Abstract: The Calm And Focus of Football
When I was a boy, just moments before every football game,
I’d slip into a panic.
My heart thumped,
And my mind crashed into a hoard of anxious thoughts.
Thankfully, when the whistle blew, and the first play was signaled-in from the sideline,
I always found my focus.
My breathing slowed,
and my thoughts melted into one single notion: the task at hand.
For the next sixty minutes, the game was all that existed in my world,
and all my energy went into it.
25 years year after I stopped playing the game I loved,
I’m still searching for the moments when nothing matters but the task at hand,
the game to replace the game.