Once I submitted to the fact that I was not going to work last Thursday, but would be staying in with my sick kid, I relaxed. Remembering that Netflix arrived yesterday changed my sour attitude into unicorns and rainbows. A grey afternoon to cuddle on the couch with Lucas, the Weiner Sisters and watch Rocky, the original from 1976. An unbeatable classic. I recall seeing it on the big screen at eight and blubbering crocodile tears at the end. Thirty-six years later, I am still a ball of wet mush as Adrian sneaks inside the ring at the end of the fight:
Rocky: Adrian! Hey, where's your hat?
Adrian: I love you!
Rocky: I love you.
Adrian: [grabs and hugs Rocky] I love you!
Rocky: I love you. I love you.
Adrian: I love you. I love you!
Tissue, please. Feel the love?
Another favorite line still trapped in my memory was when Salty Dog trainer Mickey commanded Rocky to stay away from Adrian because “Women weaken the legs.” When did that become a bad thing?
Rocky: I wanna kiss ya-ya don't have to kiss me back if ya don't feel like it.
At that moment in the movie I think, “Kiss me, kiss me!” Sylvester Stallone is so young, so buff and so handsome.
Mickey: Your nose is broken.
Rocky: How does it look?
Mickey: Ah, it's an improvement.
Ah, a crusty old friend and an unbeatable spirit. More true love.