It’s a dark day in Dobbs Ferry. Not only is it cold and rainy, but the New Orleans Saints have a head start on the Giants with two touchdowns. I realized this happened when the drone of the game on the TV was suddenly silent. Jay is sitting in the den, in his favorite chair, watching the movements of the players, with no sound. Perhaps it’s easier to watch upsetting things when you don’t have to hear anyone cheer about it.
I really knew they were in trouble when he didn’t turn his head as I entered the room. That’s why I pivoted and left without stopping to say a word.
So I went to the kitchen and turned on the set to watch a field goal that did little to halt the Saints offense. I’m worried; but why? I’m not the one in this family who attempts to coach the Giants, long distance. I watch the coaches and team captains anxiously confer with all of the anguish on their faces, trying to figure out how to slow down on halt the offensive aggression of the Saints and know I wouldn’t know what to advise them. But Jay, no doubt, thinks he’s got the answers, but I’m not about to go back and listen.
After the third touchdown by the Saints, I poked my head into the den and found that the sound was still off the TV and Jay had gone to sleep. Isn’t the perfect form of denial?
While Jay slept, the Giants scored a touchdown, bringing the score to 20-10. Hey, why am I the one who’s keeping score? But, before I even get a chance to mull this over: TOUCHDOWN! The Saints score again.
Now I have to make a big decision. Am I going to absorb this visual torture while Jay continues to sleep, or turn the tube off and do what he does…ignore the obvious?
But, before I turn off the tube, the Giants score another touchdown. Now the score is 27-17, Saints. But the Giants seem to have picked up some steam and really want to get even. At least that’s the case for the offensive. The Giants defense can’t seem to put up a wall against the Saints. So I peek into the den again. This time, Jay is snoring, very loudly. Even though the sound is off, he seems to be totally blocking out the information. There is no possibility that he’ll hear the bad news.
Why did it take so long for me to decide not to be the one who has to absorb the bad news? I'm done doing color commentary on the Giants today. If you want the final score, check out the sports news tonight. I’m going to watch a Lifetime TV movie. Less stress.