And now, our co-champion from the pool, Scott Burkett, has his blog forthwith!
First of all, congratulations to Emma who cleaned my (and everyone else’s) clock for most of the tournament. She excelled throughout the whole bracket and I was saved by a lucky (or unlucky) last pick. But here goes anyway . . .
So, here I am trying to be a guest blogger on a site that I truly enjoy while dealing with a case of guilt like I’m going to Mass on the way home from buying birth control at the local pharmacy. I truly hate the fact that I’m writing this at all – I’d have much preferred reading the guest blog of a jubilant Tar Heel that picked us to win and was now reliving their rapturous weekend in San Antonio.
Unfortunately, my father was all but a professional poker player (and not averse to placing a few sports bets either) and he always – always! – stressed that you love with your heart and you bet with your head. Sadly, I’ve thought that Kansas was the best team in the country all year. Good guards, a great 3 in Rush and 4 bigs that all play hard and have skills. Sure, we could have won if we played really well, but we didn’t and that’s that. I won’t forget, however, how many games we gutted out this year or how many times I told everyone that I knew that I loved this team and how hard they played.
So, enough of that. I thought that I’d like to take just a minute of everyone’s time to explain why I got hooked on reading Ian’s blog in the first place. I remember those days in ’89 and ’90 when you had to get up early or know someone who did to get a DTH on Wednesday mornings. Between the crossword, Calvin and Hobbes and Wednesday’s Child, if you didn’t have a DTH by 9:30 you didn’t have a shot of seeing one.
As much as I liked those columns, though, the main reason that I read the blog and kept on reading was that I happened to catch one of Ian’s letters to Lucy within the first few days of visiting. I remember reading it and sitting stock still in my chair for a couple of minutes and then going back and reading it again. It felt like I wrote that piece about my own child, though I doubt I could have done it with half the skill that Ian did.
I’ve felt that way a million times about my own children. I’m stunned and humbled seeing the pure goodness that radiates from these small things that sprang from my wife’s body and introduced me to the person that I’m supposed to be. It’s like someone pressure washed all of the dreck from a few pieces of my personality, put them together with many more pieces of my wife’s personality and then repackaged it into a living reminder of that there are good things in the world – even if my daughter did spend the better part of a month trying to convince me that Daddies really should wear panties since girls don’t like underwear (I think I’m going to need about a year of therapy to fully parse that one long conversation with a 4 year old).
Ian – Thanks for reminding me that the written word is a powerful thing and the written words of people that love you are gems beyond price. My children will have a few simple words from their father every few months to remind them that they have been loved and treasured their entire lives.
I hope I can join in some of the conversations that happen around here now that I’ve gotten over my temporary case of lurking and I hope that I can participate in next year’s pool. I promise I’ll pick the Heels if I think that they are the best team and if I don’t pick them I promise that I’ll be pulling for them and hoping to read a guest blog from one of you guys on the Tuesday after a great weekend in Detroit.
in June, Caroline will turn six, and Wyatt will be two