As usual, the game drags on. Then it is half-time. Overhead shot. Paul McCartney. Baby You Can Drive My Car. Okay. Warm-up. Second song. Warmed-up. Get to the piano. Then, hit the switch. Rev it up. Run up to the moment... "Live and let..... DIE!"
Wham! Whoosh! Ka-POW!
Gouts of flame. Skyrockets in flight. Huge crescendos of sound. Thousands of flares held in the hands waving in tempo. Cheers. More flames. Higher. Great cascades of fireworks blazing up into the night sky.....
And somewhere across the world, in a cafe or the back room of some souk, or even in a tent far out on the sands with only a generator and a satellite dish, some people are watching all this and thinking, "You know, if this democracy thing works out around here, maybe we can have a party like that."
Posted by Vanderleun at February 6, 2005 5:45 PM
I take solace in the closeness of the game: Patriots were slated to win by 18! Hah!
Good game, Patriots, but almost taken from you by McNabb and the Eagles. Well done, both teams!
Posted by: Carridine at February 6, 2005 7:35 PMAnd I got up EARLY Monday morning, Bangkok time, to pay homage to and participate in this peculiarly American institution.
Posted by: Carridine at February 6, 2005 7:36 PMWell I, Sir, salute you.
Posted by: Gerard Van Der Leun at February 6, 2005 7:38 PMRock on. McCartney brought the house down with Live and Let Die. The fireworks and thousands of lights were mesmerizing. The only thing that might have made it rock the world a little more would have been the surprise strutting and stepping appearance of Mick Jagger to let the planet know that rock 'n roll rules. MTV - die.....
Posted by: Amy at February 6, 2005 7:45 PMAnd then toward the finale of Hey Jude...
Only about 30 years late Sir Paul
Na, na, na na na na ahh...
Posted by: ellen at February 6, 2005 8:29 PM
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