This is what I like about playing sports and probably just about playing generally. There are moments. The moment just before the ball gets to your head and you are beyond conviction that it will drill into the back of the net and make the highlight reel even though it never does for you. Like the time your buddy drove the golf ball, shout "fore" and then realize he never needed to as it landed 75 yards past the next group. Like the time the puck was snabbed even though you had never snabbed a puck off of that guy before.
Photo of people who have great moments everytime from Auntie Beeb.
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ry - February 8, 2006 2:37 PM
Gee thanks Al.
Remind me of what I can't do anymore since I've got Sid Bream knees since I was 20. *Sniff* I do miss being able to run/skate with the Boys. The seeing yourself do stuff as it happens because you're so in the Zone. The after game meals wherever and not-always-good-natured jibes and reparte. *Sniff* Gawd, do I miss it. Enjoy it while you can. It's always just one injury, one surgery, one year from being gone forever. *sniff*
Alan - February 8, 2006 3:16 PM
At 41 there was a moment for me right after the side-tackle in which I thought "oh yea...this is what it is like flying mid-air. Next comes the..." WHAM.<p>Maybe I will play soccer again this year.
portland - February 8, 2006 3:43 PM
sid bream knees - i'm using that. it's beautiful. and by the way, just looking at sid bream, didn't you know that he was the kind of guy that was goingn to have bad knees? i mean i'll bet his friends knew when he was six that he was going to have bad knees one day. been a long time since i've thought about sid bream, the moustache, the ugly pirates uniform, the bad idea hats. thanks ry. in the winter, i go looking for things that except for a minor coincidence you know with absolute certainity that you would not think of them even one more time in your life. and yet, there they are, in the back of your head, taking up how much room? except that you can't really look for them by definition can you? can you tell i have time on my hands?
one day we'll be in the home al, drooling on ourselves having said nothing to each other over the course of four days and you'll look at me and say "coco crisp" and off we'll go. ahhhh, life is beautiful.
ry - February 8, 2006 8:19 PM
portland, glad to have been of service(I think).
I'll always remember Sid Bream as an Atlanta Brave though. Running thru the stop sign given by the 3rd base coach, and saying after the game that if he'd stopped there'd have been nuts and bolts all over the place as his knees exploded. I've been in situations like that going down stairs in sub 20 degree F temperatures(get outta the way, crazy white man with bad knees who can't stop or he'll tear ligaments, get outta the way).
Al, reminds me of the time my junior year of hs I when playing basketball. I was on pace to set the school record for charges taken in a single season. Then the fullback from Rancho Alamitos football(american rules football), who was also the 2 guard, decided to drive from the top of the key. We made contact about the freethrow line. I woke up under the rim. Missed about a week of school after that one(still pissed at the varisty coach for calling me 'soft' after that).