ericberry4heisman
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You know, it's interesting how the world seems to need some people who just can't find the smooth and easy path, and they crash around and break stuff (mostly themselves, at least for a while) and rage at How Things Are. I often think that their assignment in life must be to help the rest of us blink and realize what's real and what's important, and what's illusion and what we can let go.Nice post. My mom says that. There but for the grace of god goes me. But she says it about me. Sigh.
I agree if it was us doing it to them. But it wasn't. I have anger issues, I would have fought him if I saw him that night. Dooley too.
You know, it's interesting how the world seems to need some people who just can't find the smooth and easy path, and they crash around and break stuff (mostly themselves, at least for a while) and rage at How Things Are. I often think that their assignment in life must be to help the rest of us blink and realize what's real and what's important, and what's illusion and what we can let go.
A lot of them are artists, although not necessarily with a capital A. They see things with a bit of a slant, and they see a lot of the crap that goes on in this sorry-ass world, and many times, they just can't handle it. Some are lucky, though, and they get through it and figure out how to tell the rest of us. They become the Bob Dylans and Mavis Stapleses and John Hiatts who tell us how it is. (You can tell I'm buried in music.)
I went through a lot of this myself in years gone by, but by sheer dumb luck (aka that grace of God thing), I seem to have some sort of internal balance that keeps me from getting seriously crazy, or at least not for too long. My son is struggling with this now, trying to reconcile that inner feeling of how things ought to be with the dull and grimy reality of how things are, and it kills me to watch him going through it. I'd take all the bullets for him if I could, but I can't. There it is.
I don't know what to say to those flailing through the chaos, other than to say to keep stripping off the layers of how things are s'pozed to be, according to what the teachers and the preachers and the politicians and your next-door neighbors tell you, until you get down to what's real to you, and what's important. And be clear-eyed with yourself about how chemicals can both help temporarily (by dulling the anguish) and hurt forever (by keeping you stuck, and from pushing through those last obstacles), and know when it's time to take the pain and move forward. And do know that there are people who love you, even when they could pretty easily strangle you at times.
No one knows what it's like until you go through it yourself, or have a loved one go through it.
Meanwhile, umm, go Gruden and all that, I guess.
Good opinion REb. Makes alot of sense to me now that you put it that way. But honestly couldn't they have knelt down and ran time completely off? Maybe I'm mistaken. Wouldn't be the first time.I think there was more to that TD than trying to run up the score. At that point if they kick a fg, a TD from us still wins. If they didn't get the TD, we have 91 yards to go with 14 seconds left and no timeouts. If they kick a fg, they have to risk kicking off to a guy that had already housed one earlier. If they kick a touchback, we get the ball at the 25 with 14 seconds left. It was a smart call.
A+ post. I'm gonna save this post and read it when times get rough. Best post I have read in years honestly. If we aren't already "friends" on Volnation, can you send me a request? I'm on mobile and can't figure it out.
You know, it's interesting how the world seems to need some people who just can't find the smooth and easy path, and they crash around and break stuff (mostly themselves, at least for a while) and rage at How Things Are. I often think that their assignment in life must be to help the rest of us blink and realize what's real and what's important, and what's illusion and what we can let go.
A lot of them are artists, although not necessarily with a capital A. They see things with a bit of a slant, and they see a lot of the crap that goes on in this sorry-ass world, and many times, they just can't handle it. Some are lucky, though, and they get through it and figure out how to tell the rest of us. They become the Bob Dylans and Mavis Stapleses and John Hiatts who tell us how it is. (You can tell I'm buried in music.)
I went through a lot of this myself in years gone by, but by sheer dumb luck (aka that grace of God thing), I seem to have some sort of internal balance that keeps me from getting seriously crazy, or at least not for too long. My son is struggling with this now, trying to reconcile that inner feeling of how things ought to be with the dull and grimy reality of how things are, and it kills me to watch him going through it. I'd take all the bullets for him if I could, but I can't. There it is.
I don't know what to say to those flailing through the chaos, other than to say to keep stripping off the layers of how things are s'pozed to be, according to what the teachers and the preachers and the politicians and your next-door neighbors tell you, until you get down to what's real to you, and what's important. And be clear-eyed with yourself about how chemicals can both help temporarily (by dulling the anguish) and hurt forever (by keeping you stuck, and from pushing through those last obstacles), and know when it's time to take the pain and move forward. And do know that there are people who love you, even when they could pretty easily strangle you at times.
No one knows what it's like until you go through it yourself, or have a loved one go through it.
Meanwhile, umm, go Gruden and all that, I guess.
Eloquently put, sir. Means a lot. I've been where Goat is. I spend my days helping others get through it as a counselor now. This post is very meaningful to me, and it looks like you have touched Goat, too (no homo). Hang in there Goat. I'm praying for ya man.
I don't like the sound of Tony B's blog this morning! Can we send Cheek packing with Dools?
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