Saturday, November 19, 2005
THE HAIL MARY BAG
I got in from playing my solo jazz gig at The Wardell about 1am, had a beer, and watched some Charlie Rose while Di, there on the couch next to me, sweetly snored to the cadence of the Dalai Lama's responses . I woke her 'round 2 to go up to bed. But instead of going in the direction of the stairs, she, and with a perplexed look on her face, headed in exactly the opposite direction - and seemingly with purpose. I asked where she was going and in her own special way she alerted me that she was "looking for the Hail Mary Bag".
Rather cryptic, I quickly determined, which to my demented mind means I have found a gem with which I can eke as much entertainment value as is humanly possible. "What's a Hail Mary Bag?" I asked, knowing full well that the response was going to be as other worldly as the initial statement. I wasnt disappointed. She began speaking in tongues. But I pressed on until she finally gained enough consciousness to admit that she was baffled as to what a Hail Mary Bag was too. I slept soundly knowing that the statement I had written on my hand as a reminder was ripe fodder for tomorrow's blog.
This afternoon was the annual Lehigh-Lafayette college football matchup. Unfortunately, I had so much work to do to finish up the cabinets I'm building for Davio's in Philly, that I couldnt attend the game. After watching a good portion of the 1st half I determined that "time was a-wastin" and got back to work.
And then I got hungry.
When I came in from the shop there were groans coming from the couch. With about 36 seconds left in the game, Lafayette had failed to complete a critical pass on 3rd down and 10. An even more critical 4th and 10 loomed and after determining that a 54 yard field goal was out of range, the Pards decided to go for a first down.
They were probably on the 35 yard line and after the ball was snapped and the quarter back was jostled in the backfield a couple of times, Lafayettes hopes were fading fast. But out of the corner of his eye, the QB spotted his main man heading toward the end zone, and on an off foot, executed a perfect pass which was caught and brought across the line, with a 360 degree spin in the end zone winning the game and the Patriot League Championship.
The quarterback had managed to pull the winning pass, as I obviously see now, right outta the bag - The Hail Mary Bag!
I guess Di forgot she leant it to the team.
Man, am I lucky to have a wife so wise.
Go Pards!
