Frank, Franco and figuring it out

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I was thinking earlier today about perspective, and how a situation appears really depends on who’s viewing it. (This half-hour of the Mr. Obvious Show is brought to you by Anacin. Anacin: Still around.)

Like take the video above. Arguably one of the greatest NFL moments ever. I’m a fan of the Titans. I like Frank Wycheck. This was one of the greatest moments I’ve ever seen. I get chills when I hear Mike Keith yell, “THERE ARE NO FLAGS ON THE FIELD!!!”

You want to ask Wade Phillips about this play? Wade Phillips is still pissed. I assure you.

Or, take it back even further. John Madden: Still Pissed at Franco Harris. Nobody in Oakland is calling that the Immaculate Reception. Nobody in Buffalo calls the former the Music City Miracle. They call it HOSED. Straight. Hosed.

I fell off my daily posting challenge to myself because my life got in the way. I could consider it a failure, or I could consider it shifting my focus to other things that needed my attention — the last couple weeks of the MBA session, my job hunt, my father, my sister, the litter of kittens that showed up unexpectedly outside a few weeks ago ( … eek), spending time with friends, etc. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to write or didn’t have anything to say. It was that I didn’t have the time to devote to it at the level I’d wanted. I’d rather not turn out a crap product. It’s not in my DNA.

I think (at least I hope) I’m going to have some choices to make in the upcoming weeks and months, and I’m going to have to rely on a lot of instinct and a lot of support. Every decision I make, I try to do right by those who matter most — my father, especially. He needs a spotter more than anybody. The right decision, of course, is going to be a matter of perspective. Not everybody will see the “right” decision the same. That can’t be my problem. Not anymore.

When I get time to sit back down, though, I’ll have to share my latest obsession and newest “if there was a way to get paid to do this, I’d do this for a living” idea. I’m dreadful.