Wounded and gashed - but I will live another day.

I had started to write a great blog with an easy to follow thought pattern and clever use of emotion provoking words and phrases. But I realized that I just couldn't talk about that because I need to come up with reason as to why I loved and loathed sports - and right now, while I know the reasons that I love sports, I just can't express it because I don't feel it.

Why do I care so much? Why do I hurt so much? In this case, I can't express anything other than I feel as if I had a javelin thrust through my heart and twisted to force pain. I am glad for a great season and I will never forget the thrill that "Game 5" (you should know what I mean) brought. In moments like this, I have to hold onto the sheer thrill of the steal and dunk to bring the game within one point, I have to cling to the emotions that 4th quarter forced into me, oh yes, the roller coaster of emotions that were within me throughout.

Right now, life sucks, and the roller coaster continues because while I know my values and joy in life don't come from my team being the best of thirty or so other teams, I do know that this sucks.

Well, now I'm going to Youtube great sports moments and live in the agony this devastating loss but in the joy I find reliving the past moments of greatness - that only ultimately ended in bitter failure.



When Cleveland finally wins a championship, be it baseball, basketball, or football (save the WNBA), oh, will it be a sweet, sweet day. And yes, I will shed tears as I did tonight.