Purple

I think that what the Rockies have been doing the past few weeks warrants some thoughts.  They have found what all athletes strive to find: Communication, synchronization, harmony, flow, attitude, altitude, a little bit of luck, and the confounding realization that sometimes, shit just comes together.  I applaud them, and I hope that they don't stop to think about what is happening.  I hope they just keep playing and striving to accomplish their initial goals.  In a regular job you may land that good client, or close the biggest deal for the company, and of course to an extent there is plenty of entuhusiasm and "job well done's" But in sport, because we are living so many people's wildest dreams and they are there to celebrate it with us it seems almost more relavant.  If you don't believe me just think about being Holliday standing out on that field the other night and listening to the crowd two seconds after the game has ended and once again, you have exceeded all expectations, found some magic and extended the dream impossibly further.  It gives me chills to think about it. 

For me, it is a good sign.  I have finished my recovery period for the year.  It was longer and more strange than I could have imagined.  It took me three weeks of sitting on the couch and doing absolutely nothing to feel normal again.  I was tired, achy, sore, it felt like the verge of influenza.  It was hard to understand.  Then one day it all just started to come back together.  I was finally sleeping through the night, and I wasn't sore.  Weird, I guess I am still forging into uncharted territory.  This whole next season will be more of that.  It is hard know how to react to things that happen.  When you don't have a plane of reference then you don't really know if you are making steps in the right direction.  Sometimes I think I am too hard on myself and for awhile I don't progress forward.  I am past that now, and I chalk it up to experience.

I have a new dog.  I have come to understand my passion for vizslas the past few months.  Kristin and I adopted a vizsla from a guy we found on Craig's List.  Jack was great, better than we had hoped.  Then one day I left the gate open after taking out the trash and he ran into traffic on one of the states major freeways.  The crazy part was that he wasn't run over, he collided head-first into the side of a truck.  Now, if you think about it, he bee-lined from our house, out our cul-de-sac, exactly 90 degrees to the highway.  It was amazing timing, and he didn't suffer at all.  I couldn't believe how fast it happened, still can't.  I take solace in the fact that he didn't suffer even for a second.  Still so sad.  K and I realized that we still wanted two dogs, so we spent some time on the Colorado Vizsla rescue site and found a 2 year old girl named Felicia.  She has had a rough go, and hopefully we can rehabilitate her into a "good" dog.  She and Reggie have become the best of friends, and they are extremely entertaining.

I love fall.  It signifies a time for change and a time to reflect what has happened over the past summer.  Cool, crisp, days and nights, and for me lots of time with the gorgeous wife and friends, time that wasn't spent over the summer....A sort of rehabilitation if you will.  This time spent has been successful, and I am glad that I get to sum it up for you.  It is time to change focus once again, back to the grindstone.  I have trouble believing that my first pro season is in the bag, I think a lot about my mindset going into training camp last year, how it was something completely new and different, and how already I am not a newbie anymore...My old coach told me that you will never forget your first season....AHHH, I won't.  Thanks for reading.