i’m happy if i get through a basketball game without having to recuse myself. i’m happy if i get through without a cramp, a concussion or a stroke. yeah i play with a bunch of young guys, and yeah i know that may sound super weird to some, but yeah i’m just happy if i get through without having to beg god for mercy.
nobody speaks to god these days. i do. i‘ve no actual idea what it means but i heard the line somewhere and i liked it. but one doesn’t need to understand to interpret and appreciate the concept. to me it just seems as though people don’t speak to themselves, ourselves, each other, to god these days. i only speak to her if i cramp up. i had a real long chat after getting an elbow in my rib-cage recently. at least i think it was an elbow. it was either deeply bruised ribs or liver cancer, and since then my prayers have been answered and i’m in remission (or it was a bruise,) and i’ve since returned to the courts. i don’t hold terribly strong opinions but it sure seems like prayers work, sometimes.
mostly, i stay away from people who hold strong opinions. i’m very definite about that opinion. i can’t understand anyone unable to understand a differing point of view. and i hate people who hate blacks, jews, muslims, chinese, native americans, native canadians, latinos... the list goes on and on. mostly i just feel nobody speaks to god these days.
in basketball there’s something called ‘hoisting up a prayer.’ it’s when the game’s down to the last seconds, you’re in a terrible position to take a shot but you throw it up and hope for the best. i did that the other day and suffice it to say my prayer was not answered, not that time. but i got through without having to beg god for mercy, so i thank god and i thank you, for reading, for being. best wishes; me.