These days, I’m enjoying the world’s definition of “football” more so than the American version. That is to say that soccer has become a favorite for my viewing pleasure. I thought I’d never say that. This is a 180-degree pivot from my past. I used to think it was boring. Now I’m boring, so the sport has caught up to me.
I’m at the point in my life where guys kicking a ball up and down the pitch for 90-plus minutes, far and away represents more enjoyment than spending my Sunday watching three hours of commercials interrupted briefly every few minutes in order that a few modern day gladiators of the NFL can butt heads.
We need a few more magnanimous people in our lives and a few less pusillanimous ones. How ‘bout those two words in the same sentence? Society would be much better if we shifted to giving rather than not. If you are playing along, you just got a hint as to the definition(s) of these two powerful words.
Stopping to smell the roses isn’t the issue for me. It’s remembering what they smelled like. That’s the tough part. My guess is that there are very few “memories for a lifetime.” We romanticize over the idea that an event will be pressed between the pages of our minds forever and ever. Fact is, most of our memories barely last a lunch time, let alone a lifetime. Sadly, I remember less and less about those moments that I should have tucked away forever. My guess is there are others like me whose mental photographs are sketchy at best. Life happens.
Under the category of “you’ve got to be kidding – I never thought of it like that,” is a discussion I had with my wife this past Friday night while we were attending a Royals-Yankees game in Kansas City. A long-time buddy got married on Saturday, so we made a weekend of it. A good time was had by all.