I started arranging my cloths, with some so-called proper
color-scheme at the forefront, because, really, doesn’t the old cliché ring
true? –Isn’t it true that cloths make the man?
In the nature of things, it must be true; that this idea, that cloths
make the man, does seem to be an old, long, ancient, running truth ---if you
remember the colors! I took note of that
when the first idea almost jumped out of the closet. It was a red shirt! “Yes,” I screamed and grabbed it, “The San Francisco
49ers will win!”
Then, of course, it went back and forth, until a Purple
shirt almost jumped out of my closet. “The
Baltimore Ravens will win!” Sure …that
might be cool, I thought, and took a moment to reflect about Ray Lewis …about
his career and if he could please just stop dancing …I thought about the nickel
defense, blitzing, ratio of blitzing to not blitzing, Colin Kaepernick and Joe
Flacco, the west coast offense, X’s and O’s …and then the colors exploded in my
eyes …
…It continued until I only saw black and white. Or, was it
the Silver and Black! Okay …It was just
that thought …black and white, or silver and black, when Marcus Allen, running
back of the Raiders, in Super Bowl XVIII, stops, rather, suddenly stopped and is
already reversing, appearing to glide, and then, he’s running full-speed in
another direction, and you haven’t taken a breath, they call it reversing-the-field,
from one side of the gridiron to the other, from full-speed east, to full-speed
west then north! Eventually, he runs 74
yards for the touchdown! With the
Raiders, on that particular day, it was a very black and white affair.
Okay …now its 49er red, and that one particularly great
Super Bowl, if not the greatest, Super Bowl, XVIII. It’s Joe Montana, calming the huddle, with a
remark to his offensive tackle, Harris Barton, “Hey …isn’t that John Candy in
the audience?” Reputedly, they all
stopped and gazed upward, breathing easy now.
…There was just over 3 minutes left, and they began their
drive. There was 92 yards between them
and absolute glory on the Super Bowl Gridiron!
They moved northward, beautifully, and with just 34 seconds left on the
clock Joe Montana finds John Taylor for a touchdown! Glory sits in the palm of their hand, they
win!
…I see Purple now, like a large bruise, an oil spill
spreading across the gulf. It’s Super
Bowl XXXV, the Ravens versus the Giants!
Sure, going in, we were once again excited, these two teams looked as if
they were opposing diametric adversaries, but no, Ali and Frazier became,
simply a beating.
The Giants limped away with just 152 yards on the day, bruised
horribly, and their offense never scored a point! This hadn’t happened in over 10 years, since Super
Bowl XXIII. It was a humiliating foot
note. But after the Ravens recorded 4
sacks, and forced 5 turnovers, perhaps, the Ravens defense should be remembered
for this hammering to the Giants? Yes.
Nonetheless, when I look down upon the Super Bowl Gridiron, I
won’t fail to notice that specifically, only US Marines, incorporate in their
uniform, fashionably, all the; Red White and Blue, that comprises our flag. Glorious Super Bowl Harbaugh Sunday!
The End
