Ben Ice discusses all the hot topics in the NFL for this week.
So I am watching Titanic with my daughter. She is snuggled in, eating popcorn and smiling at me, pleased that we are finally watching this awesome (her words, not mine) movie together. Just hours before, I watched disconsolately as the Chicago Bears lost their way at home against the Tennessee Titans, the event that triggered this heinous punishment.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so intense about a football game. At 12, she loves being a cheerleader, but football bores her. So I guess we are even on that account, as I agonized over the extended plot line and mushy tragic romance that is the core of the movie. As one of my writers, Mark Strausberg remarked, “…Titanic is one of the most excruciating big budget movies ever made. I wanted the ship to just hit the iceberg already and hopefully send Leo DiCaprio overboard.”
Thanks Mark. I didn’t have the energy to give that sopping mess any kind of review, but it was good to know someone else felt my pain, even as he was twisting the knife in between my ribs.
Each time the Titans made a defensive stop, a first down or a score, my daughter would pinball around the living room, squealing and dancing, once in a while shooting me with her fingers with a Cheshire Cat grin. I tried to beg off, but she had the DVD out of the sleeve and into the player before I could get off the sofa.
Such is the suffering caused by predicting a loss by the Titans. I won’t make that mistake again. Let someone else risk their sanity, I’m back on the Titan train, even if I’m riding in the caboose.
That’s all the penance I’m willing to pay. There isn’t a Hail Mary strong enough to wash away the pain inflicted for that three-hour tour. I definitely have to be more careful about some of my predictions from now on.
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