Acceptance

This past weekend I watched part of the 1980 Stanley Cup Finals on ESPN Classic. They were showing the game in which the New York Islanders score in sudden death overtime to beat the Philadelphia Flyers and win the Stanley Cup. This is what I have resorted to: getting excited about 25-year-old hockey games involving teams I don't care about that, despite the original drama involved, no longer have anything remotely connected to drama. And then I was thinking that somewhere, in some dank bar at 11am, some alcoholic with no more money may have been licking the bottom of an ashtray to get the last few drops of beer.

And it dawned on me that the pathetic drunk and I are basically the same guy now.