Dionysius the Tyrant died of joy; and Thalna died reading news of the honours the Roman Senate had decreed in his favour. Pope Leo X, upon news of the taking of Milan, was rapt with so sudden an excess of joy that he immediately fell into a fever and died. . . . I, for my part, am very little subject to these violent passions, being of a stubborn apprehension which I every day harden and fortify.
- Michel de Montaigne, (Bk. I, Essay ii, "Of Sadness")
The moment the mailman brings me my monthly issue of Clinical Cardiology you can count me missing in action - I'm oblivious to everything else until I've secluded myself in the library and read it cover to cover, which usually takes me about a month, whereupon here's the next issue. And so on.
And a good thing I'm a faithful reader. My latest issue reports that in the two weeks after the Super Bowl, men rooting for the losing team are 15 percent more likely than at other times to die from heart problems. Female fans of the losers are 27 percent more likely to die in those fatal two weeks. And as we would expect, fans of the winning team are "a bit less likely" to die. (Speaking for myself, "a bit less likely" isn't much comfort - are we talking about 14 percent? On the bright side, I concede it's better to die happy than just to die.) “When people have an emotional attachment to their favorite team, the team, in a sense, becomes like a part of the family,” said Dr. Robert Kloner, lead author of the journal article. The article mentions that associated stress can exacerbate high blood pressure, high cholesterol and coronary heart disease, which (being the American way to die) seems beneath mention.
Speaking of family, here's a photo of my favorite nephew (sorry you had to find out this way, Ryan.)
Speaking of family, here's a photo of my favorite nephew (sorry you had to find out this way, Ryan.)
We used to take advantage of Super Bowl day to go to the mall. Then we stopped going to the mall entirely. So sometimes we go to the grocery store just to experience the emptiness we used to enjoy when we were young enough to go to the grocery store at 2 a.m. Or maybe a movie. But this year, it's so cold that I think we'll just stay at home and read history books.
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