The Old Man of the Mountain and Bubbles

For centuries the mountains of New Hampshire were overlooked by The Old Man of the Mountain. Local culture to some, a God to others, and simply an interesting natural formation to others, the Old Man's influence meant different things to different people, but was universally recognized and appreciated, at least on some level. Until May 3, 2003, at least, when decades of weather and exposure dropped him clean off the mountain. Some saw the event as nothing more than nature taking it's course while others have drawn correlations between the collapse and the deterioration of New Hampshire culture.

Yesterday the Lion who overlooks my office specifically and the eastern-most portion of Bayport Road generally was washed over in white. With only one win in their last 26 games, it will be hard to pin any further deterioration of the franchise on the icon's disappearance. The old logo was updated in the off-season, making his glory outdated even as he watched, but glorious he remained. Until last night, that is, when he went to join the Old Man in the New Hampshire rubble.

Let him who has ears hear. (Or whatever the internet equivalent of hearing would be.)