As I write, Travis Hunter has been taken to the hospital as the Buffs trail by 7. The game is not what the Buffs expected. This has been a tough one and you can see it in Coach Prime’s face. They don’t want to loose, because once they do the haters start calling even louder. Football is a tough game. This has been a tough weekend for the teams I like. Both my kids were blown out. 63-14, 70-7. This is one of those moment where they have to decide if they want it or they don’t. Seems like they both want it and both learned and grew from the losses. I am hoping the Giants learned from their loss last week, because I am going to the game this week, and I don’t want it to go the same way against the Cardinals.
Outside of sports, I just finished Stephen King’s Holly, a story that likely brings to a conclusion the story of Holly Gibney of the Mr. Mercedes trilogy and beyond. It was a wonderful story that felt like it was telling the tale of people aging. It made me reflect on aging and realize how old I am and how far from my youth I am. I’m not a kid. I’m nearly 50, and I struggle to fathom that. I struggle with the concept of it entirely.
Aging means being less physically capable. It means losing the identity I’ve had for so long. It means growing into someone else.