For a long time I’ve had an ambition, a goal. It was a goal I began to put together in high school. It has stayed with me. Over time that ambition became something of a vision, something I felt I literally had to achieve. Without going into details, since we all have our goals and things we need to achieve, I’ll say that it is something I still feel with the same fervor I did 35 years ago.
Which means that it’s been 35 years, and it’s still not done.
I’ve been a sports fan most of my life. It started with baseball, moved on to football and has flirted with hockey and basketball (sports I can’t play as well). As a kid, I spent evenings listening to the radio, following the local teams. I’d get emotional about it. I’d want my guys to win. They wouldn’t often and I would live with that. Sadly. Toughly. I’d go to school the next day and be alright. Though for awhile there my mom was concerned I was getting too involved, too upset when my team lost. She even sent me away to a special camp one summer for kids with emotional issues.