Simplicity
Everyone either does or should have a relaxation regime to glue together the shreds of sanity every 24 hours to make it to the next 24 hours.
My routine is quite basic. I wake up one hour before I?m due at work, grab my painfully strong coffee and sit on the couch to soak in the glory that is SportsCenter.
One hour of nothing. No thinking, no jarring for position, no mechanics of human nature and the how to?s of dealing with one another, no one else to distract me?it?s just nothing. Just me and the wonderfully simple world of sports.
Maybe that?s why I enjoy sports so much; it?s not complicated or confusing. You either win or you lose (yeah, thanks I?m quite aware that there are ties, but hey you at least get a point for a tie in hockey, so just run with me here, folks). There isn?t much of a grey area in sports. Two teams, one goal. Simple. Basic. Soothing.
Life, alas, is not so similar.
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There are times when I get bored of sports, when their fundamental meaninglessness becomes so obvious that it's hard to care. But then, out of nowhere, comes something to remind me why I became so passionate to begin with: a great play, an underdog champion, a wonderful last-second shot.
Sports, like life, are as complicated or as simple as we make them. Every day I wake up in bed next to you is a victory; everything else is just gravy.
Posted by: Kevin B. O'Reilly | February 26, 2004 10:00 PM