(That was Hyman Roth (in The Godfather, Part II), musing
wistfully about the good old days.)
It's not often I find myself agreeing
with Hyman Roth. Or Newt Gingrich. As far as Newt goes, here's the
last one, about 20 years ago.
But this one, all these years later,
has him back on my good side. At least for the moment:
First: I have never been a sports buff.
No,
seriously. I watch the Blazers, the Timbers, and the Seahawks when they're already on, mostly
because of the friends I have who do the same, and why would I want
to see my friends miserable and not be able to talk about it with them? But
I've
always rooted for the Packers – even if I couldn't name a
single player on either team – simply because the town owned them and the NFL
owners hated them for that very reason. In Green Bay, there are
middle class and blue collar homes from one end of town to the other with framed
share certificates over the fireplace mantel next to the
grandchildren and the Blessed Virgin Mary.
Several months ago, I was riding down
5th Street headed west, and I realized that a pickup truck in front
of me had a licence plate holder saying "I'm A Packer Stock
Holder" – and I chased it for three or four blocks before it
turned of at an intersection where I was blocked. I just wanted to
tell the driver how much I envied him.
I suppose that it will be another
twenty years until Newt has another idea that's actually good. So
let's enjoy this moment while it's here.
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