The Writing Is On The Billboard

I still love drinking Dr. Pepper. You would think that a kid who was forced to drink it at soccer camp when he was eleven years old in 106 degree heat would despise it. I don’t. Note: The makers of Dr. Pepper did not pay me to just pitch Dr. Pepper.

I had a chance to catch some highlights of today’s matches from Euro 2008. I would love to sit in the stands and watch a football game. That is soccer for Americans. I have always loved the passion that is demonstrated by fans at matches when I watch it on television. I want to experience a crowd of 100,000 break out in celebration as the home team scores a goal. I want to be able to understand what they are singing throughout the match, as the announcers always drowned them out.

It is so much fun to watch goals being scored on a professional level. Hell, I love goals being scored at all levels. Today’s highlights had some beautiful passes and just incredible shots. I appreciated the athleticism of a soccer player today, even if they sometimes exaggerate the fouls being committed.

I love watching soccer. I remember passing by a youth game last year and stopping to watch. People say that some sports are boring to watch because there is no action, primary offenders being soccer and baseball. I love watching the strategy that goes into every pass or every pitch. I appreciate both sports because I know what it is like making that pass or throwing that pitch.

I loved the scene in L.A. Story where Steve Martin’s character communicates with a spiritual being via the electronic freeway message board. I had a similar experience today. It came in the form of a billboard that read: You are about to write the next chapter in your life. I couldn’t have gotten a much clearer message than that. That was my epiphany that things are going good in my life today.

I have been waiting and waiting on paperwork in order to complete the process with the Navy Reserve. I commented to someone today that this is the most patient that I have ever been for something in my life. It is nice not to worry about things and simply live in the moment. My calling over and over again will not make the process go any faster. I called in this morning and this afternoon, as instructed, and left it all in someone else’s hands.

I was listening to someone talk today about their mother committing suicide. He said that he never had a chance to make things right with her. On the night before she committed suicide they had an argument. He never had a chance to make it right. I learned something today. I do not want to leave a situation today unresolved, for it may be something that I can not repair tomorrow.