn't know what I was doing, I may have looked like a pariah, standing all alone the whole day. I felt like an eminent NFL photographer, but on a much smaller scale. As I zoomed in on some of the players' faces, I could see the angry and vengeful demeanor of most of the players. While I was waiting between plays, I noticed that Weigel decided to make a cameo at the game. After watching him get worked up over the coaches' play calling, I could tell he wanted to commandeer one of the teams and run his own game.

Get Money

As winter gets closer and closer, my store, Mt. Everest Ski Shop, gets busier every weekend. During the months in between Summer and Winter, I've grown used to the relatively empty and slow days at work. That is why it was such an aberration when seemingly hundreds of people with their eccentric and wild kids kept coming through our doors this Saturday and Sunday to rent some skis. I barely had time to even stop to go to the bathroom! On top of our new wave of business, I had to train two new employees on Saturday. I had to do everything a little slower so that they could emulate my actions. On the upside, I sold many pairs of skis and boot to all kinds of people, some foreign and enigmatic and some gregarious and full of brio. By the time it hit five o'clock, i was completely disinterested in skis and just wanted to lay in bed.

I Believe

I believe in a thing called love

I believe in myself

I believe that Taco Bell is a 5 star eating establishment. 

Fishing On The Susquehanna In July by Billy Collins

I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna or on any river for that matter to be perfectly honest.  Not in July or any month have I had the pleasure--if it is a pleasure-- of fishing on the Susquehanna.  I am more likely to be found in a quiet room like this one-- a painting of a woman on the wall,  a bowl of tangerines on the table-- trying to manufacture the sensation of fishing on the Susquehanna.  There is little doubt that others have been fishing on the Susquehanna,  rowing upstream in a wooden boat, sliding the oars under the water then raising them to drip in the light.  But the nearest I have ever come to fishing on the Susquehanna was one afternoon in a museum in Philadelphia  when I balanced a little egg of time in front of a painting in which that river curled around a bend  under a blue cloud-ruffled sky, dense trees along the banks, and a fellow with a red bandanna  sitting in a small, green flat-bottom boat holding the thin whip of a pole.  That is something I am unlikely ever to do, I remember saying to myself and the person next to me.  Then I blinked and moved on to other American scenes of haystacks, water whitening over rocks,  even one of a brown hare who seemed so wired with alertness I imagined him springing right out of the frame.

I like this poem a lot because it talks about how he imagines fishing on the Susquehanna. I really enjoy fishing in the summer, so i can relate to this. Collins also uses a lot of imagery to convey the scene and paint a mental picture.

Quote

"It is difficult to get the news from poetry, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there." - William Carlos Williams

I think this is saying that poetry is hard to understand at times and it can be hard for everyone to interpret it.