Sometimes, it's better live
Can you hear me
Hear me screamin'
Breaking in the muted skies
This thunder heart
Like bombs beating
Echoing a thousand miles
Mine is yours and yours is mine
There is no divide
In your honor
I would die tonight
Mine is yours and yours is mine
I will sacrifice
In your honor
I would die tonight
For you to feel alive
Can you feel me
Feel me breathing
One last breathe before I close my eyes
This suffering
For receiving
Deliver me into the other side
For you to feel alive
For you to feel alive
For you to feel alive
Foo Fighters.
The difference between men and women.
It comes down to competition. It is something born on the fields of playgrounds. Men play football and soccer and basketball and baseball. And they do so everyday, they will compete, and they will do so for the rest of their lives.
My friend Mike Peluso: After watching this, I just don’t get why people don’t love sports.
I was with him. I just don’t get it. And this was a big point of contention with one of my favorite girlfriends. She wondered why I cared so much about the Pacers. She was miffed for any reaction when I was completely done emotionally after the 03 Pacers lost.
It’s clear you aren’t on the field. But you know that. It’s about trusting people you don’t know. It’s about faith. And not the good kind of faith; the faith that is almost drug like in it’s tendency. It’s erratic, its more likely to make you depressed than happy, and it rolls like no other.
But Sports are it. It’s the competition. It’s the lifeblood for many, but beyond that, it’s about living a struggle we wish we had. Next time you talk to a sports fan, ask them what they would rather have: unlimited success or a championship.
The answer they give will tell you whether that person is a dick (the former) or a person you would want to know the rest of your life (the latter).
It’s not just about allegiance. It’s the stage.
As Hamlet once said and I often reference:
The Play’s the thing.
It’s off in pure metaphor, maybe, but it strikes a point even if it’s lifted for meaning.
You know what? Better yet is Vision Quest.
Go watch the movie. The part about Pele. It’s not what the end result is, it’s what happens in-between. In the 48, 60, or 90 minutes or 9 innings plus that matters. It’s what happens within those minutes.
In Vision Quest, he called it seeing the proof of god. It was Pele’s bicycle kick that did it for him.
The thing is the thing. It’s about how it transpires. In the end result, one can always take solace, but when suffering the midst, it’s something history books can’t reclaim. It’s the feeling of being in the struggle of it.
In the moment for the end result is what men are about. We need a way to prove something about ourselves.
Either love, faith, passion, or devotion. Take one of the four. All of those are which men who love sports would line up for.
And it comes to the SC and the battle they had with Notre Dame on the 15th of October. I could simply relate the fact that the game put me in an emotional state I have never been in.
But that doesn’t do it.
This win was better for me than the 4th and 5th games of the 2004 ALCS, when the Red Sox came back from the impossible. I wasn’t as tearful as I was after game 7 of that series when they won, but I was on another level. I was wobbling for 2 hours after. My legs were jelly. My heart was about to explode. When I was calling my friends, my hands didn’t want to stand still.
I didn’t prove myself on Saturday. I may take only fan consolation that I liked the team that won.
But…
I know that I was part of something bigger.
I was completely involved in what should be known as the best College football game of all time.
It’s not that you should care about the result. You should recognize what happened in those 60 minutes.
Those who know competition get it. Even those who don’t like the teams. This is about putting everything on the line.
If only for a matter of football, one should get what it’s all about.
It’s about faith and love.
It’s about wanting and feeling you are part of something else.
Competition is about the fight. It’s about the struggle.
It’s about life for men; if you don’t want to line up for the honor of others, than what else is worthwhile.
Fight for it.
Never leave a man behind.
Always try for glory instead of the easy path,
No man likes the easy path. No real man wants to take it.
Live by the sword…
In the honor of tradition:
For the pure love of fighting for it; for the love of competition.
For that, I would gladly die tonight.
Hear me screamin'
Breaking in the muted skies
This thunder heart
Like bombs beating
Echoing a thousand miles
Mine is yours and yours is mine
There is no divide
In your honor
I would die tonight
Mine is yours and yours is mine
I will sacrifice
In your honor
I would die tonight
For you to feel alive
Can you feel me
Feel me breathing
One last breathe before I close my eyes
This suffering
For receiving
Deliver me into the other side
For you to feel alive
For you to feel alive
For you to feel alive
Foo Fighters.
The difference between men and women.
It comes down to competition. It is something born on the fields of playgrounds. Men play football and soccer and basketball and baseball. And they do so everyday, they will compete, and they will do so for the rest of their lives.
My friend Mike Peluso: After watching this, I just don’t get why people don’t love sports.
I was with him. I just don’t get it. And this was a big point of contention with one of my favorite girlfriends. She wondered why I cared so much about the Pacers. She was miffed for any reaction when I was completely done emotionally after the 03 Pacers lost.
It’s clear you aren’t on the field. But you know that. It’s about trusting people you don’t know. It’s about faith. And not the good kind of faith; the faith that is almost drug like in it’s tendency. It’s erratic, its more likely to make you depressed than happy, and it rolls like no other.
But Sports are it. It’s the competition. It’s the lifeblood for many, but beyond that, it’s about living a struggle we wish we had. Next time you talk to a sports fan, ask them what they would rather have: unlimited success or a championship.
The answer they give will tell you whether that person is a dick (the former) or a person you would want to know the rest of your life (the latter).
It’s not just about allegiance. It’s the stage.
As Hamlet once said and I often reference:
The Play’s the thing.
It’s off in pure metaphor, maybe, but it strikes a point even if it’s lifted for meaning.
You know what? Better yet is Vision Quest.
Go watch the movie. The part about Pele. It’s not what the end result is, it’s what happens in-between. In the 48, 60, or 90 minutes or 9 innings plus that matters. It’s what happens within those minutes.
In Vision Quest, he called it seeing the proof of god. It was Pele’s bicycle kick that did it for him.
The thing is the thing. It’s about how it transpires. In the end result, one can always take solace, but when suffering the midst, it’s something history books can’t reclaim. It’s the feeling of being in the struggle of it.
In the moment for the end result is what men are about. We need a way to prove something about ourselves.
Either love, faith, passion, or devotion. Take one of the four. All of those are which men who love sports would line up for.
And it comes to the SC and the battle they had with Notre Dame on the 15th of October. I could simply relate the fact that the game put me in an emotional state I have never been in.
But that doesn’t do it.
This win was better for me than the 4th and 5th games of the 2004 ALCS, when the Red Sox came back from the impossible. I wasn’t as tearful as I was after game 7 of that series when they won, but I was on another level. I was wobbling for 2 hours after. My legs were jelly. My heart was about to explode. When I was calling my friends, my hands didn’t want to stand still.
I didn’t prove myself on Saturday. I may take only fan consolation that I liked the team that won.
But…
I know that I was part of something bigger.
I was completely involved in what should be known as the best College football game of all time.
It’s not that you should care about the result. You should recognize what happened in those 60 minutes.
Those who know competition get it. Even those who don’t like the teams. This is about putting everything on the line.
If only for a matter of football, one should get what it’s all about.
It’s about faith and love.
It’s about wanting and feeling you are part of something else.
Competition is about the fight. It’s about the struggle.
It’s about life for men; if you don’t want to line up for the honor of others, than what else is worthwhile.
Fight for it.
Never leave a man behind.
Always try for glory instead of the easy path,
No man likes the easy path. No real man wants to take it.
Live by the sword…
In the honor of tradition:
For the pure love of fighting for it; for the love of competition.
For that, I would gladly die tonight.
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