for those who weren’t there, or hadn’t remembered, let me remind you: I used to take sportS VERY SERIUOSLY
one year, probably my most fanatic about ALL sports, coincided with me taking a poetry class at the community college. and there are. some gEMS:
SORRY FOR THE SELF-REBLERG-SPAM BUT
I am reading Bradbury (like I do) and he is gently reminding me to go back. go back to the girl in men’s basketball tees who was fervent to the point of religion about her sports, who had otter heroes and a horse towel that came alive at night. go back there for your stories. GO
so I’m wondering. maybe there’s a story here. maybe I’ve got a sports/myths/search for meaning story in me