Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Act Naturally

Welcome to "the Polar Vortex - Redux" or some such thing.  If this week's weather has a cousin that decides to come to visit in this neck of the woods this time next week, then would that not make the Super Bowl a "must watch" - not for action on the field but for the "Race to Hypothermia" in the stands?  Apparently NFL Commish Roger Goodell has already expressed his intention to sit out in the elements and watch the game - having made that declaration at some time on Conference Championship Sunday.  Will he stand by his declaration if we the people of the State of Concrete Gardens find ourselves with Old Man Winter's fist firmly clenched around our throats on February's first Sunday?  Only time will tell.

I flipped the channel from the Rangers game against the Capitals on Sunday night to the NFC Championship Game in time to see/hear/experience the post-game interview that Richard Sherman of the Seahawks gave to Erin Andrews of Fox.  In fairness to Richard Sherman, I have no idea what 49ers receiver Michael Crabtree said to him and/or about him in Arizona last summer, which apparent slight Sherman subsequently offered up as his explanation for his rant although according to something I read on the Sports Illustrated web site on Monday, reportedly Crabtree challenged Sherman to a fight while the two were attending the same charity event.   Yesterday I read a piece on in which an unidentified individual who attended the charity event and who apparently has no connection, familial or otherwise, to either Crabtree or Sherman, has reported that it was Sherman who challenged Crabtree to a fight at the event and not the other way around.  Suffice it to say, these two men are not likely to sign up as teammates for a three-legged race any time soon.   

If you spent the entirety of Sunday evening watching the NFC Championship Game, which the Missus and I did not, then you missed quite an incredible story on NBC's Dateline program.  In mid-January 2012 a woman named Kelli Lynne Groves was driving northbound on California's Highway 101 with her two daughters, the older of whom was ten years old and the younger of whom was only ten weeks old.  As they neared a town named Buellton the BMW sedan that Ms. Groves was driving was crushed under a big rig whose driver lost control of his truck, rode along the top of the BMW for upwards of fifty feet before his truck flipped over the side of a bridge and down into a ravine some seventy-five feet below.  The driver of the truck died.  Ms. Groves and her two little girls were left trapped inside of a car that was barely recognizable as a car - let alone a BMW sedan - teetering percariously over the side of the bridge.  

The remarkable part of this story is that Ms. Groves and both of her daughters - all of whom were trapped inside of the BMW for upwards of two hours -all lived to tell the tale.  The werewithal of the firefighters and EMTs who responded to the scene coupled with the engineering know-how and willingness to assist of a group of Navy Seabees who happened to be heading southbound on the 101 in the same general area of the accident at the time it happened proved more than up to the task of rescuing Ms. Groves and her two little girls.  And Ms. Groves never lost her head - in spite of being confronted with circumstances that would have made doing so seem not only understandable but expected.  

It is the type of story that tends to restore one's faith - even one as jaded as Yours truly - in humanity.  It is absolutely worth a look. 

And just so you do not labor under the mistaken impression that every member of Pete Carroll's Seahawk team is as impossible to root for as Richard Sherman might have tried to make himself out to be, spend sixty seconds or so with Derrick Coleman.  I had never heard of Derrick Coleman until I saw his Duracell commercial.   

Now I hope I hear about him for years to come.


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