So, everyone was talking about the Georgia Bulldogs going for the national championship. Felt like you couldn’t escape it, which is fine, I guess. I figured, okay, I should probably watch this, be part of the water cooler talk, you know?
I remember setting things up. Wasn’t like a huge party, just me. Tried to get the game on the big screen, but the streaming app was acting up, buffering like crazy. Total pain. So, I decided to pull out my old tablet, thinking maybe that would work better. Hadn’t used that thing in ages.
Fired it up. Took forever to boot, naturally. While I was waiting and poking around trying to find a reliable stream, I started digging through the old files still stored on it. Just curious what was still there. And man, that’s where things took a turn.
Stumbling on Old Stuff
I found this folder labeled “Project Maybe”. Vague, right? Clicked into it. Inside were drafts, notes, rough sketches for this… thing… this idea I had way back. It was this plan I cooked up with my buddy Dave after we finished a particularly tough semester. We were gonna build this little gadget, something simple but we thought it was genius at the time. We spent hours sketching it out, listing parts, even wrote some basic code snippets.
- We pulled all-nighters working on it.
- Convinced ourselves it was gonna be huge.
- Saved up a little cash to buy some components.
Looking at those files, it all came rushing back. The excitement, the late-night pizza, thinking we were gonna change the world, or at least our little corner of it. Then, life happened. Dave moved away for a job, I got swamped with my own stuff, and “Project Maybe” just… stopped. We never picked it back up. Seeing those files, the half-finished code, the optimistic notes… it kinda hit me.
I completely forgot about the game. Seriously. I was just lost in these old files, thinking about that time, about Dave, about how fired up we were. Spent probably a good hour just clicking through stuff, remembering.
Eventually, I snapped out of it. Looked up, realized the game must have been going on for a while. Found a stream finally, seemed stable enough. Watched the last part. Saw the Bulldogs won. Good for them, honestly. Big achievement.
But the weird thing? The game itself felt kinda secondary by then. The real event of the evening for me was digging up that old forgotten project. Made me think, you know? About roads not taken, ideas that fizzle out. It wasn’t sad, exactly, just… reflective. Crazy how trying to watch a football game led to digging up that piece of personal history.
