I actually watched the 1972 NBA All Star game last weekend. I kid you not. And I found it strangely intriguing. Sure, it doesn't hurt that you're watching the best of the best duke it out at the Forum, but there was something else. For one, there weren't ads and banners hocking cell phones and diet drinks all around the court. In fact, the court itself appeared to be the apex of what a court should be. A couple 70's colors and "The Forum" in a circle at the center. Simple, but not plain. And not a hint of commercialism. Cara pointed out the player's shorts weren't the shiny, baggy, distracting garments you see today. And all the light in the place was focused on the court rather than the rafters of spectators; makes sense. And you know what else? What you saw on your TV screen was the game, not a tickertape of numbers and stats and continuous gibberish rolling across the bottom half of the screen in 20 different hues. When points were scored, you got "east vs west" and the tally superimposed over the action for a couple seconds. Brilliant! And something else, too. Despite many greats in the game, nobody was hanging off the backboards, not a lot of hot-dogging and the commentary was concise and unobtrusive. Simply put, it was an entertaining, un-sensationalized, basketball game.
Started a terrific rant yesterday but lost interest. And it's been a while since I've had a good rant.
OK then. I'll move onto the latest. Spring is almost here, and with it, some great excitement to roll my sleeves up and put the finishing touches on the lodge, get the cars out of storage, move things in, and maybe try out that hammock Cara convinced me to buy 2 years ago that's still wrapped up. Things would move a lot faster, and my creative drive wouldn't be so tempered if I weren't working 40 hours a week in a cube farm, totally under-utilized. And despite warnings from friends and elders that going full-time where I work was a bad idea, the bills still must be paid. The silver lining is that I do not consider my occupation to be a career for me, though many would be thankful to have such a job. And more unfortunate, this is not really the economy to go job-hunting. But spending time at the office, and placing the majority of passion in outside activities yields an interesting perspective that makes one wonder, is everyone else just doing this for the money? Or do they genuinely enjoy frowning all day, complaining about their jobs and counting their years to retirement?
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