OK, time to get a little personal.
Like many of you, I'm divorced (thankfully, not from this tiny, adorable woman in my avatar). I was first married from 2000-2007 and it was great, until it wasn't. We didn't have kids, so that made the divorce a great deal easier, but it was still incredibly difficult for me. It's like that old saying: "it's always a minor heart attack until it's YOUR heart attack!"
Anyway, the divorce forced me to step back and take a long look at myself. I was 42, in the midst of getting a divorce and having to rebuild my life. I had to look at myself and say where do I need to spend the bulk of my energies? Do I really need to get so emotionally involved in things I have no control over? I was inconsolable after the Sea Of Hands, but then again, I was nine. I was depressed after Earl Campbell ran all over us on Monday Night Football. I can't stand John Riggins. I can't think about Super Bowl XIX and not think about Chuck Studley. And don't even mention the playoff loss to the Chargers in 1994. Now I had to decide: do I want to live the rest of my life like this? I had to wean myself from going from zero to raging every time something doesn't go right with this team. Dolphins go 1-15 in 2007? Hey, I got bigger problems, pal. My best friend and soon-to-be ex-wife just threw me out of our house in a torrent of tears.
Since then, I'm still every bit a fan as I was back when they won their first Super Bowl, but now, I don't allow myself to get so incensed over every defeat or unrealistically euphoric over every win. I know they're not going to go 19-0 every season. I know not every draft pick and free agent is going to be getting fitted for a gold jacket five years after they retire. NO ONE DOES. Like I said, I've been a fan since 1974. I've seen drug cases involving this team when the only drugs I knew about were St. Joseph's aspirins. I've seen this team get swept by the Walt Michaels and the Jets four years in a row. I've seen that chicken-necked Steve Grogan repeatedly beat a Bill Arnsparger defense. I've seen Don Shula have a losing season. I've also seen the Jets go down in a sea of mud in the AFC championship game. I've seen Marino pull off an Academy Award-worthy fake spike. I think I'm finally now seeing the foundation for steady and consistent growth, which will lead to steady and consistent winning.
And I'm loving every unpredictable second of it.
Michael