It is near midnight and I am finally sitting down to write this out. Things started out this morning at a forgettable school in a cookie cutter corner of Nowhere, AZ. My team took on the Bandits, hoping to advance to the championship game at ASU. No such luck. We didn’t play our best game and topped out at third place.
It matters. It isn’t the end of the world or anything that is important beyond the day, but it matters. Meaning is what you make of it. We provide the meaning to our lives, our actions, our words. We poured hours and weeks and months into the enterprise of football with the expectation of going to the championship. Instead we are going home.
It matters.
It matters that the kids learned about defeat and humility and patience. It matters that they had fun playing a game and worked together and stood up for one another. It matters that they care about their team and what they created there.
That is where the mattering ends. See, it is just a game and it is all about the kids. Afterwards we went to IKEA for lunch, the mattering of it all largely shelved with the promise of a spring season months down the road. Until then we are going to be in the woods like Rocky, training to put our bodies in peak condition so that we are ready to do this once again.
I guess we might have a little fun doing it too.
Some Thoughts:
- Fact: Trump supporters don’t care that he’s lying. It is completely irrelevant to the point they are trying to make, which is that they have a ‘memory’ of the Clinton administration which is largely reinforced by Fox News and Breitbart et al, driving a message home that democrats are destroying the fabric of our nation and the dwindling republican voice is the only thing standing in their way. All of which is utter bollocks. This is also the reason that a overstated email ‘conspiracy’ has risen to the point of a probable impeachment hearing her second day in office.