PRESTO: If I Could Wave My Magic Wand..

There are times in our existence where things, outside stimuli or some may even call it just plain ol’ Life. It may be withstanding. It may be brief, but life lets up just a little. Could it all be just a game of chance? Isn’t chance just a matter of what you do with it?

Hand Over Fist. Paper Around The Stone. Scissors Cut The Paper & The Rock Must Stand Alone.”

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Without even really touching on the playoff loss to Hillcrest besides the fact that The Rams had a kid, he wasn’t very big and I wish I knew his name that seemed play Linebacker/Nose Guard if that’s possible that flat-out played his ass off. I hope somebody bought that young man a steak dinner.

Then there is the fact we didn’t play very well. Game Over. Season Over. You tell some kids and friends bye then you take a step back and absorb your scrambled feelings. I do anyway.. could be just me? You still watch Football. The Gamecocks. The Terriers. The Raiders.. even The Panthers try to fill my Football Void. Tom Brady getting beat couldn’t do it. It does not fill my love for Football like The Spartanburg High School Vikings Football Team.  Then it all just ends in its own painstakingly but inevitable way.

This morning I put on my headphones, hit play….

If I could wave my magic wand…

Presto.

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All through this past season I dealt with more highway miles than I care to count. Long miles.Rest areas become sad areas. All the adversity, stress, job changes, and of course Lisa. My Lisa. I can honestly write every one of you in the eye and tell you that the love and hugs and tears she acquired from Coach Miller and staff. The Hugs she got from the team… Those things made her the “WARRIOR” that you wore on your helmets.

The Will to Fight is not easily earned nor held on to for very long periods of time. She Fought. Some Rounds she lost but the fight itself, she won by “technical knockout”. We don’t want a rematch. She would prefer to retire as champion if you follow my train of randomness. Everything leaves Scars. That’s why we all require War Paint in some form or the other.

A Superconductor for Battle. Show Don’t Tell.

There is something that can passed from person to person that is magic. It’s more than faith,hope and love. It’s more organic than spiritual. I’ve learned I’d rather see things in the Available Light than artificial lighting any day.

Presto… (for now)

Now here I sit Saturday morning. The first Saturday in a long time that I’m not about to lose my mind.I have a  First shift job at an old stomping ground. A great business where I can do what I do well. Where I belong. A career. No more 3rd shift. It took me almost 3 years to get this job back. I started on the anniversary of my Mothers death. Spiritual? Organic? Magic? ABRACADABRA!!!

Presto…(for ever)

 

So as these “essays” start flowing as we get into the Schedule, School and the Seniors will have to say Goodbye to in a sense… you will more than likely get the full spectrum of my emotions. We are gonna talk about some games from last season and some things that are upcoming.

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I feel good. Blue & Gold. It is always my pleasure to thank you all for reading these things and your support and remember this..

“And above all, watch with glittering eyes the whole world around you because the greatest secrets are always hidden in the most unlikely places. Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” 
― Roald Dahl

“Presto”

If I could wave my magic wand…

I am made from the dust of the stars
And the oceans flow in my veins
Here I hide in the heart of the city
Like a stranger coming out of the rain

The evening plane rises up from the runway
Over constellations of light
I look down into a million houses
And wonder what you’re doing tonight

If I could wave my magic wand
I’d make everything all right

I’m not one to believe in magic
But I sometimes have a second sight
I’m not one with a sense of proportion
When my heart still changes overnight

I had a dream of a winter garden
A midnight rendezvous
Silver, blue and frozen silence
What a fool I was for you

I had a dream of the open water
I was swimming away out to sea
So deep I could never touch bottom
What a fool I used to be

If I could wave my magic wand
I’d set everybody free

I’m not one to believe in magic
Though my memory has a second sight
I’m not one to go pointing my finger
When I radiate more heat than light

Don’t ask me
I’m just improvising
My illusion of careless flight
Can’t you see
My temperature’s rising
I radiate more heat than light

Don’t ask me
I’m just sympathizing
My illusions a harmless flight
Can’t you see
My temperature’s rising
I radiate more heat than light

                     — Neil Peart

 

 

 

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