"Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?"
The immortal words of Bluto Blutarsky ring true tonight. I look around at my fellow Timberwolves fans and see sorrow and despair, frustration and resignation. People who have been so battered by years of bad luck that they are ready to give up on this season. Even as I write, eyes are turning to the 2013 draft.
I say don't give in. Chin up. Remain calm. Stiff upper lip. It ain't over until Mama Cass sings.
We just played three games in Texas and now Houston is about to pay a visit to Target Center. My request - nay, my challenge - to you, my brave band of brothers, is to share a song that never fails to lift your spirits.
Music is amazing; it's my favorite mood altering substance. The funny thing is, a sad song can make you feel better, and so can a happy song. The former as catharsis, the latter as fuel for hope. We've had terrific blues links from Dogpile and others. Now let's flip the record and share some good cheer.
"The sun will come out tomorrow." "Each time I find myself flat on my face, I pick myself up and get back in the race." "Don't worry, be happy." "Yeah, there's better days shining through."
Yes, being fatalistic and dark is cool. Optimism can be fool's gold. But in this thread, you don't have to be hip. Be happy.
You can try following the advice of this Minnesota band:
Wet Willie makes it three:
A cover version of this song was featured in a movie made by two brothers from St. Louis Park:
Finally, a true classic. Chaplin wrote it, Nat sang it:
Inspire us. You can do it.