Shift at the bar last night. Open mic night, so nothing too crazy. I’m sure many locals were crowded around various tv screens across the city, watching the Pens in the playoffs. I know we were.
A friend of the owner stops by on a fairly regular basis. We remember names, and talk about various things on the spectrum–from following your dreams to the oddity of office work to the frustrations of woodworking and(as of last night) hockey. I can safely say I have a brand new appreciation for the game. I grew up with a lifeline cross-stitched with sport; played soccer for years and years and yes I’m a bit of nerd about the time I put into it. But yes I love a good competitive(and fast) team sport.
I marvel at the concept of “containing.” On the defense, you can’t overthrow your hand; you cannot be greedy and rush the attack, the lunge, the cut into path. You have to give a little space(not too much), and tighten down the eyes, keep the body cranked down on a spring whistled tight into itself–be ready to switch that energy from stagnant to go. Start reading moves. You have to contain.If you pay attention, you’ll start seeing a bit of this everywhere, in everything.
Other highlight from the night–meeting a lady drinking Guinness. We talked about writing and the Blue Moon betties and she cracked me up to no end. And we know the same people. Small city, get into my pocket.
I’d write more, but it’s time to catch that bus to work.