Walk downtown Tuesday at lunch and I swear you can tell that the Carolina Panthers won Sunday.
Yeah, people I know want to talk about the game. But there's a lift to conversations that don't include me. There are possibilities now.
Of course I get emails about the how the Panthers beat a bad team, and many readers include statistics and this town overreacts.
Maybe we do. Maybe we get to.
I don't get a kick out of being cynical. I went through that phase in college, read the crap I thought I was supposed to read, and practiced cynicism until I was good at it. Like, what's it all mean, man?
I thought the Carolina-New York Giants game was tremendous. It was fun. Instead of the usual down-to-one-play outcome, fans could breathe and enjoy, and they did.
After the Buffalo loss, I could a funeral dirge playing when I walked Tryon or Church or College Street.
Tuesday, I heard something fast and upbeat.
As much as I like and respect the blues, I couldn't hear even a trace of them.