What makes a person so poisonous righteous that they'd think less of anyone who just disagreed? She's just a pacifist, he's just a patriot. If I said you were crazy, would you have to fight me? Fighters for liberty, fighters for power. Fighters for longer turns in the shower. Don't tell me I can't fight, 'cause I'll punch out your lights. And history seems to agree, that I would fight you for me... That us would fight them for we. ~ Moxy Früvous
Though certainly nothing new for me, I've been thinking a lot, lately, of my life as a sports fan. With a baby on the way and a wife increasingly skeptical of this specific choice of hobbies, it's perhaps not surprising that I'd choose such a broad topic in the wake of cramming and sitting for another Bar Exam for which I was woefully underprepared. My need to rationalize my life choices has kicked in.
These thoughts, though, aren't limited to my life as it is now, with my teams firmly entrenched in a frustrating mix of hope and futility, but also as a kid, when anything seemed possible because I had yet to learn otherwise. Vivid memories of afternoons and evenings spent shoulder to shoulder with friends, allowing our voices to crack under the pressure of so much hope and fear. Moments where we felt as if our will to win might carry across time and space to actually impact the reality of what unfolded before us. To bring us deep, personal satisfaction at what our team has achieved for themselves, sure, but for us as well.