Given all the snow in New York and my mother’s concern about it (she lives at the end of a country road and her steep driveway is treacherous when icy), I didn’t have a chance to ask her how she felt about Andy Pettitte retiring.
“I’m still sad about it,” I said on the phone with her today.
“Well, it’s definitely the end of an era,” she said. “And he was such a nice young man.”
“He seemed to be,” I said. “I cried when I watched his press conference.”
“I can just picture that,” she said with a laugh, knowing me well.
“So his not being a Yankee anymore doesn’t bother you that much?” I said.
She didn’t answer right away, then: “Not really, since there’s nothing we can do about it.”
And just like that, my mother put the whole thing in perspective: There’s nothing we can do about it. Might as well move on.
I also asked her if she was watching the Super Bowl.
“I don’t even know who’s playing,” she said.
After we got off the phone, I turned on the game to check the score. And then I turned it off. More entertaining to me than the football itself was the brouhaha over Christina Aguilera’s botching of the “National Anthem.”
Never mind that she screwed up the words. What really irritated me was her relentless over-singing. Why must every syllable become three or four? She made my ears bleed, as the expression goes.
P.S. Since I wrote this, I discovered that A-Rod and Cameron (sorry, Cam-Rod) were at the Super Bowl and that Fox’s camera caught Cameron feeding him popcorn. Here’s the evidence.
Maybe he will propose to her on V-Day? On the other hand, he could have done the deed tonight in Dallas. A romantic guy like him could have hidden the ring in the popcorn bag and then….Oh, look! It all could have been caught on camera too.