Great things start from dreams. We all know what happened when Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream. Well, I had a dream last night…
It was a weird dream (and no it did not involve farm animals). Weird in the sense that I can’t see it ever happening (but in retrospect, all dreams are like that really, aren’t they?).
Let me explain.
The dream last night was very short, perhaps lasting only a few minutes like my own playing career in minor sports. In it, I was being blasted for something I wrote (which is nothing new). What was unusual is that I was being lambasted in a newspaper for saying something negative in one of my game recaps of the Welland Warlords.
Here’s why it is weird:
Our local newspaper’s sports coverage is so thin now, it could be written by Ally McBeal (sorry for the dated 90s celeb reference, but I don’t have much time or interest in watching TV these days, so I couldn’t think of a more current one).
I don’t really write on the Warlords at all, but if I did, after a remarkable three-season turnaround, it would be mostly positive I’m sure.
In fact, these days I’m often criticized for being too fair, for taking too many pictures of the opposing team, and for not wanting to continue blaring the goal horn after we are up by three goals because I do not want to embarrass the visiting team further.
While it’s true my sports experience as a player is limited, my passion for sports and athletes is not. Most people dream of playing sports professionally, but at this point my dream is to just play recreationally, something I haven’t done in years because of my current state of health.
Sometimes confusion sets in as to how to identify myself to others as I continue to fill so many roles on an ongoing basis (multi-team manager, certified coach and Trainer, timekeeper, announcer, photographer, website administrator, etc.) but my fallback is to just describe myself as a fan. Unlike most fans, or even team personnel, I try not to be extremely partisan in my efforts as I try to promote the sports and athletes as a whole. Obviously, I want my home teams to win, but I don’t deny the opponents their moment in the sun if they happen to be better than us on a given day. In fact, I still get complaints about when I played “We Are The Champions” after the visiting team defeated our Juveniles for the OMHA Championship a few years ago on our home ice, but I would still argue it was the right thing to do.
Back to my dream. What’s it mean and what could come with it? I don’t know. But what I do know, is that I will keep following my dreams and see where they take me.
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November 2, 2010 Just A Dream
Great things start from dreams. We all know what happened when Martin Luther King Jr. had a dream. Well, I had a dream last night…
It was a weird dream (and no it did not involve farm animals). Weird in the sense that I can’t see it ever happening (but in retrospect, all dreams are like that really, aren’t they?).
Let me explain.
The dream last night was very short, perhaps lasting only a few minutes like my own playing career in minor sports. In it, I was being blasted for something I wrote (which is nothing new). What was unusual is that I was being lambasted in a newspaper for saying something negative in one of my game recaps of the Welland Warlords.
Here’s why it is weird:
Our local newspaper’s sports coverage is so thin now, it could be written by Ally McBeal (sorry for the dated 90s celeb reference, but I don’t have much time or interest in watching TV these days, so I couldn’t think of a more current one).
I don’t really write on the Warlords at all, but if I did, after a remarkable three-season turnaround, it would be mostly positive I’m sure.
In fact, these days I’m often criticized for being too fair, for taking too many pictures of the opposing team, and for not wanting to continue blaring the goal horn after we are up by three goals because I do not want to embarrass the visiting team further.
While it’s true my sports experience as a player is limited, my passion for sports and athletes is not. Most people dream of playing sports professionally, but at this point my dream is to just play recreationally, something I haven’t done in years because of my current state of health.
Sometimes confusion sets in as to how to identify myself to others as I continue to fill so many roles on an ongoing basis (multi-team manager, certified coach and Trainer, timekeeper, announcer, photographer, website administrator, etc.) but my fallback is to just describe myself as a fan. Unlike most fans, or even team personnel, I try not to be extremely partisan in my efforts as I try to promote the sports and athletes as a whole. Obviously, I want my home teams to win, but I don’t deny the opponents their moment in the sun if they happen to be better than us on a given day. In fact, I still get complaints about when I played “We Are The Champions” after the visiting team defeated our Juveniles for the OMHA Championship a few years ago on our home ice, but I would still argue it was the right thing to do.
Back to my dream. What’s it mean and what could come with it? I don’t know. But what I do know, is that I will keep following my dreams and see where they take me.
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