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Sunday, August 9, 2009

10 years ago this weekend...

So, I'm watching the NFL Hall of Fame game right now. And it reminds me of what I was doing exactly 10 years ago this weekend: I was actually covering this game as a writer for the Fort Worth Star-Telegram. This time, in 1999, it was the Cowboys against the Cleveland Browns, who were playing their very first game since their former owner, Art Modell, moved the original Browns from Cleveland to Baltimore a few years earlier.

Anyway, the summer of 1999 was a turning point in my life (and, it wasn't the right turn, I'm afraid to say). Back then, I was dating one woman who was really great. Just great. She got me. Not only was there physical attraction, but there was intellectual stimulation as well. Problem is, she was a mom. And I just wasn't ready to be an instant father. But I still went out with her because she was fun, and smart - (and not to mention good looking).

Now, what does the Cowboys-Browns game have to do with this story? I'd actually spent the first few days of that road trip in Wisconsin locales such as La Crosse, River Falls, or Green Bay covering NFL training camps. While I was in Green Bay, a really good friend of mine sent me roses and a bottle of wine to my hotel. This was a friend I had known for 5 years and I was really kind of crazy about but she had a boyfriend. She sent wine and roses and let me know that she was breaking up with her live-in boyfriend.

I was ecstatic and stopped going out with the girl whom I had so much in common with to be with the "friend" whom I had known for five years. Me and that "friend" would marry each other in September of the next year.

We had NOTHING in common.

And it was the biggest mistake of my life. I'm not going to bash my ex-wife here. Half of our problems were my fault, half were hers.

The interesting thing is, 10 years later, I've never met a woman like the one I was originally going out with, who totally got me.

I'm not in mourning or anything.

But it is funny what a football game makes you think about.



Blogger rodney said...

You need to drink this through. Forget beer. Get some red wine, or maybe a mixed drink that'll do the job. And get toasted. Nothing like getting toasted with old love on your mind. Even better if you could find the ol' Clapton song to play in the semi-darkness.
Do it right.

August 9, 2009 at 9:06 PM  
Blogger DawnB said...

my moto forget the past, never think about the one that got away or could have been. Look to the future.

PS: I would trade those miles for your speed any day.:)

August 9, 2009 at 9:27 PM  
Blogger Billy Burger said...

Did she send you a good that what got ya?

And where's the single mom? Have you tried looking her up on FB or something?

August 9, 2009 at 9:39 PM  
Blogger Kevin said...

Rodney - Drinking the wine now.

Dawn - Good point.

Burger man - The single mom is now married and living happily every after.

August 9, 2009 at 9:42 PM  
Blogger Reese said...

I agree with Dawn to a point. There is nothing wrong with reminiscing, but no regrets. We all have those "what ifs" in our past.

August 10, 2009 at 8:14 AM  
Blogger Just_because_today said...

This post is up my alley.
Memories of people who had an impact in our lives are triggered by the most unrelated things!

No regrets, something really beautiful came out of your "mistake" but nothing wrong with remembering someone who was important

August 10, 2009 at 10:31 AM  
Blogger Run For Life said...

Just caught up on the past billion posts or so of yours. Hope you and Noah are over the illness and a Happy Birthday to him!

It is odd how something seemingly so random can make you think of the past.

August 10, 2009 at 7:41 PM  
Blogger butcept said...

...the *one* that got away...

August 11, 2009 at 12:15 PM  
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August 11, 2009 at 12:52 PM  
Blogger fraizerbaz said...

I know what it's like to live with this kind of regret. I've had my share of regrets.

One of them is Eric. I call him the one who got away. I met Eric right after I relocated to Phoenix from L.A. - I had moved to be closer to my dad immediately after mom died. Problem was, I felt so guilty about taking time any away from my dad, who needed me, to spend time with Eric, who didn't really "need" me in the same sense. So, I broke it off with him. And we lost touch, just before he married someone else.

Last year, a relative brought her new boyfriend around, who's appearance, wit and mannerism is eerily similar to Eric's. So, now at family functions, I am constantly reminded of the relationship that I threw away. And what would her boyfriend's name be? Eric.

August 15, 2009 at 1:04 PM  
Blogger Ms. V. said...

um. i totally get that.

August 15, 2009 at 6:11 PM  

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