Special offer

One Shining Moment, One Pitiful One

By
Services for Real Estate Pros with MyREALTY.com

I watched the NCAA men's basketball championship.  I'm happy for Kansas.  As far as states go they deserve more credit.  It's just too bad they don't play their games along I-70.
 
Afterwards, I waited for one of the players to hurt themselves while cutting down the nets. An NBA career ruined.  A free ladder for a lifetime of painting.
 
I don't mean to be cruel, or doubt the tradition of taking part of the goal as a souvenir; it's just something I think to keep from crying.
 
I must fortify my brain with the dark and sardonic.  Somebody please throw on some Girls Gone Wild or crank some classic rock.  I need any kind of distraction from the habit of letting down my man-shield during the CBS tradition of "One Shining Moment."  It’s a musical montage of the tournaments ups and downs, and they play it at the end of every men's basketball tourney.  And it doesn't matter how I prepare, I cry.
 
It is a little weird, a month of fierce competition topped with Luther Vandross.  And it has to be one of the cheesiest pop songs around.  I'm not sure if Mr. Vandross, or any R & B singer, would want it to be their legacy.  A whimsical tune with electronic horns that leaves a balding, white guy sobbing in his queso.
 
The only words I know to One Shining Moment are the first few, "The ball is tipped…" and from there I'm wrestling with tears.  Early in our relationship I tried to hide it from my wife, but my nose would make funny noises.  Once safe on the other side of marriage, I let it all out.  I'm happy that I can make her laugh.
 
I still would like to end the bawling.  Now that I have a son I need to set a better example.  Sure, I want him to know that it's OK to cry, maybe not at 2am every night, but in general, a guy cry can be a healthy thing.  I just don't want him associating basketball and singing to crying, thus a lifetime of being inconsolable during High School Musical.
 
But last night, with my progeny safe in his crib, I let Luther get to me again.  It's so inspiring.  Or it could be the good basketball is over, and we're left with our local underachieving pros.  

 

 

MyREALTY Mortgage dot com for real, live mortgage help!