It didn’t take much. It never does, honestly. We’ll sporadically hit each other up to shoot the breeze, and the next thing you know, a collaboration post is in the works. See, this is a process that isn’t unique to TSFJ. We have a stable of writers who respect each others’ work, love to write with each other, support each other, push creative limits and challenge each other.
So when Ed and I chopped it up on Gchat on Saturday night, the signs of collaboration were brewing, even if neither of us saw it coming initially. He was watching Super Bowl XXXIX, which startled me, but he soon turned it off, because it was making him so angry. At that point, the light bulb went off, and it was time to get to writing.
What are the games you will absolutely, undeniably, unequivocally never watch again?
People are enamored by memories, and for good reason. Memories last a lifetime, and when people reminisce about certain games, they tend to remember the good times, the ones that make them feel like they were on top of the world.
But what about the games that make you feel like crap? You know, the ones that can spoil even the most perfect day you can be having at that particular time? Seriously, I can be with my nephews on one hand, or getting ready to get it on with a lady with some Marvin Gaye, R. Kelly or Teddy P. in the background on the other. For some God-forsaken reason, though, let a reminder of Game Seven of the 2010 NBA Finals come across the Hoshitoshi and it will be time for the babies to go back home to their mama and for ‘ol girl to go home. That game, just one of the five that will be highlighted between Ed and me, is one that infuriates me to no return.
As you read this post, think back to where you were, what you were doing, the people who were around and all that good stuff when the games that literally make you sick were played. Were there young children around? Did your old lady have to put you out of the house, because you broke everything in sight? Did your neighbors call the police on you? Were there people out there literally concerned for your well-being? After that, let’s converse. This could be the start of some healing …
… but probably not.