Let's go backwards.
Topic one: Latin.
It sucks. It's hard, translation is awful. There. Topic one, done.
Topic two: My Beloved Red Sox.
They have not always been beloved that is for damn sure. I spent the greater part of two years hating their guts and their seeming inability to play as a team. Sure, professional sports are incredibly hard and require precise talent, and immense mental stability. But, these guys were all kids who grew up and learned how to play as a team. I take a look back and I see the old "Cowboy Up!" team of '03 and the World Series winning team of '04 and I feel the chemistry in me. There was something special about those teams. They were not teams filled with ten hall-of-famers, they had few All-Stars. They were teams of Kevin Millar, Tim Wakefield, Jason Varitek, the leaders on and off the field. The so-called clubhouse guys. And as I watch this season's team, I am beginning to get a sense of that kind of team. I watched a game tonight, where Mike Napoli doubles into the right field corner, and the first thing he does standing up on the base is point to the dugout and give a thumbs up. This team has heart, they have soul, and they are learning how to win games. I say learning because even at 12-6 they have lost a few extra inning games that they had won. But this team is good. He currently is not on the roster, but Jackie Bradley Jr. (JBJ-he will pop up in this blog again) will make a difference on this team. As much as I resented the $39 million they gave Mike Napoli, I like seeing him play in a Red Sox uniform. And the other members of the clubhouse that I don't even need to mention are playing the way they should and can. My Red Sox, the team that I grew up dreaming about every night before I went to bed, have come back. They are my beloved Red Sox. I still dream of stepping out onto Fenway's grass with the Red and White on. And this team, a fun team to watch, a team I can believe in and have faith in, has brought that dream back to life. Play Ball.
Topic three: Materialism.
I am too over tired to elaborate much on the subject tonight, however I have begun a thought process that scares me a little. The existential question in life, "Do we, as humans, matter?" Scientifically, no. Spiritually, yes? The bottom line is that to ponder this question in the most logical sense, a sense Descartes might use, would be to put the entirety of existence into perspective. I am a man. I am one of 7 billion on Earth. Earth is a planet in a space that is theoretically infinite, thus Earth is one of and infinite number. To put that in perspective, if you had an infinite wall of blue pool balls, just blue no number, and you had one red one, what is the significance of that red ball? Nothing. Simply nothing. And, if everything is in perspective, this life means nothing. Yet, if this life means nothing, what do we live for? We do not, cannot know whether there is in fact an afterlife. If that is the case, where do we go? Why do we continue to exist. This is the core of Materialism, and even further Nihilism. I have no idea where my thought on this subject will go next. All I know right now is that I know nothing. "Now...darkness" -Evegeni Vasilich Bazarov, Chapter 28, Fathers and Children, Ivan Turgenev
Godspeed
-T.F.
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