Feel Good Friday, February 1, 2013
St. Pete and the Superbowl
This Superbowl is going it be the oddest, personally, in my life. Leading up to the all the action on Sunday, my family is having a garage sale on Saturday. It has expanded to the whole neighborhood so we are expecting thousands of buyers. Well, maybe dozens. After putting that mess to bed, I will be starting Happy Hour. That may be as soon as 1:00 p.m.
Sunday, early, I will participate in my regular tennis match with some buddies. A shower afterwards and then the real fun begins. I am packing the car and driving to St. Petersburg, Florida in preparation for an elementary school Author visit that starts first thing Monday morning. Since it’s about a five hour drive, I figure it’s best to go a day early and, like the good Boy Scout, be prepared.
That leaves me alone in a strange town where I don’t know anyone, to watch the biggest sporting event of the year, surrounded by strangers. St. Pete is by Tampa and since the Buccaneers and the Dolphins don’t figure in to the final game mix, none of us will have a dog in this fight, so I figure the crowd should be evenly divided between 49’er and Ravens fans.
I am rooting for San Francisco. If they don’t win, I don’t really care. But my reasoning is simple. I think they are the classier organization. After all, it was the home of Joe Montana and Jerry Rice, who despite what Randy Moss says, is the best receiver to have ever played the game.
My problem with the Ravens is strictly personal. Ok… I like Joe Flacco. But the only other player of significance on the team is, soon to be retired, Ray Lewis. So much of the focus for this game is on Ray Lewis and the fact that he has been a great football player. As he gears up for a post football career, his sudden embrace of spirituality feels as contrived as a passenger on a jet as if falls out of the sky, suddenly asking God for forgiveness. The worst criminals in our prisons routinely find Jesus once they are incarcerated. Ray’s past, for me, won’t go away any more than Michael Vick’s dog fighting or Sandusky’s pedophilia. It will always feel wrong, and all his talent aside, I can’t forget.
Come Monday morning, no matter who wins, it all gets better as I take my music, stories and poetry to Melrose Elementary school. The Kiwanis Club of Sunshine City, in St. Pete, is purchasing my books to give to the school and bringing me in to spread my message of literacy and family values. I truly love performing for kids and believe me, there is no sweeter sound in the world than a room full of kids belly laughing at my jokes.
So it’s on to the weekend. Do I feel good? You bet’cha.