It's weird how when you decide to just go out and do something, it manages to get done. Practice today was argueably my best this year. It began with a rocky start...having to return that note to Ms. Poppi almost made me late. There was definately a dead sprint involved in my rush out to the field.
In chutes today, though, I killed. Jammed Frucktel in there several times (he's arguably the best lineman on the team), pushed my way out, and apparently impressed Massey with my dedication (when my feet slid out and I ended up crawling at Willams instead of actually blocking him).
Then, Massey told me to go in on defence...through some combination of luck and skill, I made three excellent tackles in a row. Almost got four, but by then the backers had realized that running right towards me was a Bad Idea and he bounced outside.
Somehow, during defensive fudementals, I made a perfect block and was used by Massey as an example of what to do. Same thing happened again in the next drill. Massey commented that if I kept that up for a few more days, he'd promise I'd have a starting spot (along with calling me the Gatorade Player of the Practice). Written here, it almost sounds like he was sarcastic, but he was dead serious at the time.
I think things went so well because I was emotionally and physically ready to beat somebody up, but wasn't so angry that I lost my form. Football is therapy, as I've said before.
I still have that surreal feeling of good about me. I blame the Pilgramage for this and doubtlessly will be unhappy when the feeling finally departs. For now, though, I'm just riding the wave. I think it all comes back to love. Allen lectured today on how love was the most important virtue, etc. but I think its a lot more than that. Anything that is this powerful must be extremely important...I'd venture so far as to say the meaning of life is love. Perhaps we'll be judged not by what laws we broke but by how well we loved others. Think about it...not only did Jesus sum up the commandments into two sentences about love, but you can look at the 10 commandments and easily say that at the root of all of them IS love. If you truely love those around you, you will not be sinful. Or something like that.
My ability for coherent thought is vanishing quickly. Suffice to say, I feel incredibly loved these days. And I love those near and dear to me. I'm not sure I can say (its still hard to look someone in the eyes and say those words, at least when you're serious...I'm sure that'll return with time) but I definately feel it.
I'm unbearably excited for friday. I apparently might get to go visit schools (not sure yet, though...still gotta actually talk with ms. poppi about it) and then bhs. Quit telling me what you'll do if we lose...a) we won't b) you won't really do it c)I'd kick your ass if you tried d)I appreciate the enthusiasm, but it accomplishes nothing. Wanna help the team? Just come to the game and scream your lungs out. That'll suffice. Oh...and you could pray we don't get any injuries. Injuries would be bad. Heh.
It appears the apology was accepted...mm...wonder if things have finally worked out. That would be nice.
Posted by Viper37 at September 21, 2004 09:44 PM