Lots of great sports action this week. As I write this, Notre Dame is beating the living daylights out of Penn State. Not a squeaker by any means, but still fun if you’re a Notre Dame fan.
Love the U.S. Open, as always, though I won’t get a chance to go this year. When is NYC going to figure out a traffic solution for events like the U.S. Open? Tomorrow I am going to the Mets game, and I can’t see any other solution but to drive to Manhattan and take the subway to Shea. It’s just too crazy this time of year, to go near that part of town in a car. What a drag.
And of course the Mets are…the number one team in baseball…I have not gloated at all this season. I have been too busy having a great time and loving all these great baseball games. I’m still not gloating, and I reiterate my view that all I want is the pennant. The pennant would make me the happiest woman in Brooklyn. Anything that happens after that is just icing on the cake. (I do love icing, though…)
I think that I have been very happy with distractions this week, because I am fairly preoccupied with the 9/11 anniversary. I try not to think about it, as we all do, but I have done a lot of thinking about it this week. I guess it’s unavoidable, with all the media coverage. I’ll write more about this on Monday, but I do want to relay one small story.
I was in Paragon Sports yesterday, looking for a pair of sneakers (I will be spending one hell of a lot of time on airplanes in the next six weeks, and want a new pair of traveling sneaks.) It was kind of crowded in Paragon, so I sort of struck up a conversation with two other women waiting for help. One was about my age, and must have been a nurse, or a psychiatrist, or some such. I’ll call her Nurse. The other was a very elderly lady, I’d say late 80s, God bless her, who started the conversation. She allowed that she couldn’t think of anything else but 9/11 and the anniversary. She couldn’t sleep, she couldn’t concentrate, we all know this song, etc. Nurse said, you have to talk to someone, you have to see a shrink, it will make you feel better. She then went on to explain the side effects of ignoring traumatic anniversaries such as these, and as she was talking, other people waiting around on the basement level of Paragon started to listen to her. She said that right now, there should be shrinks on every street corner in New York. (This got a lot of laughs, but a lot of nods as well.) She talked for a bit, and had our attention, and when she was done she wrote down a number for the older lady to call. The lady thanked her profusely, and said she’d really call, and talk to someone. Nurse turned to me and said, will you talk to someone, too?
I could have lied to her; it would have been very easy. I shook my head and said, no, actually, I won’t. I’m leaving for Denver on Tuesday and have too much to do before then to talk to anyone. Nurse looked at me and said, that’s a shame. I nodded and said, yeah, it is.
So I’m glad that Notre Dame is winning.
Go Irish.
Go somebody.
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