Super Blog

Here we stand once again, my dear NYC podiatry patients, in the post bowl descent back into the mundane. And those of you who know me, which apparently includes the 11.5 people who follow this ancient and sacred blog religiously as would devotees to a silly yet informative and entertaining set of arbitrary rituals, I am not much of a sports fan. Yes, a shocking true confession, which will come as no surprise to those who deferred me to the end of the picking line for kickball teams back in seventh grade. However, I appreciate excellence, hard work and quality team play, and my Boston heart compels me to put fingers to keyboard and pay homage to the greatness that is my New England Patriots.

Some fancy footwork, indeed. The skill with which the game was played is apparent if for no other reason than the deceptively apparent ease with which it was executed by both sides. And it’s not my bag personally, but I must give super props to the half time show in artistry and pageantry. For me though, the take home lesson is one which I impart to my kids, both real and imagined, and that is, to quote an ancient sage: there is no despair in this world. No team has ever recovered from a two-goal deficit, never mind a 25-point deficit. And there has never been an overtime in the Super Bowl. So what? Just because it hasn’t been done, doesn’t mean it can’t be done. Just because they didn't bring it in the first half, doesn’t mean they won't bring it hard in the second half. Tom Brady is a ninja fo sho, however we can’t win a game without a team and a coach. And I hear you, haters, what about deflategate, blah blah blah. Well let’s see you express mail the ball right into the open pocket 30 yards away with three human refrigerators bearing down on you. And of course someone has to be on the receiving end, and that coordination, cooperation and coexistence is what separates the great from the legendary.

All in all, not a bad distraction from the daily mishegas that flesh is heir to. I would like to think, in a perfect world, that we can bottle up a bit of this winning spirit, hard work and positive vibes and spread it around for the next few months to years. And as we all learned in a most majestic way: never give up.

See you in the office.

Ernest Isaacson

Ernest Isaacson Dr. Ernest Isaacson is a graduate of the Scholl College of Podiatric Medicine at Rosalind Franklin University of Medicine and Science. After completing two years of comprehensive training in various medical specialties including internal medicine, general surgery, orthopedic surgery, vascular surgery, plastic surgery and podiatric medicine, Dr. Isaacson completed a comprehensive one-year podiatric surgical residency. Dr. Isaacson is active in research and publication in basic and clinical science. Dr. Isaacson is also a dedicated family man who enjoys running, reading and spending time with his family.

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