When you sit in the press box and watch plays as they develop, over the due course of time you begin to recognize a different game; one that is less about what I hope and more about a better understanding of what I see. There is a harsher truth, sometimes, to what I see, than there ever is to what I hope.
Some time ago, I wrote a line that I really think is so true to so many moments that I will repeat it here: between despair and hope lay the minutiae of everyday living. The same can be said for being a football fan. In the stands, as a pure fan, there is hope, and there is despair. From above, with a somewhat more critical eye and somewhat less prosperous hope, there is also a bit of that minutiae of everyday living.
From this perch, I find myself no longer tainted by the stench of blind faith.
SLOPPY PLAY CONTINUES