After Tieraney got home and the kids were in bed, I watched The State. Ah, The State. I'd recently watched season one since I bought it on iTunes, so I started with season two. Something happened at the end, though, when the credits ran; I was hit with melancholy. Nostalgia. The fact that I'm old.
I was about 24 when season two aired, as I was reminded by the copywrite, and aside from the iTunes episodes, I haven't seen any of these since then. So, it's not like the 80s music that doesn't send me back to the 80s because I've been listening to it throughout my life. I just as much associate Abba, for instance, with rollerblading in New York City as I do with sleeping in the back seat of my parents car on the way home from Grammie and Pop's. There's no distinct point in my life for any of this.
But The State is rooted solidly in the mid-90s, which were pretty much a fantastic time for me (was The Greatest March Since Washington in '95?). Not that I'm not enjoying certain aspects of life now more than many aspects back then, but I still saw myself for a moment lying down on the crappy couch in the 44th St. apartment, all the lights off, the TV lighting up the room as the closing theme for the "The State" tries to overpower the car horns and jackhammers 10 stories below. I missed it.
Not to worry, though. Tomorrow is the announcement of the NHL schedule, which puts hockey within reach along with football. The Seahawks play in Minnesota on November 22nd. If the Wild play at home that same weekend, I just may have to make the trip.
Life gets sneaky with a QB option good for 11 yards.
Life's ball: 1st and 10 on their own 34.

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