the view from the lowdive

excerpt of personal document written by someone I care deeply for

but theres something about being down 20-3 that feels good.  I feel almost fully convinced that I am here for a higher purpose, to get beaten oh so terribly in the opening ninty five hundredths of a game, that I am supposed to be humiliated, and ostracized, and belittled, and doubted and counted out and left to dry, and ignored and sent to pasture; all to respond with brilliance, to save the lepers, to inspire others and for the last time myself, to let out the howl that finds someone lonely on a cliffs edge.  The truth is, we lost 21-18, but don’t jump.  The opening of the game was bad bounces and bad beats, and the comeback run was marvelous, everything I ever dreamed of.