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November 08, 2006
November 7th vs. October 27th
I can't help it. I've been walking around all day trying not to call attention to myself by laughing or doing little fist-pumps. I haven't felt this feeling of "things are going to be a lot different, and a lot better" since October 27, 2004.
And today and 10/27 had a lot in common. I could sort of let myself dream that it might happen, but didn't want to do anything to jinx it. I'd had my heart broken before, whether in 1986, 2003, or November 2000, but I kept hoping. There were foes - Red Birds in 2004, Red States yesterday - but I was a lot more worried about my side shooting itself in the foot than about anything the enemy could bring.
I'll still give the slight edge to 10/27, because I spent all that night calling everyone I knew. And because 86 years is a lot longer than six.
But I can't help feeling like Charle Brown, as his foot finally connects with that football.
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