I have played and coached sports all of my life and am a firm believer in the old adage that: "Sports are a metaphor for life."
GAME OVER He had taught me – sports as a metaphor- for life. The inside fastball was coming - I knew it!!! but couldn’t get out of the way. Damn!!! It sent me crumbling - painfully writhing – stifling a curse. The pass rush was coming – I could feel it!!! Crushing me as the ball slid from my hand. I lay face down – painfully aware – of the mud and grass - muttering a curse. The end was coming – it was inevitable – life’s time clock running out. I stood weeping – as the lights went out – cursing in the dark. He had endured – honored life’s field – left it better for his having played. John G. Lawless 12/16/2015
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