Maybe this isn’t about sports so maybe you’ve already tuned out. But we expect today to be one of those epic moments reserved almost exclusively for the movies -- certainly not real life -- so rather than writing about who will win the Super Bowl, I’m going to share my concerns regarding our 44th president.
Barack Obama is a man I voted for. He’s someone my normally apathetic generation has fallen head over heels for. He’s one of the most popular incoming presidents in the history of our country. But isn’t it at least slightly nerve-racking that we’re already comparing him with some of our greatest presidents? I mean, Lincoln abolished slavery. Obama wants to abolish the BCS.
It’s not so much his ideas or his idealistic vision for our country that has Obama uniting so many either; It’s the convenience of it all. The blackberry president made it easy for us to support him. He’s the second president to serve in a 24/7 media world, but he’s the first to actually embrace it. We fell in love with him because we saw him on Facebook and MySpace and YouTube and because we got an e-mail a day from him for the past year.
But our feelings for him and our belief that all his rhetoric will be backed up with substance doesn’t make him FDR. Let’s see him turn around a country that has fewer jobs available and more students dropping out of high school than ever before. We all realize that change won’t come overnight, so let’s hold off before adding his face to Mount Rushmore.
Let the man do his job.
In sports, we have this tendency to anoint a team as the champion before the season even starts. We never take into account all the road blocks that will pop up along the way. The 44th president has a lot of roads in need of repaving. He needs to repair our relationship with the rest of the world; he’s got a crisis to deal with in the Middle East; and of course, his country is on the verge of a depression and he’s the man we all expect to rescue us. Let’s hope he can pull off a wire-to-wire successful presidency.
Yesterday, a group of friends and I were discussing where we were during historic events in our lives. Most people had only two distinct memories. You know what they were? Everyone knew where they were when the O.J. Simpson verdict came down (I was in third grade at Savin Rock Community School) and 9/11 (10th grade science class). That’s it. A trial and a disaster.
I’d like to believe that I’ll always remember today for different reasons - as one of the defining points in my life.
But I’m going to remain cautious for now.
Because everyone is undefeated before they play a game.