AT MY AGE

At my age we don’t start the day with a lion’s roar, but rather with the purr and demure of a royal cat, one I adore and tribute as the perfect companion and gives me company, when in my dreams I see a royal throne and a place of splendor, just waiting for my arrival. 

Frozen in time and eternal it gives me comfort, to put cat food out and a water dish and turn up the heat to displace the morning chill, as we all get things started, day after day, and never boring, as I am centered in the mind of perfection, even as I know, The Lion’s Roar is the signal to get it all going in the right direction, picking up power and energy and by the end of the day, through the marvel of modern ways and means, its all been done and said, somewhere out there, mostly independent of me. 

And at my age, I don’t care.  I have made my peace with the setting sun.  And with you.  

New Years is but a week away.  So I implore.  Make those changes while you can.  New ways and new intentions, and at my age, the lions roar, and not so much does this influence me.  If and when I do something different, it comes with a time-release capsule that speeds things along, makes my blood thick or thinner, depending on the week and the day and the readout on my tiny app that suggests if you do this, health and wealth and happiness will be yours today. 

And at my age, we don’t believe everything we read.  But that is just the lessons of time and endurance and survival kicking in.  Let the others take on that world of better deeds and proficiency.  Get it right and you will be rewarded.  So they say.  Is the carrot they dangle in front of me.   And so far, so good.  In the history of sports and neighborhood football, we have had a good year.

And so that brings me to the point of boil, as I talk about Seattle and Seahawks, and the second NFL season that will get new life, as 2013 comes into play.  And yes, New Years is but a week away.  And tis my purpose now to share information and dedicate some of this blog space to American Football, nfl-style.

 Just to remind myself and others, NFL, stands for:  not-for-long.  Short season and before you know it, its over.  Injuries accrue.  And the teams that are still winning more than they are losing, play a single elimination tournament that gives the last team to win, a trophy and a Super Bowl reputation that they can take to the grave with them, if that’s how it goes.  A young man’s sport.  Takes strength and vitality and a lot of talent.  And so it seems, walking distance from my residence is a place where the Seattle Seahawks play football.

 

And now, more than ever, The Lion’s Roar and people are taking notice.  Winning games and doing it in style, the gossip is that these guys are on a roll, and if you play them in this tournament, be prepared.  These guys are good.  And at my age, all this comes as good news.  Restores my faith.  Gives a few more weeks of anticipation. 

And that’s it.  Win or Lose.  Looking forward to the attention that all this brings to the people of this city and area.  Seattle, a suburb of Alaska.  Have heard such things, and brings up a good belly laugh.  “How silly.”  But then I realize I am dedicated to the moment and to the integrity and respect that comes when we get things right.  And so the game is football.  Violence and Sports.  

And I am thinking.   This year is almost over.  Wink at Santa, and praise his words, as we see him and the reindeers go out of sight, “Peace Be With You.  And to all, a good night and a good year.  Just around the next bend.”  

Am beyond the point of incomprehensible guilt.  War is not my first thought, and yet football players on the front line, instilled with a warrior’s desire and mentality;  Push the opponent back, and take his place and territory, one inch at a time.  My only goal, is his defeat.  And this gets me looking for fingerprints on the glass and with my suspicious nature, a sense of injustice.  But for now its just a game.   

 

By repetition and doing, and consent, we buy a ticket and pay the price for letting things become an everyday correspondence, one with the 15 year old, playing combat games on the video console.  Teaching by doing, and without hesitation, taking the field with young lions and players, on their way to victory at The Super  Bowl.  Just a game.   But yes, what a game and the way they play it inspires me.  Super Bowl Champions.  2013.  Go Hawks.  

Young Lions going to war.  Is that it?  Making New Year’s Plans, and I ask again.  “Is that all there is?  Young men at war?”  And the reassurance of The Elders saying, “No worries.  Its just a game.”  WE choose to play.   And give to our children.  Best we can do.  Presents under the tree.  An autographed football.  The subscription reads, “Go Hawks.”  Bought at a store.  Signed by their star players.  Leaves us wanting more.  

And like I was saying, New Years is but a week away  Make those changes while you can.  And at my age, the time is now.  And I live in peace.  One day at a time.  At my campsite.  Honor morning and sunrise and the chance to suggest.  Better Times Are Coming.  2013.  A New Year.