it doesn't make any sense...i know.
i hate mornings (if you've never had to interact with me first thing in the morning...count your blessings). seriously...i hate waking up. it takes me a solid half hour to begin acting like a human being.
...so what in the world would possess me to wake up at 5:30am to watch a basketball game?
...how could it possibly be worth it to wake up from 3:00-5:00am to watch a baseball playoff game?
...is "March madness" really a good reason to drag myself out of bed (and then subsequently drag myself through a day?!)
i know it doesn't make sense, but there is something very life giving and energizing about watching sports from home. i think it just feels so much like home. the sound of the sportscasters...oh man, it just makes me feel like home....Sunday afternoons watching the NFL in the fall, MLB through the summer and Fall (if the Tigers are having a good season anyway), and there was that one summer that watching the NHL playoffs was what got me through working those horrible shifts at MACI (an auto-compressor factory i worked at in college).
watching sports reminds me that i am more than what i do.
there is more to me than the chaos that i often walk in.
the world is bigger than the crisis/trauma and fragmentation that often dominate my corner of the world and the work that i do.
cause if i lived in the States, i'd watch sports...so it connects me to who i am outside of the circumstances of living internationally...
...so every once in awhile (even though by 4:30pm i'm tired and dragging, and can't wait to get to bed) it's worth it to wake up an at un-godly hour and watch sports.
(i may or may not have been up at 5:30 this morning to watch the MSU/IU game...and if you're wondering...it was worth every minute of lost sleep)
crazy, i know...but true.
i hate mornings (if you've never had to interact with me first thing in the morning...count your blessings). seriously...i hate waking up. it takes me a solid half hour to begin acting like a human being.
...so what in the world would possess me to wake up at 5:30am to watch a basketball game?
...how could it possibly be worth it to wake up from 3:00-5:00am to watch a baseball playoff game?
...is "March madness" really a good reason to drag myself out of bed (and then subsequently drag myself through a day?!)
i know it doesn't make sense, but there is something very life giving and energizing about watching sports from home. i think it just feels so much like home. the sound of the sportscasters...oh man, it just makes me feel like home....Sunday afternoons watching the NFL in the fall, MLB through the summer and Fall (if the Tigers are having a good season anyway), and there was that one summer that watching the NHL playoffs was what got me through working those horrible shifts at MACI (an auto-compressor factory i worked at in college).
watching sports reminds me that i am more than what i do.
there is more to me than the chaos that i often walk in.
the world is bigger than the crisis/trauma and fragmentation that often dominate my corner of the world and the work that i do.
cause if i lived in the States, i'd watch sports...so it connects me to who i am outside of the circumstances of living internationally...
...so every once in awhile (even though by 4:30pm i'm tired and dragging, and can't wait to get to bed) it's worth it to wake up an at un-godly hour and watch sports.
(i may or may not have been up at 5:30 this morning to watch the MSU/IU game...and if you're wondering...it was worth every minute of lost sleep)
crazy, i know...but true.
1 comment:
I love you Mel and love that you get up...it sounds just like the Melissa I know and am as well ;-)
thinking of you lots lately!
Rudy
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