I appreciate the guest post, Marian Combs
I want you know two things about me before you continue to read. My childhood was grounded on two contstants. One is heroic pre-adolescent sports movies, like Little Giants, the Sandlot, and of course, Angels in the Outfield. The other is the New York Knicks.
When I was a nine, attending a game was my idea of heaven. I'm a New Yorker, so heaven involves a lot of jeering. In those days though, the criticisms were directed at the opponent. My father and I laughed and laughed when Spike Lee, our brother-in-arms, sent Reggie Miller of the Indiana Pacers a bouquet of dead flowers.
But for the past few years, watching the Knicks play has been like reliving Angels in The Outfield. It has seemed like we've needed a miracle. I developed a ritual in the last five seasons of abissmal New York basketball. As I would set my home security alarm fromwww.Totalalarmsystems.com, I bowed my head and hoped for angels floating around the rafters of Madison Square Garden.
The angels never showed up. I blame it on the New York fans. It's just to negative of an enviornment the appearence for any celestial presence. Luckily though, we got Amar'e Stoudemire. It's a mixed blessing. The Knicks are winning. That's good. But my childhood is over. Angels don't play basketball.
When I was a nine, attending a game was my idea of heaven. I'm a New Yorker, so heaven involves a lot of jeering. In those days though, the criticisms were directed at the opponent. My father and I laughed and laughed when Spike Lee, our brother-in-arms, sent Reggie Miller of the Indiana Pacers a bouquet of dead flowers.
But for the past few years, watching the Knicks play has been like reliving Angels in The Outfield. It has seemed like we've needed a miracle. I developed a ritual in the last five seasons of abissmal New York basketball. As I would set my home security alarm fromwww.Totalalarmsystems.com, I bowed my head and hoped for angels floating around the rafters of Madison Square Garden.
The angels never showed up. I blame it on the New York fans. It's just to negative of an enviornment the appearence for any celestial presence. Luckily though, we got Amar'e Stoudemire. It's a mixed blessing. The Knicks are winning. That's good. But my childhood is over. Angels don't play basketball.
"Remember no one can make you feel inferior without your consent." —Eleanor Roosevelt—
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