It isn't lost on me, this dark side of yours.
You take from me everything I love. My love, my living, my home, etc.
This action from you is focused. Dedicated.
Your aim has been true. You have hit your target.
I have fallen into depths which I could never fathom.
Well, I couldn't fathom prior.
But you slipped, God.
You fell short of your goal to destroy that which you have created here.
In chipping away from me, you have left the important parts whole.
You have gotten soft, God...I see this now.
In taking from me all that is important, you have held a card or two in that deck and JUST like the blackjack table that wants you to stay a while longer, you are pulling out those cards now.
You gave me a World Series. My father approved.
You gave me a NBA Finals. He would have liked that as well.
You gave me a comic book convention and showed me the way to make myself stand apart. My mother smiled on me that day.
But HERE, I have to draw the line.
Ray, Jay, Trey, Chris and I play Sega Genesis. Our favorite game is NHL Hockey. We have nights that we play this simple game for double digit hours. We all picked our favorite teams, we remained loyal throughout all the itterations of this game. Jay loved his Blackhawks. Ray loved his Devils. Trey stuck with the Dallas Stars. I was torn between two teams. But only these two teams. Regardless of their rankings, I stuck by these teams like they were family.
Boston Bruins (The team I have loved since seeing that a man can truly fly)
Vancouver Canucks (The team that showed me that the true path to greatness is the marraige of skill and heart.
Now, in your infinte jest, you have delivered upon me this quandry. When given everything you ask for, how do you decide what is important?
Do I root for the Canucks? They are so talented.
Do I root for the Bruins? Pop taught me the game watching them on ESPN at Uncle Joe's house.
The Bruins have defined me for a great portion of my life. Ray Bourque broke my heart just as he did the city of Bostons when he jumped ship and became a traitor. I often imagine I am the goalie that stopped that shot Bobby Orr gained infamy on.
But I still get goosebumps thinking of Pavel Bure streaking in on a defenseless goalie.
You are trying to buy my allegiance, God. I can see this with the wisdom you yourself have granted me. In other words I am not fooled. I see the conciliatory nature of your gift and I refuse to accept it. I choose here and now.
I stand behind the Bruins, God.
Do Your Worst.
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