If you have read any of my previous posts, you are probably starting to figure out that sports and I have never been on a first name basis. As a girl I used to declaim quite adamantly that you would never catch me dating an athlete. So what did I do? I married an athlete, a really good athlete, and then had kids who are really good athletes. As a result sports (football, baseball, basketball, golf, soccer, track and dance) have all been a really big part of my life for the past 30 years.
My nightly routine involves writing a rough draft of my blog post, figuring out what I want to say, and what pictures and poems will work well with my message. I had a lovely blog all ready for today, but after last night's heartbreak in Seattle, I felt I needed to change direction and acknowledge the pain that all of Wisconsin is feeling. I did put a nice fall picture at the bottom of my post in case looking at the football picture is just too depressing.
When the last fight is lost, the last sword broken;
The last call sounded, the last order spoken;
When from the field where braver hearts lie sleeping,
Faint, and athirst, and blinded, I come creeping,
With not one waving shred of palm to bring you,
With not one splendid battle-song to sing you,
O Love, in my dishonor and defeat,
Your measureless compassion will be sweet.
|Autumn at Devil's Lake, Wisconsin|