@REHawk
Coach, just between us, as I age, it gets harder to connect to the deep spirit of the game that triggers posting onslaughts.
Aging is something I have tried to do gracefully, and I am at peace with the almighty. So: I don’t really mind getting old on most levels, for it beats hell out of the alternative. And I dig the joy of learning as much as ever.
But the part of aging I hate with a passion is the repetitive discovery and, so, reinforced knowing of the darkness, not after death, but in the human soul of some of those at the highest levels manipulating our leaders; that part of aging callouses the heart and makes is difficult to connect with the life force that makes life so worth living.
Yet we cannot be the change we seek, if we let our hearts harden.
And the bad guys strategy is always to harden us with such dark knowledge to cut us off from the life force, and then dissociate us with trauma and fill our brothers and sisters with fake explanations. It is a cruel strategy lady justice has not found a way to counter balance yet.
Some days the only thing that knock the callouses off are the beautiful and undoubtful doings of some basketball players and basketball coaches going about their business on the sacred wood.
Its strange that the game is as essential to me now, as it was, when I was 8…only in a different way.
I pity those that let go of it just because it gets hard to access that deepest level of the game, or that never dare to.
But I confess, what used to come easy, comes harder now.
Still and all, I don’t resort to substances to stimulate the connection.
That would be cheating.
I get there the old fashioned way.
I care.
Rock Chalk!
