Sports are a mere reflection or microcosm of life itself. Dan Jenkins wrote a novel once called Life Its Own-Self which always has reminded me of this axiom.
The fairy dust Oklahoma City Thunder beat the Spurs in San Antonio last night by a 109-103 count. Even my wife, who pretty much hates sports was sitting next to me. I told her it would be magical and kind of like an out of body experience for her. It was and in reality I was never even remotely anxious when the feel good Thunder were down by 14 points.
I knew they were going to win. You could see it in their body language. This magical sense of trust and respect these players have for each other right now.
It’s why we play, coach, and watch sports.
I can’t sit here and write that Chris Paul is Max Scherzer or that Shai is Steven Strasburg, but I can dream it. I can dream that somehow when Russell Westbrook was traded to Houston it was that Bryce Harper flash of genius moment which somehow righted the Thunder’s axis in the basketball cosmos.
I wouldn’t go to Vegas with what I’m writing here or even say it to Jim Traber on the air, but I sure can sure as hell write it on my little blog and feel good about it on January 3rd.
I didn’t mean to post this, but I did and since I love Al Pacino… I’ll go ahead and leave it up. What could it hurt?