woke up after a terrible nightmare involving the team and powerstruggles galore.
its very sad to see the team in such a shape. ill take passive indifference over power struggle tension any day.
cant think over that this is my last game. and i almost didnt make it to this day. i almost performed a crazed swan dive, rugby suicide if you will.
i dont know what this all means.
i know a part of me is dead. i know that this will probably be the last time i do anything of this nature for quite a long time.
i just hope and want that the team has fun together. our last game of the year. i wonder if anyone feels like i do? i hope the whole team doesnt.
there is no glory in this last game for me. i suppose i didnt want there to be.
i dont know how to constructively say goodbye to something that has become so deeply entrenched in my being.
so i run away. GReeaaat.
some help from history:
Unless what we do is useful, our glory is vain. [Lat., Nisi utile est quod facimus, stulta est gloria.]
Author:
Phaedrus (Thrace of Macedonia)Source: Fables (III, 17, 12)
Glory follows virtue as if it were its shadow.
Author:
Marcus Tullius CiceroSource: None
Real glory springs from the silent conquest of ourselves.
Author:
Joseph P. ThompsonSource: None