It Doesn't Matter Who's Playing

I don't even know who's playing this weekend. Still -- I'm going to watch the games, regardless. After all, it's the playoffs, but lately I can't even keep track of the Wild Card Teams.


It's not that I've been occupying myself with highly productive/lucrative/charitable tasks. Just the daily stuff, but when I think of getting to watch the games this weekend, I'm looking forward to a vicarious smashing out of everything that has to be put-up-with in real life.

I keep my eyes out there on the action. And keep the momentum drama of the game and its players going in my head, which reminds me of my own rise and fall in life. So much effort -- and reward -- in moving even one yard down the field.