There Are Things That We've Done That We Cannot Undo

The title for this post is taken from the lyrics of one of my favorite Matt Pond PA songs: "New Hampshire". I've always loved this lyrics despite it's simplicity and (as you'll soon see) it seemed like an appropriate title. But as I began to dwell on this particular lyric, it started to bug me. I get what he's aiming for with this line, that there are certain things you do and say that you can't fix. But, analytically speaking, aren't all things that you do things that cannot be done? I'm mean you can obviously fix situations and apologize for what you said and/or done. But you're not undoing what you've already done, you're just fixing it. Think about how in every romantic comedy the main guy screws up and then spends the rest of the moving atoning for his mistake so that the girl will take him back. In the end she always does, but not because he undid whatever it was that made him lose her in the first place. He merely fixed the problem*. So really, when you think about it, this line is merely stating the obvious, with a degree of untruth in it. That said, I still like this line. I'm a dichotomous individual.

Anyhow, below are a few stories of things I've been apart of or witness that I wish had gone differently, i.e. Things that I've done (or saw) that I'd like to undo (get it?). Let's just move on to the stories before someone makes a "That Thing You Do" pun.

- Let's start with a little 3rd person perspective here. After Lute Olson retired, former recruit Brandon Jennings (goggle him if you don't know the whole story) was quoted in ESPN The Magazine saying "See, I don't look so dumb for not going to Arizona now do I". Actually Brandon you do. The only reason you're currently playing pro ball in Europe is because you couldn't get the SAT grade needed to qualify academically for the U of A. You took the test 3 times and only passed once and the one time you did pass you're score rose so dramatically that everyone was certain you had cheated. So you could only qualify academically by cheating. Considering you get over a third of the points needed to pass just by spelling your name correctly, I say you still look pretty dumb for not going to the U of A. Real effing dumb in fact.

- Ok so that first one had nothing to do with this blogs title, but that quotes been bugging me for awhile and I had to say something. The rest of these actually make sense. Hopefully

- So a few weeks ago I went to see the Crooked Fingers in concert (there music not for everyone, but I personally love them. Probably a little too much). Anyways they put on a tremendous show and all that jazz, but that's not what's important here. What's important is that through at the show I, and everyone I was with, including my sister in-law, kept on noting how beautiful the bassists/violinists/back up vocalist was. As the show began to build towards it's conclusion and while the euphoria was building inside of me, I decided that I was going to talk to her after the show. When the show ended we all went outside to catch are collective breath. As luck would have it, the band came out to meet there to meet their fans and stood about 5 feet away from us. Naturally I stood there frozen and avoided eye contact with the bassist at all costs. After a few minutes the bassist went back inside, walking towards the bar.
I figured this was my chance to seize the moment. I had it all planned out in my head. We meet at the bar, I'd buy her a drink and say something like: "Hi, my name's Calvin. I'm 23 and still live at home and have no plans for my future. I think you're music is rad.". Of course this was going to sweep her off her feet and she would fall head over heels in love with me, so my confidence was riding high. However, she ruined everything and passed the bar and stop at their merchandise table instead. I then chickened out an ducked into the bathroom instead of talking to her. As I stalled in the bathroom I began to regained my compuser. I told myself that I had to talk to her, if for no other reason then to prove to myself that I could do it. Triumphantly I exited the men's room and saw my muse packing up her equipment. So I went up to her and told her: “You guys put on a great show”. She turned around with a pick in her mouth and said thanks for coming out. I then tried to say “Yeah, you guys are great”. I got the first four words out fine, but instead of saying great, I said something “groat”. Mortified by my inability to speak I walked away, head hung low. And that’s why, you don’t fall in love with band chicks

- So I had more to write about, but I’m tired and lazy. Happy Thanksgiving All

Until We Meet Again
* The Back To the Future trilogy is an exception to this rule.