When Art Monk neared eligibility for the Pro Football Hall of Fame, I always said that I would go to Canton for his induction.
Most years of the past seven, it would have been no problem for me to go. The stars all lined up, but there was no Art induction to go see.
This year, it was the classic good news/bad news scenario. The good news was that Monk finally got elected. The better news was that Darrell Green also would be donning a yellow jacket and speaking at the same ceremony.
The bad news was that there was no way I was going to make it to Ohio in August. For a variety of reasons, it wasn't going to happen.
I really didn't think about it a whole lot over the past few weeks leading up to today's induction. It was a done deal, I wasn't going.
It was last night, however, that I started to get some pangs of regret that I couldn't go. I was watching some of the coverage on TV and I saw the masses of burgundy jerseys with number 81 and number 28 wandering around the Hall of Fame grounds.
"It's a Redskins party," said the announcer.
And here I was at home.
Then there was the scene at the stadium today with even more Redskins jerseys and Skins fans of all ages cheering every mention of beating Dallas. There were grown men in all kinds of silly team paraphernalia from those joker hats to glasses with the logo in the lens to dresses (the Hogettes, of course, in full force).
And there I was watching on TV.
Darrell Green stood up and declared "I belong here!" which, of course, he does. The fans gave Art Monk a three-minute standing ovation. It gave me goose bumps listening to it.
At that moment I would have given anything to be participating in that ovation rather than watching it.