So I was home in Stamford this past weekend, and today and probably Tomorrow. Today and Tomorrow was unexpected. I’m not in Stamford all that often so I try to spend time with the few people I stay in contact with in the area. I was hoping to go cycling with a friend of mine but they couldn’t because it was Father’s Day. I also wanted to go up to my Lake House before work to enjoy the beautiful day.
As I was pulling out of my driveway about to head back towards Boston I realized that I had some sort of car problem. Had I driven on it any further my tire could have fallen off because I had a broken control arm. (My car drives well, it is just older and needs new parts. I am a safe driver and it is a safe car. I feel obliged to say this to a certain parent for certain reasons that I think we both know. I wouldn't want to worry anyone) I knew something felt weird after I hit a construction bump on the Merritt Parkway while coming home but I couldn’t quite diagnose it at the time. I thought it was either a minor break or spring problem but that wasn’t it.
I’m SO happy that I didn’t see my friend. I’ve never been so happy not to see someone. Glad they couldn't make it. It would not have been worth the drive. Having to tell my friend that my wheel fell off would be embarrassing. It is a very believable excuse though. I'm glad I didn't get stuck somewhere on the way to my Lake House either in the middle of nowhere, on the way to see a nice sunset and watch the U.S. Open in my game room.
I realize that as much as I wanted to see my friend, it was AWESOME that I didn’t. Same goes for not being at the Lake House when it's actually nice out. It was meant not to happen. Everything happens for a reason and I realize this more and more as life goes on. The difficult part is understanding those reasons at first, but over time they always seem to work out. I think a great example for me would be, why didn’t I keep in touch with people from high school. When I come home I realize why. They work at CVS, they live at home and the only cool things they have done since high school is go to high school parties, as 20 year olds. The “It will be $9.93. Yo, remember Sirade’s class. Remember when Keri threw a book out the window” is more than enough conversation to keep me satiated. (A GRE word right there) There is a reason I don't keep in contact with them. There is no reason too we have separate lives now.
This subject of everything happening for a reason also gets me thinking about sports. There have to be reasons that things happen and don’t happen. There is a reason you got cut from your freshman basketball team. It was gods way of telling you to study algebra and read Twain.
Seeing Cory Bildstein’s goal got me to work with women’s soccer. Going to a lacrosse game with Ryan Grace ended up getting me a meeting with the athletic director which lead me to marketing which lead me to sports management.
The Cubs losing makes people appreciate the Cubs winning a lot more. There is a reason why Armando Galarraga got a perfect game taken away from him on a bad call by Jim Joyce. It was so people could actually for once sympathize with an umpire rather than treat them as the scum of earth. Rather than telling them that they are fat, lazy, blind, old farts who couldn't pour piss out of a boot if the instructions were written on the heel.
There is a reason why UConn and Tennessee don’t play. It’s probably going to be so UConn and Baylor or Stanford can play and create some buzz. There is a reason that Dale Earnhardt died at Daytona, it was so safety would be made a concern and so that other drivers wouldn’t die.
There is a reason you lost the game. You didn’t prepare enough and you shouldn’t be rewarded for your lack of preparation. Out of that loss you will learn what is necessary to win.
Something good comes out of something bad because you always learn or benefit from failure. It may not seem like that at first, or for a few months, or years, but after a while you always understand why it turned out the way it did.
So Cleveland, if Lebron James were to leave there might be a reason for it. Maybe it’s so the Cavaliers will win the Draft Lottery and get someone better than Lebron. Maybe it’s so you will stop following basketball and spend more time with your family and friends.
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