I hate Spiderman

OK. It was my fault.

Last night was the first Rockies playoff game that I've watched from start to almost finish. During their prior playoff sweeps, it began as kind of a mistake that I missed the start of the games and got interested in something else on TV. While watching whatever else I was interested in I would flip to the game occasionally and check the score. About 4 - 5 games into their run, I started thinking that maybe the fact that I'm not really watching the games start to finish might have something to do with their success. I know this sounds crazy…

Now much like Steven Colbert, I'm not superstitious…just a little stitious. So for that reason I decided that the sane thing to do was to dispel this theory and go ahead and watch WS game 1 start to finish. So I sat down and watched the pre-game, player introductions, etc.

Well, I learned my lesson.

And when I saw Toby McGuire celebrating during the middle to late innings I decided that I should channel my hatred of what was happening in the game into something more productive. Therefore, I swear from this point forward to change my feelings concerning a super heroes. Up to this point in my life, Spiderman was my favorite superhero. Not any longer. I shall never watch another Spiderman movie as long as I live. The Flash is now my favorite. (Specifically, The Flash #2 (Barry Allen, 1956 - 1986). This is the one my mother used as a model for my 1960-ish Halloween costume, complete with silver lightning bolts on the sides of my ankles and head to make it look like I was running real fast. And therefore defying many of the same laws of physics that Barry violated in the DC comic books.)

And I promise to go back to the way I was watching the Rockies during their incredible streak. Specifically, watching something else and using my 'channel back' button to occasionally check on the score.

Forgive me...

Guess what I'm about to do...

Well, in just 5-6 months I'll begin the next chapter(s) of what's left of my life. To prepare, my brother has been kind enough to recommend a couple of books. One by Max Lucado (a fellow Mighty Mustang from Andrews, TX) and another fellow whose name I forget. However, the title of this other fellow's book is the 4 Hour Work Week. I'm about half way through the book, and it has made me question why I've delayed my retirement as long as I have. I think he refers to this delay as deferring happiness. I don't have any explanations...maybe a feeling that I would run out of money, or maybe simply a fear of the unknown. Whatever the reason, I'm starting to dream a little about my post corporation life. And I am excited. I've already been doing plenty of dreaming about what the remaining chapter(s) might be like. And as soon as I pare them down to just a few, maybe I can start a coherent blog. Until then, if you're reading this we're probably related and I would appreciate all positive feedback you have to offer. Otherwise, please follow some advice from a previous generation...'If you don't have anything nice to say, wait until you do before you start talking (writing)'.