It is N C two A tournament time, so it is fitting that I chalked a quote from Robert Montgomery Knight.
How does a fifty-eight year old divorced dad prepare to win?
I’m not on a sports team. I don’t compete in anything athletic whatsoever.
What do I have to prepare to win at?
Remember those memes about ten years ago centered around Charlie Sheen?
Winning starts when my feet hit the bedroom floor every morning. First thing that I do is say hello to my parents and their eternal landlord. Then I look down and tell the devil that I plan on doing everything possible to make his day suck.
Probably not a good idea to antagonize satan first thing in the morning. I romanticize it by comparing it with Dick Butkus eyeballing the opposing team just before the snap.
I want the devil to know I’m blitzing his evil ass all day long.
W I N N I N G……..
I don’t think the coaching staff up in heaven are too fond of me mother fucking the opposition, but as long as I’m producing glorious victories for the good guys…..
….they let it slide!
Preparing to win for me at this juncture in life is all about leading by example. Making sure my kids see me doing gooder stuff more than stupider stuff. Taking care of the four or five people on this planet that think I’m special and finishing up the day satisfied with the victory.
If I can be a dad like Walter Payton ran the football…. W I N N I N G. If I tackle the daily bullshit that life brings like Dick Butkus destroyed Detroit Lion running backs…. W I N N I N G. If I prepare everyday like Coach Knight prepared his team for the Kentucky game…. W I N N I N G…
That is how a fifty-eight year old divorced dad living next to the river prepares to win.
First weekend of spring is on the doorstep. College basketball saturates the schedule as bubbles get busted and Cinderella’s go dancing.
Always be prepared to win
(and yes, I know gooder ain't a word)
