Monday, January 11, 2010

I was always shoddy at timing, but then I never really believed it was about timing. And then sometimes I think that's all it is.

Guess it doesn't help when I'm consistently running away, or they're away or, well, it's always something.

Most days I just wonder, when am I just going to be enough? Forget the miles, forget the hundreds of other reasons why it just won't work. When will I, simply be enough. Cause I know, it was never the miles, never was.

But then again, who the hell knows what it's all about?

So, in quoting Little Giants (it was a magnificent film for the ages):

Danny O'Shea: When we were kids. We used to race our bikes down Cherry Hill every day after school. We raced every day and he always beat me, but one time, one time... I beat him.

Danny O'Shea: Well, wait a second, guys. Who said you had to be good to play football? You play football because you want to. You play football because it's fun. You play football so you could pretend you're Joe Montana throwing a touchdown pass, or Emmitt Smith going for a long run. And even if those Cowboys are better than you guys, even if they beat you 99 times out of 100, that still leaves...

Tad: One time.
Rudy Zolteck: One time.
Junior Floyd: [Smiles] Yeah... one time!

I'm only looking for one win.

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