Rocky Balboa

Am I the only girl in the world to watch all 6 Rocky movies? Quite possibly.

Duh, da, da, duuuuh, du, da, daaaaaaaaaaa. (Imagine Rocky song). I love Rocky. I love Rocky so much that when I was in Philadelphia for a conference in 2005. I ran out of a very boring lecture on who knows what. (I think it had something to do with ethnic identity in ancient Israel.) And started walking briskly down the same road that Rocky ran down in the movie. I looked briefly for the free tourist trolley, but it was 10:00 in the morning, and it didn’t start to 11:00.

But I took off on a bright, 50 degree, windy, fall morning. I was going to the museum, and I was going to run up the stairs! As I drew close, an abnormally large crowd obstructed my view of the steps. Tents and concession stands and a stage full of sound equipment sprang before my eyes. Then over the PA system, “John Doe, place 33, 2 hours 33 minutes.” Or something of the sort. The Philadephia Marathon’s finish line was right between me and the steps. Rats, foiled again!

I did tour the museum, but I had to go through the back door, and the steps aren’t the same in the back.

Well, just to inform. I was very leary of the Rocky VI, but I had to watch it. And I liked it. The speech in the middle that he gives his son, almost made me cry. I did say amen when he finished delivering it.

It was something to this effect: It’s not how many punches you throw, but it’s about how many punches you can take, surviving them, and working through it. I think he nailed it. It’s the hard stuff that gives us heart, and it’s the heart that makes life fuller and deeper. Go, Rocky. You’re right.

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JoeyGirl Says:
May 4th, 2007 at 2:13 pm
Patrick says: “And here I was thinking it was just about the American flag boxer shorts he wore…”

JoeyGirl Says:
May 4th, 2007 at 2:15 pm
Is it any wonder I married him?