pace, pace, pace

it's how football season goes. well that's not exactly true. it's how life goes. at least part of the life that is football.

you see football is escapism. i appreciate that these people sacrifice body and soul for a game, and it allows me to experience the pain, the pleasure, the joy of the game. it gives me something or someone to root for, to cheer for.

life can pretty much suck if you let it. c'mon. a hurricane hitting a trailer park full of elderly people? i mean, i live on the other side of florida, but wow... does a hurricane have to do that? i mean, that pretty much sucks, right?

or our government sending people to die in iraq? does that make sense? nah. i mean saddam was a bad guy and all, but there have been lots and lots of bad guys we don't depose, and there have been more than a few that we have set up shop for (you know, like saddam).

mass murder in upstate florida over an x-box? are you kidding me?

so i choose to escape from the horrid things of the world by watching--no, not watching--obsessing over football. in particular, kansas state football. for example, i obsess over:

who is and is not on the roster.
who is on the depth chart and where.
who will be starting.
potential injuries.
incoming transfers.
incoming high schoolers.
the arm length and hip swivel of players.
who is interested in k-state and who isn't (ahhh, the joys of recruiting).
who rivals gives stars to (even though it doesn't make a difference).
which coaches are doing what.

it doesn't matter. all of it i thoroughly examine. i love. i hate. i enjoy.
i pace.

it doesn't matter if we are playing western kentucky (nothing against you, hilltoppers) or if we are playing nebraska. i worry. i pace. i dream. i have nightmares.

but it beats the hell out of what is going on in the world.

and there is always reason for hope.

that's why i follow recruiting.

for example, kids who are just starting their senior year in high school have already committed to play for the 'cats. i'll obsess over them as the year goes on. there are already nine kids that have committed. oh, i know it isn't binding, but i will love each one of them. well, unless they change their mind, decommit, and end up elsewhere. then i will wish them well, but the love will shift.

until signing day i will worry. pace, pace, pace.

anyway, the pads are on. practice has started. i find leaks out of practice. i know how it is going.
the defense will be good.
the offense has great skill players... but the offensive line is thin and young.

pace, pace, pace.