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Finally, the retribution for my Leafs loss to the Flyers on that ill-fated trip to Air Canada Centre(January 19th, 2003 to be exact). Not that I really wanted a Leafs win, I did hope for Flyers success to complete the X-mas gift to Laurie. We had seats suitable for royalty. The Wachovia Center was electric. I have a new profound appreciation for the fans from the city of brotherly love, there was a spell when they abused the priviledge to be a fan by seeming disinterested in the game.... that has evaporated. I honestly felt a chill when the Flyers fans showed resounding support during a time-out called by Hitch with 30 seconds to go, their team within 1 goal. A solid 3-2 win in regulation, it renews my spirit as a Maple Leaf fan despite their paultry season.
Zen Garden. A quite place of respite that Laurie and I enjoy. We were not disappointed friday eve. This weekend was a team no-show at Trailways, several factors such as my head wrench (bro) convinced me that no-one was going to enjoy freezing their ass off at the races (though he was conveniently slamming to Korn-Mudvayne in Baltimore), Mr. Les Still predicted a cold overcast and raw day, and my funked up back wasn't going to withstand the grunt work that comes with an adventure with my rocket. Lo and behold sun dominated the day in Hanover. Photos form the day's event seemed to exude a warmth almost inviting glow. Damn. My solace was an enjoyable shopping gaunt with Laurie. Then a sunday excursion to Erdenheim and Landsdale. First with friends, then family. Everytime I watch Monsters, Inc., I always get a new perspective, this time from a 5 year old. The day was a wide breadth of generations, the 5 year being the youngest and the 84 year old grandmas we visited later that evening. Both Laurie's grandmas were in attendance at Outback Steakhouse. What a hoot. Virginia is a pistol, I can tell she doesn't take herself too seriously (although the wine is a great assistant). Isabella is quite the opposite, proud and stoic, which is impressive since she still maintains her tall stature of 6'. Just once I wish should tell me what's really going on inside... Typical of my relationship with racing, I rode the roller coaster once again.
There are times when I wonder, it this all worth it? ...playing soccer late at night. Getting beat on by hacks that lost a step 5 years ago, loses it's appeal after a few games. I've got 3 indoor sessions under my belt and the body is fighting it. My most recent set-back is a few ribs that jumped out of place, an injury exacerbated last night by a hip check some guy thru on me 3 weeks ago. I've always, no matter what sport, have come back to a resounding yes - it is worth it. ES went undefeated this session. A testament to Jeff Cothren and his ability to manage a team, and to each of our core players' mentality to play a team game and maintain composure throughout. The satisfaction of this accomplishment will drive me to continue... so goes my impetus.
Oftentimes I've ponder on random thoughts that pervade my conscious. Now, through the beauty of the internet, should the moment strike me, I have an outlet. Prepare for the inner workings of a man who struggles to achieve everything and nothing, the balance of life, the experience of it.
