A time comes in your life when you finally get it. When, in the midst of all your fears and insanity, you stop dead in your tracks and somewhere the voice inside your head cries out ” ENOUGH!” Enough fighting and crying or struggling. And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, your sobs begin to subside, you shudder once or twice, you blink back your tears and begin to look at the world through new eyes. Continue reading I did not Write This: Author Unknown ?…
In 1975, Robert Lipsyte — by then, a sportswriter for fourteen years and a New York Times sports columnist as well — published Sportsworld, An American Dreamland, a fabulous, acerbic, goodbye-to-all-that. In it, he wrote: “By puberty, most American children have been classified as failed athletes...
In 1975, Robert Lipsyte — by then, a sportswriter for fourteen years and a New York Times sports columnist as well — published Sportsworld, An American Dreamland, a fabulous, acerbic, goodbye-to-all-that. In it, he wrote: “By puberty, most American children have been classified as failed athletes and assigned to watch and cheer for those who have survived the first of several major ‘cuts’… Sportsworld heroes exist at sufferance, and the path of glory is often an emotional minefield trapped with pressures to perform and fears of failure. There is no escape from Sportsworld, for player or spectator or even reporter, that watcher in the shadows who pretends to be in the arena but above the fray.”