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soccer wounds and scars

soccer-wounds & scarsso after nearly 13 years of watching a boy kick around a ball, chapters of youth soccer, club soccer and high school come to an end. the final high school season saw his team “do better than they’ve ever done” only to end with a thud in a game they should have won and extended their season a bit more. it hurt, games hurt, even the good ones, the wins, they even leave marks.

accolades for a job done well. all-state second team, all-city first team, 4th in balloting for player of the year in lexington and i couldn’t be prouder. but i know he disappointed, plagued by more “grown-up” injuries, a low-back issues, pulled groin, sore hamstring, etc. at times just made it a win to be on the field. he’ll never understand how without him out there the team couldn’t have had the success they shared.

for a pop, there’s a dull pain, countless hours on the road, in shitty hotel rooms off the interstates in ohio, north carolina, tennessee, missouri, indiana, illinois, west virginia, virginia and kentucky. eating what vegetarian fare we could find in the middle of nowhere, laughing at youtube videos, giggling at funny walking locals and smiles, tears, cuss words and more than anything, so much love. i love the game, i love watching him play the game, i love how he was able to see that he was good at something, so therefore he might be able to be good at many things.

soccer leaves wounds and scars, the best kind.

spring springs.

Holden-2016

with the change of the seasons, the ball begins it’s roll towards goals. off feet, between legs, through the air–not always sure and true but never forgetful of the points that lie in wait.

discovery.

sonic

at some point i became old. i didn’t just discover that fact. it’s been a lingering notion. there’s wasn’t any sort of epiphany, more a black spot of mold that occurred on the bottom of my soul’s shower curtain and slowly, methodically crept unnoticed until it caught my gaze. i fight this mentally with the act of discovery, new music, old music i haven’t heard and images. new and old that continue to spark interest. i just know if i stop this act of discovery then the mold will only grow faster, there’s no outrunning it sure, but there has to be way to slow the dampening. nothing profound, just continuing to have to energy for the unknown things that the senses can still distinguish.

 

 

another one through.

Split.

another year of youth soccer wrapped this past weekend. around 2,200 miles logged through a half dozen states or so. long drives, cheap hotels, craft beers, KindTM bars, grapes, oranges, vegan pizzas, ugly socks and moments. moments of joyful play, painful losses, car naps, good songs and words. sometimes many, sometimes few. boys and pops. i know i am on a count down when it comes to these moments. they grow…UP. boy #1 is job searching, living out of town for stretches, talking about his next life and wants…#2 has school, girl, guitars and a slinging hash at the pool. changes (turn and face the strange). here’s to one less season of soccer, still a few more but i’m remembering to savor all the moments on the ball even if there is another one through.

 

goal oriented.

holden goes bang bang.

have a goal or two. celebrate reaching them with pistolero fingers. repeat.

 

so, nothing is going to stop you?

no-stop

it’s easy to mouth off in defiance, “ain’t nothing or no one gonna stop me from living my dreams…” but in reality just about everything is set-up in this life to do just that…stop you from living your dreams. but that is where you come in, have the determination to be your own person, set your own sights, and follow through on “you.” it’s gotten a little cliche’ but “you do you” isn’t such a bad message. do you, and push through, you can get there…where ever there is for you.

kilroy was here.

kilroy was here.
sometimes what you think you are taking the picture of isn’t the picture, after all.

 

Face Palm

Palm Readings

palm reading was used during the Middle Ages to detect witches. It was believed that certain spots on the hand indicated one had made a pact with the Devil. although it was condemned by the Catholic Church but in the 17th century it was taught at several German universities. Britain outlawed palmistry in the 18th century but it’s popular enough in America in the 20th century to deserve its own book in the Complete Idiot Guide series. this place above is on 2nd street in Nashville, one of busiest, tourist walks in the South. don’t get me wrong, i ain’t judging but instead of dropping $40 to have someone tell you your future, why don’t you take that money and go live it.

what would…?

WWWWD?

hey, the newest year is here, i would usually say, “it’s a time for reflection,” but i have a different outlook now that i am legitimately “old.” i’m more into questioning as a new way of going at the other half or so of my existence. the “what can, what if, and what would” as i examine the where next of this life…anyway, have a happy new year. i’m going to say, “why not?”

happy halloween.

Indy Wall Face.

so yeah, they say Halloween has taken over as the second most popular holiday…in terms of spending cash to celebrate, decorate and expectorate…as it’s gained in popularity, mine seems to have waned. not that i dislike fright. i actually love it, i just had to tacky, dumb commercialism of scares…i guess that’s all part of getting old. nonetheless, enjoy your halloween in whatever way you please. maybe i will pull out some hitchcock or hooper, some carpenter or kubrick… anyway, be scared.