I meant no disrespect to Aaron Rodgers.
Somehow I just completely spaced out on yesterday's big 12/12/12 moment. People were getting married, buying lottery tickets, wearing Rodgers' jersey, and doing all kinds of other stuff to mark the millennial occasion. And I forgot about it.
Well, there's always 3012 to look forward to, but I'm likely to be dead by then, what with my over consumption of red meat, dairy products and cookies.
I guess we all actually had two super significant moments yesterday, at 12:12 a.m. and 12:12 p.m. I know exactly what I was doing in the a.m. I was fast asleep and dreaming of red meat and dairy products.
And at 12:12 p.m. I was shooting buckets at the Southeast Recreational Facility on campus, where you'll usually find me around the noon hour. While I was oblivious to the moment, I did have a good day beyond the three-point arc. I like to think that at the magic moment I was hitting a shot from the corner and hearing the satisfying swoosh of nothin' but net.
Now a person could go all technical on us and point out that not only will 12/12/12 never come again (or won't for another 1000 years anyway) but neither will 11/13/09 or 6/10/11 or any other combination of dates. People who say these kinds of things are annoying buzz killers, the same kind of people who tell you that you eat too much red meat, cheese and sugar.
For myself, I wish I had remembered to set my watch to beep at the precise moment of 12:12 on 12/12/12, which I'm sure it was, just as my fade away jump shot completed its graceful arc and touched no rim as it eased into the gentle waiting embrace of the net.
