My friends were foes on the field …

I’m lucky I was an athlete. And I am blessed to have children that are also athletes. Not just because of the success, but because of the failures. And even more so, for all the friendships that were made on the field, on the track, on the court – for those that were made and carried me through many of my younger years.

“Friendships born on the field of athletic strife are the real gold of competition. Awards become corroded, friends gather no dust.” ~ Jesse Owens

Growing up as a competitive athlete, I inevitably also turned into a huge sports fan. Well, let me clarify, because actually I’m not a big fan of baseball, golf, tennis, car racing or hockey (and don’t even get me started on softball, cycling, or speed walking or GASP bass fishing) so really, I suppose it’s more that I’m a fan of good competition. And admittedly, even some of those aforementioned sports have had their moments that reeled me in – like watching match play at Ryder Cup, following the underdog in the NCAA basketball tournament as they kept winning … oh, and when the World Series went seven games … listening to end of the Indy 500. So, OK. Maybe I am a generalized sports fan after all? Maybe – but even so, I have my favorites. And it just so happens, my favorites are also my children’s.

And I love that. Why? Because it’s more than a game. More than a race. More than a match. Sports – be it football or the steeplechase (or God forbid, bass fishing) – can start a conversation. It can feed Sunday night dinner-table talk, Monday morning water cooler conversation and multitudes of “If only” disclaimers across the internet. It can keep you up late glued to postgame commentary. Can get you up early for more commentary and to see what your local paper’s printed. Why? Again, because it is more than a game …

Sports can be a friendly yet fervent diversion from the mundane and it allows us to make a connection with those that we otherwise might not. It also allows us to dream of the “what could have been’s” and the “what should have been’s” … and I am a sports fan because I am a fan of life and always, always, giving your heart and soul to that which you believe. So again, I am lucky to have been an athlete. And I am blessed to have children that are athletes – because through all their victories, all their disappointments, they will learn. And they will cherish these days along with the friends that stand beside them – win, or lose.

Today’s post inspired by The Daily Prompt, Childhood Revisited“Sure, you turned out pretty good, but is there anything you wish had been different about your childhood? If you have kids, is there anything you wish were different for them?”

Whatever happened to Lois Lane?

ImageTo completely erase a moment, an event, a decision – any particular thing from one’s past isn’t possible. You can’t take back the time you did “this” or the time you did “that” no matter how much you wish it away. You are – I hate to break it you – a lowly mortal … unable to fly backwards around the world at supersonic speed and save Lois Lane from the mountain of dirt that is drowning her as she sits, helpless in her car.

But. Given the chance, would you really want to undo that which is done? OK … sure … I wish I never would have gotten my hair cut; wish I would have worn a different shirt in my high school senior picture; wish I never tried salt and pepper Kettle chips (because if you’ve ever tried one then you know that one bag does not stay around for long) … the petty list continues. But. Assuming that you/we are talking about the “big” things, there are, undoubtedly a number of thoughtless decisions that we’ve – as a collective – made that … well, seemed like a good idea at the time. Continue reading

What does Frankenstein and a spool of thread have in common?

thread twoWhen I was very young, I used to have two reoccurring nightmares. In the first – which I probably had 10-15 times – I was being chased by Frankenstein. I know. I know. Laugh if you must because I know that as far as nightmares go, it really isn’t all that bad. Oh sure, there’s probably some underlying or subconscious reason why I ran into a room full of faceless adults and how I tried to warn them, but they all ignored me and eventually ended up dead on the carpet – served them right – and then I escaped out the back door and always woke up right as ol’ Frank stretched his arms out to grab me … but I’m not in counseling – not yet – so at least for now, that nightmare remains nothing more than something I chalk up to watching too many scary movies as a child. Continue reading

Where there is hate, there is also love – they cannot exist separately …

nelsonLove. Hate. Tragedy. Success. Inspiration. Nelson Mandela’s A Long Walk to Freedom, showcases everything that there is to despise about the human race, and everything that there is to admire about humanity. Likewise, Invictus speaks to our determination and our inherent nature to strive for good. People, I believe, are both good and bad – inside of us, they both live … and they both battle … day in and day out, and eventually, one of them wins. I can only hope that for me, as for you, that like Mr. Mandela, that the good wins in the end.

Today’s post inspired by The Daily Prompt – Worldly Encounters. “The friendly, English-speaking extraterrestrial you run into outside your house is asking you to recommend the one book, movie, or song that explains what humans are all about. What do you pick?”

The talking of the soul with itself.

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I don’t like lingering. I made that pretty clear yesterday – and while it may take you 25 extra seconds, I implore you to checkout yesterday’s post (STOP LINGERING) … BUT, admittedly, there are times when I linger … and typically it’s at the exact moment when I shouldn’t. Read on …

Have you ever noticed that when you finally have the time to do the thing(s) that you day in and day out complain about not having the time to do, that you find it difficult, if not impossible, to actually begin the said task at hand? (I know all you English majors out there are squirming as you read what you dutifully want to label a run-on sentence – alas, let me remind you that just because a sentence is long doesn’t mean it’s a run on.)    Continue reading

Stop lingering, STOP lingering, please stop lingering!!

IF I could snap my fingers, wave my wand, wriggle my nose or click my heels together I wouldn’t implore the powers that be to transport my a double s to Kansas – no offense to those of you that love your Jayhawks, but I’d use my wish for something greater … and no, I wouldn’t cure world hunger or poverty or fix global warming or the economy – I mean, hey, if I do that, what’s left for the politicians to do? Anyway, what I would do is sprinkle enough fairy dust over my fellow humans to thwart prolonged procrastination – in other words, I’d help light a fire under their a double ses and hope that they move forward with their lives in a productive manner. Continue reading