So, I was thinking about Steve Ogrizovic the other day. What a keeper, eh? Proper legend. Anyway, it got me on this mission, this little project for myself, really. I suddenly remembered I had this old VHS tape somewhere, I was pretty sure, of one of his classic games. You know how it is, these things just pop into your head.
The Big Search Begins
First thing I did, I headed up to the attic. Man, that place. It’s like a time capsule up there, but mostly of stuff I forgot I even owned. I started pulling down boxes, a lot of dust, a lot of spiders probably judging me. I was specifically looking for a box I vaguely remembered labeling “Old Tapes” or something equally unhelpful from years ago.
I spent a good couple of hours, really. Pulled out old clothes I swore I’d fit into again (nope), school books, all sorts. My back was starting to ache a bit, if I’m honest. I was muttering to myself, “Where did I put that blooming thing?”
Digging Deeper
Then I remembered, maybe some of it got moved to the garage. So, downstairs I went, and out to the garage. More boxes. More forgotten treasures, or junk, depending on your point of view. I found:
- An old set of golf clubs I used twice.
- A deflated football.
- About a million old newspapers.
Still no specific box of tapes. I was getting a bit frustrated, you know? Thinking maybe I’d imagined it, or chucked it out in a clear-out. That’s the worst, when you can’t remember if you actually got rid of something precious.
A Glimmer of Hope, Sort Of
Finally, tucked behind some old paint cans, I found a smaller box. Not the one I was picturing, but it definitely had some tapes in it. My heart did a little jump. I dragged it out, blew off the dust – seriously, so much dust – and started going through them. There were some old family videos, some stuff recorded off the TV, dodgy quality mostly.
And then, right at the bottom, there it was! Or, well, a tape that looked promising. The label was faded, almost unreadable. I squinted. It looked like it could be the one. I was proper chuffed for a second.
The only problem? My VHS player gave up the ghost years ago. I literally have nothing to play it on. So, I found the tape, went through all that effort, and now it’s just sitting on my desk, a reminder of a time gone by. Talk about an anticlimax, right?
But you know what? The whole process, the rummaging and remembering, that was kind of the fun part. It wasn’t really about watching the tape again, not entirely. It was the act of looking, the memories it stirred up. It’s funny how a simple thought about someone like Oggy can send you down a rabbit hole for an entire afternoon. Still, I’ve got the tape. Maybe one day I’ll find a way to watch it. Or maybe it’s just nice to know it’s there.
