Back when I was a sophomore in high school, a classmate of mine, big bad Carl Myers, got the drop on me and landed a sucker punch right to my gut. It was the first and last time that happened. In any event, it’s hard to forget that sickening feeling of getting the wind knocked out of you – the instant and simultaneous sensation that you’re going to blackout and puke at the same time.
When I woke up this morning and saw the “highlights” of how the Yankees got pounded in this game, coupled with seeing the scores of the games for Boston and Seattle, I started to get that feeling again – a brilliant flash of blinding light followed by an increasing dimming towards total darkness along with involuntary spasms of the stomach.
And, as long as I continue to think about this game and the residual standings impact for the Yankees, I keep feeling that way. Therefore, for the sake of hoping to have a better day (as compared to how it started when I turned on the news at five AM this morning), I’m not going to think about it any more.
Ever see the Star Trek episode “Requiem for Methuselah” where Spock does a mini-mind-meld on Kirk at the end and whispers “Forget“? That’s what I need about now.