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Remembering the First Time I Felt the Bern

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So I was chatting sports with my fellow bloggers over here and somehow I was given a gift. A memory from long ago that I had completely forgotten about. We were talking about a variety of things, like SEC coaches getting fired for hookers. Eventually it turned to the Big Ten, and how the various teams have done over the years.

The Wisconsin guy made a comment that they have failed to win 7 games in a season only once in 2 decades. Since I am old school, I didn’t immediately go to the Google to fact check. I started replaying Wisconsin football seasons in my head. Ron Dayne and company came flooding back into my beer infused brain. And then it happened. Out of the blue, I had that weird memory of a game long past. I didn’t remember the season, or the context, I just remembered the feeling.

That feeling was joy. I could remember where I was, at my cousins house. Why? I don’t know. At the time he lived about 40 minutes away from me, so there had to be a good reason. Graduation party, birthday, poker game, something. He had a nice a little man cave in the back of his house, and I distinctly remember watching it there. The Badgers, whom I have no love or hate for, were in a game. I didn’t remember against who, or the stakes. That was unimportant. What I did remember was that their running backs kept getting hurt. So many, in fact, that they called upon their back up fullback.

I couldn’t remember his name, so I asked.

Matt Bernstein. I did remember his size, 270 pounds. (When I looked up his bio, it was 265, close enough). The guy ran up and down the field. He was hurdling players, throwing out stiff arms, and even juked guys completely out of their shoes. While all of that probably didn’t happen, some of it certainly did. Our resident Wisconsin guy said he ran for 140 yards or so, 110 or so in one half.

I was left with a dilemma. Should I look it up, and get the facts, or leave the memory be?

I chose to let it be. Matt Bernstein is Chuck Norris in my mind. I don’t know what he did before or after. I don’t even really remember what he did in that game. I just know he was a monster for that one moment in time, and that’s good enough. That is what being a sports fan is all about and something we get away from all too often in this world. I like building them up, and then leaving them there. In the case of Bernie, I can do that. Others demand my attention after they have shown their value on the field. When it’s negative, I don’t like that.

I had a blast remembering that game, and the high fives I shared with my brother and everyone else in that room. While it was something that was forgotten, I love that it wasn’t tainted by time and I got to experience the joy of reliving that game again. I am certain it’s much better in my head than what actually happened on the field, and that’s spectacular.

So that’s where you, our dedicated commenters come in. Do you have a sports memory that hasn’t been tainted by time, and just involves pure adulation? Let’s relive some great memories without the negativity.