What A Game

Last night was a first. So many things happening at once. Any number of ways to satisfy inquisitiveness and/or gather intel. There should’t be much doubt as to the importance of this moment in history. We, rightly or wrongly, are making it so dramatic that those tasked with the recording of it have it pretty good. There is no lack of news-worry stories to follow. Pick one, and it inevitably leads down a rabbit hole of horror. 

As mentioned in yesterday’s post, here on the verge of resistance fatigue, we must find a way to cope with the stress coming at us from all directions. Most of it from the top. That is what trickles down, not money from tax-breaks. You simply cannot argue that minorities, women, students, seniors and environmentalists are not being subjected to massive amounts of daily stress. Anyone with more than a couple of empathy cells in their body also feels the pressure, some as shame, some as anger, some peaceful and some militant. How we distance ourselves from the relentless onslaught of intentional cruelty is critical if we are to stay engaged in this struggle. Because the human body, as directed by our survival mechanisms, wants to avoid pain and suffering. So we create disaster scenarios as protection. We overtly distract our awareness because it is impossible to maintain constant vigilance without blowing a gasket. This illustrates the importance of sleep. It is also the subliminal response to work, going out of comfort zone, searching for maximum and overachieving. In exercise physiology we call it an interval. 

AND TO BE SUCCESSFUL THERE NEEDS TO BE A RECOVERY PERIOD AFTER EVERY REP. 

Or one burns out, fades away or is injured. When I spoke of my guilty pleasure of college football yesterday, it being my escape, however temporary, from the banal realities of the world outside of the NCAA, in no way was I preparing for what was to take place last night.

The slime-ball republicans are rushing a tainted candidate through a senate hearing for a life-time appointment to the Supreme Court. You know the story. The politics are so greasy and corrupt they make Charles Manson look like a saint. This is important. Everyone will one way or another feel the results of this decision at some point down the line. Everyone. 

It is Friday night and ESPN, in their eternal quest for an audience they can leverage to sell commercial time, is showing a game I would like to watch to scout two of our future opponents. It is 2000 as I return from a terrific 2x20 set in the PowerBarn and settle down to debrief. 

Two things are happening at once. I cannot chose one without wondering about the other. It has been said that time is what keeps everything from happening at once, and I chuckle at the absurdity and its truthiness. So I split-screen the difference. 

The paradox of watching the Washington State Cougars play the University of Southern California Trojans with Rachael Maddow providing the color commentary on the Brett Kavanaugh hearing is actually quite pleasing. 

What a game!