Friday, December 7, 2007

The Better Half

(ESPN has Erin Andrews, FOX has Pam Oliver, ABC has Michelle Tafoya and What Would Oakley Do? has Becca. Please join me in welcoming our first-ever sideline reporter/guest columnist. "The Better Half" will appear in this space each and every week and will feature the best, brightest and prettiest sports-related musings in all of the land in an attempt to explain what our girlfriends and wives are thinking when we ask them if they want to order wings before the Giants game starts.)

The Better Half
Episode Three
I Was There


It wasn’t exactly dinner and a movie. But it was still a date with two parts: A movie and a basketball game, one right after the other. Something she wants to do (and he does too), then something that he wants to do (and she does too). I had been eagerly awaiting the Todd Haynes movie I’m Not There, about the multiple personas of Bob Dylan. I remember being driven to school in my dad’s car when I first heard "Ballad of a Thin Man," I think my freshman year of high school. Not only did I fall in love with Bob Dylan (I do remember that moment in the car very specifically), but I was forced to realize that everything my parents liked wasn’t lame. It was a big day.

Anyway, the Dylan movie was weird at times, but it was still great. Cate Blanchett (one of the six different people to play Bob) is one of the most amazing people on earth. If you don’t agree then I don’t really want to be your friend. She was Bob Dylan. I hate using the word uncanny, but it was uncanny. And I fell in love with Dylan all over again. It only takes one Dylan harmonica blast to give me that burst of ohmygodheissoamazing. One of my favorite parts was at the end, where Haynes shows a real clip from Dylan’s show at Royal Albert Hall in ’66. It’s that part where he plays the harmonica forever and ever during Mr. Tambourine Man. It’s beautiful and perfect, and a gorgeous ending for the movie.

Chris and I exchanged opinions (he likes the movie too) on the subway while scrambling south from Columbus Circle (where we saw the movie) in hopes of catching my favorite part of the pre-game, when the lights turn off and they announce the players one by one. It’s so exciting! My dismay that the game has begun (and the Knicks are losing) when we get there is assuaged by the fact that the concession stand by our seats is serving knishes along with the usual stuff. Which is a big deal. Sometimes they have them and sometimes they don’t. Frankly, it is a problem.

Armed with potato-y goodness we settle into cramped seats in the middle of the row. The Knicks are down by 9 points at the end of the first quarter, and I think I should have stayed at the movie theater to see Margot at the Wedding. The team continues to be down by 14, 10, 14, a hundred thousand million for like an hour. But then the Knicks start to catch up and then they take the lead. I am cheering. I am so nervous. Milwaukee (that's who the Knicks were playing) has a chance to tie but they miss two three-pointers. The Knicks win!! It is one of those movie moments, tingly feeling and sparkly. It is the sort of excitement that once felt like a distant excitement that other people felt and that I never got, but now it is mine and it is such a rush.

On the subway, I remove my magnetic Knicks schedule (they were handing them out when you got there) while digging through my purse, and two people ask me if the Knicks win. I say yes, and both ask again like they didn’t hear me right. And, THEN one of the guys says, “That was a quite a game last night.” I totally know he is talking about when they lost by seven jillion points to the Celtics so we talked about the game! Like friends or like strangers with something in common.

I’m a New Yorker talking about the Knicks while riding on the subway. It’s big moment. And a good night.

2 comments:

SBG said...

Becca,
Pretty funny...I love kinishes as well!

~SB~

SBG said...

Becca,
Pretty funny, I love kinishes too!

~SB~