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It's ok.
It's ok for many reasons, but the main reason is because I have eaten well for a long time now, I have recently been to a wonderful, weeks long feast, I had my fill, my belly is near bursting, and I can't complain that the hopes of another feast, offered while I am digesting the last, may be dwindling.
As a college basketball fan, I'm a fat man in the world of the starving.
It may sound silly and minor and cherry picked, but watching Roscoe Smith hit the opening shot and watching the Boat Show feeding Drummond, repeatedly, to start the game forced me to stop feeling sorry for myself.
This is a reminder that we are living in superbly abundant times. Last year's feast came on the heels of a short fast, but only a short fast. And, better yet, it was unexpected. Caterers showed up at our door, and delivered fare unmatched in all of sports.
We don't have it good. We have it great. All but a few teams in the country would trade their success for our success over the last couple of decades. That is sumptuous.
So it's ok. Whether it stays the same, gets better, or gets worse, don't forget that we've eaten well, and going a bit without more consumption will simply make the next meal even more fulfilling, as the hungry enjoy the meal more so than the sated.
If you insist on giving up on this team. If you aver that you will stop watching them. Stop supporting them. If you constantly lament how bad things have gotten. Insult the coach, who was substantially responsible for all you have already eaten. Insult the players, who supply your food. Cry that this team is a "disgrace," and lament that we may not make it back to the big table this year to again stuff our voracious pie holes.
Then please understand that you're a Kentucky fan and you just haven't figured out yet that your team plays in a different state.
It's ok for many reasons, but the main reason is because I have eaten well for a long time now, I have recently been to a wonderful, weeks long feast, I had my fill, my belly is near bursting, and I can't complain that the hopes of another feast, offered while I am digesting the last, may be dwindling.
As a college basketball fan, I'm a fat man in the world of the starving.
It may sound silly and minor and cherry picked, but watching Roscoe Smith hit the opening shot and watching the Boat Show feeding Drummond, repeatedly, to start the game forced me to stop feeling sorry for myself.
This is a reminder that we are living in superbly abundant times. Last year's feast came on the heels of a short fast, but only a short fast. And, better yet, it was unexpected. Caterers showed up at our door, and delivered fare unmatched in all of sports.
We don't have it good. We have it great. All but a few teams in the country would trade their success for our success over the last couple of decades. That is sumptuous.
So it's ok. Whether it stays the same, gets better, or gets worse, don't forget that we've eaten well, and going a bit without more consumption will simply make the next meal even more fulfilling, as the hungry enjoy the meal more so than the sated.
If you insist on giving up on this team. If you aver that you will stop watching them. Stop supporting them. If you constantly lament how bad things have gotten. Insult the coach, who was substantially responsible for all you have already eaten. Insult the players, who supply your food. Cry that this team is a "disgrace," and lament that we may not make it back to the big table this year to again stuff our voracious pie holes.
Then please understand that you're a Kentucky fan and you just haven't figured out yet that your team plays in a different state.