Football, be it flag or fantasy, pro tackle or college or kids, is a central component of my life during the fall and winter months. It can be mood effecting in a sun-deprivation-like way. Take this weekend for example: The wins and losses as a coach and as a fan really stuck with me. Watching my 10 yr old destroyed by what will hereafter be referred to as ‘grown ass men’ was unpleasant. Watching several players struggle (including my own boys) in wins was unpleasant. Watching Ohio State dominate was unpleasant. Watching the Broncos be dominated was unpleasant. In short, little felt good this weekend. On the other hand, it gives me hope and direction for this weekend.
Practices start tonight and I’m invigorated by ideas and a certainty that despite the fact that the level of competition goes way up for all the teams I coach and watch, this will be the weekend of pure success.
It better be, or I’ll be pissed.
Some Thoughts:
- I’m back to writing pen and paper lists. A friend bequeathed me a handful of small notebooks, which triggered a certain level of nostalgia, leading me back into the realm of notebook writing. The immediacy of it is appealing. It is still faster for me to write than to type—though not by much these days. I’m still vying to be thoughtwired so nothing ever has to leave me through my hands or lips.