"I leave a lot out when I tell the truth"
I moved through the days like a severed head that finishes a sentence.
-Amy Hempel, The Harvest
My present state described better in one of her simple sentences than I could do in a novel. Please thank her for sparing you my attempt.
Well, the Redskins season finally came to a close on Saturday. It was a good season, compared to recent years at least. The late season playoff run is hopefully of sign of things to come. I wonder though how I would react if they ever got to the super bowl. I was so involved it kind of scared me. When the referee's explanation of the Sean Taylor incident during the Tampa Bay game was truncated by the crowd noise I was just boiling. From the replays I saw there was Taylor jawing at an opponent who then takes a swing at him. And Taylor draws the personal foul and ejection. WHAT?!?!?. Probably took a couple weeks off my life expectancy. If something crazy happened to the Redskins in the Superbowl I'd probably have a heart attack. Not unlike this Steeler fan.
While the Redskins played their last game on Saturday, today is when the season really ends. Today is the first day the Washington Post has not posted a new story about them since back in July. Checking that page just after 11pm EST is something I've done almost every day during the season for two or three years.
The chorus of Over the Rhine's "What I'll Remember Most" has been echoing in my head lately:
This is what I'll remember most about dying
So many moments like ghosts
Slipping through my hands in vain
You were 80% angel
10% demon
The rest was hard to explain
If I were to apply that angel/demon/hard to explain split to myself I'd be 10% angel, 10% demon and mostly just hard to explain.
That's another thing I like about poker, thinking about a hand and trying to figure out why I did something. When I started out someone would ask me why I did something and my only response was, It seemed like a good idea. "Why?" I dunno. I had no friggin' clue what I was doing. It's rare but I still have occasional moments when I do something totally irrational. The worst ones are when I'm mentally telling myself not to do the thing my hands go and do. Usually I stop myself before becoming a total donkey.
While my poker decisions have become extremely sound in the last two years I don't know that my life decisions have improved at all. Part of it seems to be that same knowing the right thing and then not doing it problem. Only instead of "fold you dummy," I'm ignoring the "get out of the house and do something productive" voice. Although my defense I'm absurdly skilled at finding reasons to procrastinate.
I guess the cliché is true, practice makes perfect.
-Amy Hempel, The Harvest
My present state described better in one of her simple sentences than I could do in a novel. Please thank her for sparing you my attempt.
Well, the Redskins season finally came to a close on Saturday. It was a good season, compared to recent years at least. The late season playoff run is hopefully of sign of things to come. I wonder though how I would react if they ever got to the super bowl. I was so involved it kind of scared me. When the referee's explanation of the Sean Taylor incident during the Tampa Bay game was truncated by the crowd noise I was just boiling. From the replays I saw there was Taylor jawing at an opponent who then takes a swing at him. And Taylor draws the personal foul and ejection. WHAT?!?!?. Probably took a couple weeks off my life expectancy. If something crazy happened to the Redskins in the Superbowl I'd probably have a heart attack. Not unlike this Steeler fan.
While the Redskins played their last game on Saturday, today is when the season really ends. Today is the first day the Washington Post has not posted a new story about them since back in July. Checking that page just after 11pm EST is something I've done almost every day during the season for two or three years.
The chorus of Over the Rhine's "What I'll Remember Most" has been echoing in my head lately:
This is what I'll remember most about dying
So many moments like ghosts
Slipping through my hands in vain
You were 80% angel
10% demon
The rest was hard to explain
If I were to apply that angel/demon/hard to explain split to myself I'd be 10% angel, 10% demon and mostly just hard to explain.
That's another thing I like about poker, thinking about a hand and trying to figure out why I did something. When I started out someone would ask me why I did something and my only response was, It seemed like a good idea. "Why?" I dunno. I had no friggin' clue what I was doing. It's rare but I still have occasional moments when I do something totally irrational. The worst ones are when I'm mentally telling myself not to do the thing my hands go and do. Usually I stop myself before becoming a total donkey.
While my poker decisions have become extremely sound in the last two years I don't know that my life decisions have improved at all. Part of it seems to be that same knowing the right thing and then not doing it problem. Only instead of "fold you dummy," I'm ignoring the "get out of the house and do something productive" voice. Although my defense I'm absurdly skilled at finding reasons to procrastinate.
I guess the cliché is true, practice makes perfect.