At camp this summer

At camp this summer I finally realized why I absolutely love sports. I am not even that good at them. When I shoot around at basketball I only make half the shots. I mostly hit the back of the rim, that space between the orange rim and the fiberglass backboard. I am kind of fast which helps out with football and ultimate Frisbee. Mediocrity was and still is my name on the baseball diamond, and lets just not talk about golf. Regardless, I was shooting around one day in the gym at camp and I kept missing shots. Chasing down the ball as it bounced hard off that nothing-space and to the other side of the court, the pivotal question of life entered my mind.
Why?
Why do I exert so much energy and time just to make the ball into the round hole? Why do I kill myself playing ball with teenagers when I am so not-that-good? I could just stay home and watch TV.
Or learn origami.
Or alligator wrestle.

Sometimes I amaze myself playing sports. I will drive to the basket and spin and just throw the ball up like a grandma and it goes over the backboard and swishes(under no conscience effort of my own). Then along with everyone else there I ask my self…
“Did that just happen?”

“FUNKY WHITE BOY!!!”

That’s what I holler out when I make those crazy accidental shots.
Yes of course it just happened. The ball went into and through the basket. You can’t deny it. No one can deny it. There is never a mistake about whether or not a ball went through a net. It went through that net and that is the truth.

Truth

It is an exercise in truth. Truth I can see and hear. Scoring points in the athletic arena is tangible truth. If it’s not as obvious as basketball it’s worth serious replay and a commercial break. It’s worth paying men in striped shirts good money to determine the truth. Did that just happen? Let’s go to the replay!
When I play or watch sports I get a taste of truth. It consistently rains around me each play and score. I feed off of it and with each drop I get something I can’t get in the normal grind of life. Life keeps giving me uncertainties and I grow weary of that. When I see and hear this tangible truth I am reminded that I yearn and long for ultimate truth. Who wants crumbs when you can have the feast? Till then I will let the crumbs remind me of the feast.

FUNKY WHITE BOY