A paradox... I work 6 times the hours and am free...
... free...
... because an athlete is a slave... a slave to their own body, a slave to the opponent, even a slave to their future opponent. The guy they won't even know existed for 2 more years.
... It's not the dominant thought mind you... not all the time... not when you're asleep... but ya, in the course of a day that nagging little voice in your head has you constantly thinking about your job... you have to eat... have to work out... have to stay ahead of the other guy... But instead of work you can leave on a desk... if you're lucky... and not take it home... (I doubt a dentist worries about that cavity you had the second they see you out the door)... you never leave your own body...
... You are not free, even with all the free time in the world...
... And when I say free, I realize the fairytale ends when I start seeing real life as REAL LIFE. Not just a vacation from hockey. When I end up becoming a slave on Sundays thinking about Monday... worrying about paperwork instead of stickwork... but a slave just the same...
... The guys that succeed in hockey are the ones that learn to accept what comes with hockey... they live with the unknown... they live with the pain... and little aches... and they love every minute of it and all the glory of the night...
... I only know from what I've seen... but from what I've seen... the guys that succeed in business are the ones that accept there's always work to do... It's a part of life... You leave with work still to be done... You come back with even more work on top of it... and you love every minute of it and all the glory of the day...
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Hey! So, where are you going to law school?
U of S in good ole Sasktoon
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