End Game...how fitting

Dear Blog Diary,

I have a buddy of mine named Charlie. He’s just like a brother to me. He loves Kobe Bryant.

A few years back when Kobe retired, Charlie really had an emotional episode. He’s loved Kobe since he was a kid and for the majority of his life, he’s been able to turn on the TV and watch his favorite player play. When Kobe retired, it was like losing a part of his life. Half coming of age and half loss, beautiful and sad.

That’s how I feel about Avengers End Game. There comes a point in every man’s life when he realizes Iron Man isn’t real, and he’s not your father. I have not come to that point yet.

(Spoilers on Infinity Wars)

When I watched Infinity Wars, I went alone. I sat in the lounge seats next to a young woman I’ve never met before. Laid back and relaxed, I watched, and when Tony was stabbed by Thanos, I physically jerked up and literally gasped. The young woman next to me actually giggled slightly but in my mind I couldn’t help but think that this is it. For the entirety of my adult life I’ve been mesmerized by this character and waited for the next time I’d see him on screen. This was the end. Mentally and emotionally I was in shock that this was the moment that this beautiful chapter in my life would end.

It may sound silly but I am very anxious going into watching End Game, because it’s the end. Next post I’ll write about Game of Thrones and how the next months will increase revenue of psychiatrist across the country.

Be safe everyone,

Eric