My television has pulled one over on me. It has tricked me into believing that the ultimate thrill in life is watching other people do the things I enjoy doing. And to think I dish out $1 every day for this.
I wasn’t always this way, you know. There was a time when all I wanted to do was play. I played basketball, baseball, football, tennis, soccer, golf, freeze tag, whatever. It didn’t matter, as long as I got to play.
Growing up I never understood people who loved playing video games. I would often ask what video games my friends were playing, and most were sports games: Madden Football, Double Dribble, Bases Loaded. They were essentially watching computer images play. How boring was that?
And then something strange happened: I had children, and life became overwhelming. There wasn’t time to play anymore. I found myself longing for weekends. Why? So I could watch golf or football, or whatever ESPN, CBS, FOX or NBC was showing that day. I’ve even fallen so low as to sit through racing…how sad is that?
Well, that ends today. My life was meant to be lived. My life was meant to be in the game, not in the stands. Yours is too.