NFL 2017: Falcons unbox the Packers

Sunday Night Football.  The Green Bay Packers at The Atlanta Falcons‘ new playground, the Mercedes-Benz Stadium.  One day, I’d like to see a sporting event venue named after Endangered Species Chocolate or Lush Cosmetics or Anthropologie.

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I didn’t tune in fully to the game until about the second quarter because I was watching Ken Burns and Lynn Novick’s PBS documentary about the Vietnam War.  Both teams had gotten a touchdown by the end of the first quarter.  The Falcons held offensive lead through the second and third quarters.  The Packers’ field goal and TD in the second half of the game closed the score gap somewhat, but their two-point conversion attempt failed in the top of the fourth quarter.  Packers quarterback Aaron Rodgers and running back Ty Montgomery put up a TD with almost six minutes left in the game.  They stuck with the extra point this time.  Falcons 34 and Green Bay 23.  Final score.

 

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NFL 2017: Season Opener, and Falcons munch on the Bears

I didn’t watch the inaugural regular season game today, but I checked NFL.com.*  The Falcons went at it against the Chicago Bears and came out victorious.  23 to 17.  And now the pressure has only just started for quarterback Matt Ryan and friends.  Good times.

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* Pour quelque raison, je pensais que le match etait chez Falcons.  Woops.

Underneath the Hedges

Hakk-Saul sat down on the bench to tie his shoes.  His throat was sore from a fit of screaming that took place on the drive down to the stadium.  Ordinarily, he went to home games by himself because he liked to clear his head while driving (and listen to music he wasn’t ready to let anyone know he liked).  Today was different; Hakk-Saul did a favor for the defensive coach and gave the team photographer a ride.  There were car troubles and the photographer was on the way.

Hakk-Saul took the usual route of surface streets, an access road, and more surface streets.  Afternoon traffic was beginning to bulge but he was used to it and wasn’t bothered by waiting.  He wasn’t bothered at all until the pine green bread cart of a car sped in front of him and into the turning lane where he was already queuing.  The head coach had been urging Hakk-Saul for half the season to let the anger flow, to let all the rage gush out like lava from an erupted volcano, and to burn everything in its path — he had to protect the quarterback.  Hakk-Saul didn’t like summoning that kind of energy because it seemed insincere.  Besides, he’d forgotten how it felt to be angry.

Seeing that green car behaving in such a ludicrous manner bit into Hakk-Saul’s psyche, though.  There was no room for him to follow the four cars who’d turned before him and yet here was this idiot zipping by as if it was going to make traffic move any faster.  Hakk-Saul waited twenty seconds before turning onto the on-ramp, occupying the space to the right of the green car.  At that point, he’d forgotten the photographer was in the back seat.  Hakk-Saul’s attention was focused solely on that idiot car.  He turned and stared into the childish, grinning face of its passenger and merged into the ramp behind it.

Creeping down the on-ramp half a car-length every couple of minutes, Hakk-Saul changed the music from progressive house to melodies with vocal screeching, heavy percussion, and shrieking guitars.  With dark brown sunglasses resting on his sweaty face, Hakk-Saul glared into the green car’s side mirrors.  He dropped his lower jaw like a draw bridge, bared his teeth, and growled.  In a matter of seconds, his raspy exhalations became a crescendo of an unholy, guttural orchestra.

His hands shook, his face trembled, his heart rate spiked and for the next quarter of a mile, Hakk-Saul thought of nothing but ramming into that car, its occupants tossed around like fish by giants, heads crashing into stone, faces lacerated by cenobites, and limbs torn asunder by enormous spider crabs.  All the while, the photographer was sitting in the back as still and quiet as paint drying on a wall, neither seen nor heard…just barely smelled.

Hakk-Saul’s fury passed on through a few minutes later and he felt calm.  He was still sweaty and annoyed, but all the destructive imagery in his mind’s eye had faded.  He changed lanes as quickly as he could and shot past that green fool at the first opportunity.  And then he shifted his mind onto the team he’d be playing against as well as whether or not he’d be able to tap into that slide-show of physiological combustion when it mattered.

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On a High In a High

I went to the High Museum of Art today to take in some Andy Warhol work and such.

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I took this self-portrait in front of a projection of his Empire State building film.
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If you’re not familiar with the Stendhal Syndrome, it’s basically the experience of being overwhelmed by a work of art such that you may faint.  I didn’t faint but when I was looking at the general collection and came across this sculpture, I froze in my steps and my eyes started to water.  I looked at the man depicted and saw myself in his place.  Existence encapsulated.

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Later on I saw this sculpture but didn’t feel compelled to photograph the description.
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