Always look on the bright side of life…
If life seems jolly rotten,
There’s something you’ve forgotten!
And that’s to laugh and smile and dance and sing,
When you’re feeling in the dumps,
Don’t be silly chumps,
Just purse your lips and whistle — that’s the thing!
And… always look on the bright side of life…
As the election results (and cretinous Gold Glove awards) attempt to dull my exhiliration over the Sox’s championship, I think about the following, and smile afresh:
– My new championship hat, given to me by SF-Mom, diehard extraordinaire. It was handed to me by Mom as she said, with a beaming smile, "just like the ones they wore in the locker room". It was like being 10 years old again.
– my game 7 World Series ticket stub, also given to me yesterday, unused ,by SF-Mom. I have always kept an unused ticket stub from the 1975 World Series, for some reason a seat of ours was left empty that year. Not this time. This time the ticket is the sign of the best possible result, not of a sad vacancy at the Fens.
– the two Boston papers from the day after the championship, also handed off by SF-Mom (is there a better shepherd of Sox fanaticism than a mom who secures hats, ticket stubs, and newspapers at a son’s request?). Much better headlines on those dailies than the ones of the past two days, inarguably.
– Just like "1918", the genuinely stupid cheer "Year 2000 duh duh duh-duh-duh".
– the realization that though there are 59 million fearful, cynical pessimists out there voting, there are also 55 million other-minded souls, who have optimisitic hopes for our nation, including Sox fans and Yanks fans alike.