Tuesday, November 20, 2012


Once they’re hooked
Beginners start to browse the uniforms
Coveting their own clean whites
A pristine mask
Unwrinkled glove

I also sense them
Shopping for appropriate ambitions
Trying on their goals and
Testing fit

That’s a beauty of our sport
Each of us can find a dream that’s
Comfortably beyond our normal reach
But not beyond our grasp

Some aim for the top while others
Strive with all they have to
Make a touch in every bout

Some scale the alphabet while teammates
Revel in their classless state
Youngsters spurt and test the limits of their
Ambling limbs their
Newfound strength
Veterans retrench and renegotiate the
Definition of success

Some drift away despite their magic touch, their
Grace—unfulfilled by their unearned success
Others struggle now and evermore
Addicted by the lure of what they never quite achieve
But might, the next time out

The lesson? If you find your joy in battle turning to frustration
Look within—the cure may lie in tweaking expectations

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