I would like to clarify my past football thoughts. They were written on very little sleep. And I was very crabby. What I was trying to say can basically be summarized as follows:
The Riders are too complacent. Complacent that they’ll turn it around. Complacent that the hitch pass will eventually work. Complacent to not change anything. Complacent to think that fans are going to keep coming to see this crap they call football. I’m sick of it. The end.
On to other things…
I went 24 hours without sleep yesterday. After my last night shift, which involved a whole pot of coffee being spilled on the floor and the near-explosion of a washing machine, my Mom and sister and I drove up to Waskesiu. None of us was really in a state to drive. Mom’s leg is broken. I hadn’t slept all night. Michelle had never driven in a city before. Needless to say, I didn’t sleep on the way there. I kept my eye out on things.
The day was beautiful and I was just happy to get away from Rosthern. It’s time to leave. High time. I was ready to leave a long time ago. We ate at the Hawood Inn along the beach, well, kind of along the beach, relaxed with bad magazines by the water, shopped and ate ice cream at the Big Olaf. I live to smell the Big Olaf. That is how I want heaven to smell like. The Big Olaf. I think I slept for a total of 20 minutes on the way home, woken up by callers calling the 650 AM sports show, lamenting and blasting the Riders’ loss. That sports show is so bad. I can’t stand listening to it. Just like I can’t stand listening o Rider fans anymore…
Today I was off to the dentist. I have great teeth again! I felt so tired that I almost fell asleep in the dentist’s chair, until the hygenist, who was none too gentle, hit a nerve near my gum line. I just about screamed.
When I got home, I turned on CNN. The destruction of Hurricane Katrina is mind-bogling. As is the description that it’s “just like Hiroshima”. But Hiroshima could have been avoided, was produced by a bomb dropped by Americans…I can’t accept that description. The contexts are way too different.
There are many sad stories, as many as there are about people who were stupid enough to think they could wait out the storm. Those I feel especially sorry for are those who were too poor, old, or sick to be able to escape. And for the animals. Especially a seal who was washed miles away from his marina home and left on a parking lot, finally shot by police as they couldn’t keep him dehydrated and had nowhere for him to go.
But the saddest story I’ve seen was a reporter interviewing a man who looked completely lost. In broken bits and pieces he was able to get out the story of he and his wife, hanging on to their roof for dear life. She finally was holding on to him. She knew they couldn’t hold on to each other very much longer. She told him to look after the kids. To go on. She let go and drifted away. The reporter cried. The man looked completely broken, beyond repair as he wandered down the street, his hand in that of a boy. He was completely lost.
There are a few lessons to learn from this storm. 1. Evacuate. Go away if authorities tell you to. 2. Superdomes are not always the strongest structures. Ask the Titanic. And finally: We have all of this technology. We think we can save the world. We fear terrorists, things we can stop if we try hard enough. We think we’re invicible. But Mother Nature can still kick the living crap out of us.