Its moments like this that I am in true awe. I have just watched Josh Hamilton knock the snot out of 28 home runs. I haven’t had the best day but I must admit that at times like these I understand the importance of sports. Aside from music I can’t think of a better escape from life than to watch the last of the true warriors as the battle in our modern day Coliseums. These last three hours have provided me with a solace that is not often felt by simply sitting around closing your eyes and breathing. What is offered through sport is the chance to believe that the impossible can be achieved and that for a moment in time the playing field of life can be leveled.
I don’t know too much about Josh other than the stories related to me through Chris Berman and others involved in the telecast, that being said I must admit that I am truly beside myself. I come from an environment where it is rare to watch an addict rise above the haze that is their addiction, that watching Josh Hamilton hit those home runs really reminded me of something I told a friend a long time ago. Going through life is like carrying a huge container of white-out you fuck up, simply apply the white-out and try to correct the mistake. Sure people will remember that you did indeed fuck up but after a while they will start to look at the whole body of work as opposed to your one or fifty mistakes.
You can, through will and determination reach a point where you are truly at peace with the world or you can continue to escape through other means. Me, I choose the other stuff. It just seems easier.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment