Don't ask me, it's a basketball thing. At any rate, today started out rough but my immune system stopped wallowing in doubt and self-pity long enough to make a major push against my cold. My nose may as well just be a raw mound of flesh, but otherwise I'm doing pretty well. So... hooray!
I felt well enough to go to the Tennessee-LSU basketball game tonight with my father (I got free tickets from my mentoring thing), and it turned out quite well. He's an interesting person, my father. He's perceptive, he knows a lot about a lot of things, and he can be a pretty nice guy. And then he can be paranoid, sadistic, and selfish. People, eh?
Aside from that, the game was nice too. There's a certain epic aspect to sports games like that. The crowd is united as one body, standing behind their avatars upon the field of battle. The pain the players feel, the crowd feels. The highs, the lows, the momentum, all can be detected without watching a moment of the game but just listening to the crowd. When I was little and went to football games, I remember knowing if the player made the catch only by the way the crowd reacted (since I couldn't see over the mass that had risen from its idle slumber). It's almost surreal. It makes you feel accepted and a part of something greater than yourself like few things can. I guess one of the things I regret not doing is participating in a sport. I love events where I feel like I'm important and can make a difference. Not something where if you fail you're penalized, like Band, but something like an athletic sport where if you excel you're rewarded. Perhaps, in that escapist environment, I can forget the isolation of existentialism and immerse myself in an atmosphere of unity and comaderie. My computer game is rather like that too. Why do you think I like it so much?
I guess I'm done for now. Enjoy the second half of your weekends!
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