Why! Oh Why!
Back in 1992 I had a serious crush on someone. It wasn't a school kid crush, mind you, I was 28 years old!
What I was feeling was real, true love. My love was based on compassion, pity, and a little bit of physical lust.
I was seriously in love...with Nancy Kerrigan.
Yes, that Nancy Kerrigan. The skater who's knee was hammered by Tonya Harding. I must have been in love because it made me watch friggin' figure skating!
I was fired up for those Olympics. I had seen Nancy wail in pain - "Why! Oh Why!" - and it tore at my heart. I can still see her father carrying her off, her face a mask of pain and anguish.
"Why! Oh Why!"
A friend of mine knew about the crush - he spoiled the Olympics (which were on a tape delay) by telling me that Nancy won the Bronze and not the Gold. I was broken-hearted.
I made a bet with that same friend (a case of beer) that I could get Nancy's autograph.
I mailed photos to her town - with just her name on the front - Two weeks later - the envelope was returned to me - every photo was signed with a note that said, "Hi, Cliff!"
She loved me too! (And I got the case of beer to boot). (Still have the autographs too).
Last night news broke that Nancy's father died of a heart attack after fighting with Nancy's troubled brother.
My heart ached all over again.
"Why! Oh, Why!"
I feel especially bad for Nancy now, and the rest of her family too. That's a true shame, right?
What I was feeling was real, true love. My love was based on compassion, pity, and a little bit of physical lust.
I was seriously in love...with Nancy Kerrigan.
Yes, that Nancy Kerrigan. The skater who's knee was hammered by Tonya Harding. I must have been in love because it made me watch friggin' figure skating!
I was fired up for those Olympics. I had seen Nancy wail in pain - "Why! Oh Why!" - and it tore at my heart. I can still see her father carrying her off, her face a mask of pain and anguish.
"Why! Oh Why!"
A friend of mine knew about the crush - he spoiled the Olympics (which were on a tape delay) by telling me that Nancy won the Bronze and not the Gold. I was broken-hearted.
I made a bet with that same friend (a case of beer) that I could get Nancy's autograph.
I mailed photos to her town - with just her name on the front - Two weeks later - the envelope was returned to me - every photo was signed with a note that said, "Hi, Cliff!"
She loved me too! (And I got the case of beer to boot). (Still have the autographs too).
Last night news broke that Nancy's father died of a heart attack after fighting with Nancy's troubled brother.
My heart ached all over again.
"Why! Oh, Why!"
I feel especially bad for Nancy now, and the rest of her family too. That's a true shame, right?
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