One of my all-time favorite romantic comedies is Bull Durham. In it, Annie Savoy (Susan Sarandon), is about to seduce young-hunky-dumb Ebbie Calvin LaLoosh (Tim Robbins), the new up and coming star of the minor leagues. In the wings, veteran ball player Crash Davis (Kevin Costner) has been kicked from the Majors back down to the Minors and quietly waits to finish his career and maybe to dazzle Annie.
Crash finally gets Annie’s attention after she has told the two men that they are competing with each other for her affection. It is then Costner delivers one of the greatest romantic comedy lines of all time: “Well,” he tells her before walking out the door. “I believe in. . .the small of a woman’s back, the hanging curve ball, high fiber, good scotch, that the novels of Susan Sontag are self-indulgent, overrated crap. I believe Lee Harvey Oswald acted alone. I believe there ought to be a constitutional amendment outlawing Astroturf and the designated hitter. I believe in the sweet spot. . .opening your presents Christmas morning rather than Christmas Eve, and I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.”
Annie can only reply, “Oh, my.” I mean, seriously? There is only one thing to do with the guy that can deliver a line like that: take him home. Do not pass GO, do not collect $200.
Of course, Annie did not do this right away. She was teaching the young punk with a 90 mph arm how to harness his thoughts, how to discipline his focus. The fact that she did this by convincing him to wear a garter belt and breathe through his eyeballs was just pure bonus. He was a punk and he sort of deserved it, but also, Annie had a mission. She was like Aphrodite, training the novice love warrior in the art of irony and the way of devotion. But even as she was spending her time with the young no-hitter, she secretly knew that Crash Davis was more compelling, more interesting, far deeper, and more capable of the long, slow burn. One of the things that made Crash so attractive is that he had some miles on him. He had cultivated humility, had earned every gray hair, every sly move. He had been around the block, knew who he was, and was infinitely more interesting for it.
Back to the great speech: no pun intended, but in those few sentences, Crash manages to cover all the bases as follows: reverence for women, the grace of a well placed move, the importance of health, the non-negotiable of pleasure, an ability to see beyond appearances, political free-thinking, honor for excellence, an appreciation for perfection, and respect for tradition. . .not to mention an off-the-chart hot-o-meter. Let us not forget, he started his soliloquy with reverence for the goddess, a quality never to be underestimated. Cheers, girls! Love, C
My two cents: You can star in the movie of your life or you can sit in the audience and watch it all go by.
I love how C uses movies for metaphors and I love music reference. I don’t really remember Bull Duhram, I mean I remember parts but nothing I could quote. But now that my memory is refreshed, (thanks C), I remember loving the messages in that movie. One in particular, men love a little healthy competition regarding the ladies, especially those jock types. And what girl doesn’t love two cute boys fighting over her? Nothing makes a girl feel sexier than feeling wanted.
I don’t know about you but I can’t think of anything that makes me happier than someone I adore looking at me with his head cocked to the side. You know the look, that “Awwww, I am just crazy about you” head cock. Simple, doesn’t cost any money, and you can’t fake it. Yea, there is nothing like a good old fashioned love fest. Sitting around, doing nothing special but staring into each other’s eyes, and adoring each other. Sickening but sweet to the innocent bystander but it doesn’t matter to you. Not that you even realize there was anyone even there in the room with you!
So just for fun, let’s go back come on you know you’ve got one, that one fav boyfriend, the one who knocked your socks off and made you believe in love for the first time (or believe in love again). Go back, what was going on? What was your favorite song at the time? What did you do and where did you go? Go back and remember every delicious detail. If you haven’t yet had that feeling yet, find a movie relationship that feels close to how you would love to feel and relish that for a bit.
There is a reason for this, the more you recognize what makes you happy and feel good, the easier it will be to recognize it when it comes. I still love my go-to, good feeling, fav boyfriend, and even though we didn’t last, all I have to do is think of him and it makes me happy. Oh, and my go-to song to get me feeling great? “More than a Feeling” by Boston. It’s a sure thing. xo-K
My two cents: Have a go-to, feel good, something.