Most enjoyed Glory Road this evening, a recognizably friendly
sports flick, recreating the back country El Paso underdogs rising
with heroic sweat to win the big game of the NCAA championship in
1966. The heartfelt reason to see the movie is the music, a medley
of Motown from the time that makes for sweet memory. It was
fretful and puzzling to be seventeen years old in 1966, with LBJ,
Vietnam, Cold War, civil rights, rock and roll, marijuana, and the
perennial mystery of romance; but sitting in a suburban
Philadelphia theater at Narbreth in a wet snow storm in 2006 while
watching the turbulent sixties on the big screen with Smokey
Robinson and the Temptations as accompaniement, I felt magical to
have been there, even as a boy-man spectator. I think I remember
watchng the actual victory on black and white tv, Texas Western
defeating the imperial Kentucky, a black Cinderella ascending to
the throne. Forty years passed like a Koufax fastball.
Forty years on, the same sports movie may feature a pickup
soccer game in Djibouti or Karbala or Kandahar, and the montage
will spin from the WTC falling to Saddam falling to Tehran falling,
and the music will be the sentimental grousing of Eminem and T.J.
Kool, and my son may duck in to watch it from a sudden storm, and
he will think, forty years like a Rocket fastball..
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