What More Can I Say (southside remix)

Here's the thing. Nothing changes in without massive effort. That is for sure. And it is daunting to note how little our daily actions, tough and meaningful as they may seem, can alter the flow of the river of life, or whatever.

I was thinking about this kind of thing last night, could not sleep at all. Finished a pretty wild novel (The Wind Up Bird Chronicle, a for-sure headtrip) and it left me reeling and lacking the sandman's gift. Ended up watching the Toronto Rush home opener on youtube (check out the 37:00 mark to see captain Gabe fall over for no visible reason. Love you Gabe). At one point, they cut to a shot of a young Rush fan, waving his arms in the air and screaming at the camera, rocking an oversized jersey.

We were not even that young when we played pickup in Carmel, and had to deal with an indifferent faculty and a certain subgroup of our peers who felt the need to call us faggots on the regular just for chasing some plastic around now and then. We also dressed a bit weird, but like c'mon. One day I will write about it and spin it in such a way that it seems like a really melodramatic coming of age struggle, which it was, sometimes. That was probably the most adversity I have faced in my ultimate career. Its only gone up in terms of support from peers, school, work, etc. But we did our part to advance the sport, such as we could, and it was a little drop in the big bucket of our sport, our mantra, whatever, which is of course a small part of whatever else is going on on Earth at any given time.

And maybe that young kid, ten or twelve years old, goes to school in his Rush jersey every week and gets made fun of by his peers for caring so much about a sport they've never heard of. But he'll have the last laugh because down the line, our legitimacy is building, because of his and other drops in the bucket, its almost ready to tip and splash the unassuming populace a little, capture more hearts who have not, as yet, gone home with layout mud from head to foot, or stayed up all night watching their friends compete on ESPN, or been kicked off their high school football field for playing pickup without supervision from a faculty member.