The Danger in Dreams
Buster Posey's life is over. There's no greater height to which he can aspire.
Rookie year. Home Run. World Series.
How can you aim any higher than that? Sure, he can settle-in and become one of the greatest players ever. Sure, he's got a long career ahead of him, and can grow into a great all-around player who will be highly regarded for decades.
But Jeez - the home run last night is one of those stats that is so unusual, it's going to go from "feather in his cap" to "wishing it never happened" as it dogs him for the next few years; he should take whatever advice fallen child stars can offer, because he's always going to be compared to what he did in last night's game. It's going to haunt him forever.
Ball players routinely say they've dreamed since they were kids of playing in the Majors. And playing in the World Series. And hitting a home-run in the World Series.
So what happens to your dreams - the ones that form early, the ones that you're passionate about, the ones that are supposed to stay with you your entire life - what happens when you've fulfilled them and you've got so much life left before you?
My guess is that nothing will supplant Posey's dreams, now. Nothing can.
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Rookie year. Home Run. World Series.
How can you aim any higher than that? Sure, he can settle-in and become one of the greatest players ever. Sure, he's got a long career ahead of him, and can grow into a great all-around player who will be highly regarded for decades.
But Jeez - the home run last night is one of those stats that is so unusual, it's going to go from "feather in his cap" to "wishing it never happened" as it dogs him for the next few years; he should take whatever advice fallen child stars can offer, because he's always going to be compared to what he did in last night's game. It's going to haunt him forever.
Ball players routinely say they've dreamed since they were kids of playing in the Majors. And playing in the World Series. And hitting a home-run in the World Series.
So what happens to your dreams - the ones that form early, the ones that you're passionate about, the ones that are supposed to stay with you your entire life - what happens when you've fulfilled them and you've got so much life left before you?
My guess is that nothing will supplant Posey's dreams, now. Nothing can.
Disclaimer: This Entry was originally posted at http://fionnbharro.dreamwidth.org/439069.html and will eventually become my primary Journal. Please consider joining me there; it uses the same interface as LiveJournal (so you'll feel comfortable using it), but has less spam, fewer problems with management, and better user-control regarding privacy issues. Ask me for a membership invitation!