Thanks for the kind words, Fellas...
Sometimes I sit down to jot out a line or two, and a book comes out, LOL! I just see a deeper beauty in Foosball...I always have.
Here's my original post; just my thoughts on an extraordinary confluence of events that transpired in the deep, dark night...
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For the first time ever, I was able to watch Foosball LIVE over the internet...
It really was something to get to see World's Finals' action with Jim Stevens doing his play-by-play.
In the Open Singles Final, Tony came within a point of a six straight-game double-dip of The Prince OF Darkness,
uh...'Rico. It was an incredible effort from someone who just two
months ago was in a back brace. Jim Stevens, a man who you could say
has seen it all, was even was heard to say, "We may very well have seen Foosball taken to a different level ", speaking of Tony's description-defying performance, and complete mastery over a legend .
The Open Doubles Final was some of the most riveting Sport's action I've seen broadcast anywhere since the humbling of the undefeated Patriots by the N.Y. Giants in SuperBowl...XV...uh..XXXIII...MC...Hammer....THE LAST ONE!
King
Seat-ers Dave G. and T-Mac lost the First Set, 3-1, the last three in a
row, I think. They lost the first two games of the Second Set, looking
dead in the water...
...and then it happened...
***That Magic Moment*** It took me by surprise...me and everyone else, I would guess.
As the tide began to turn, as the only two people who believed they could come back...were the only one's that mattered.
Everyone
wondering why they didn't switch, as Dave shockingly struggled to get
the
ball, and Tracy was unable to slow down the Euro-pin from Hell, and
couldn't get off any patented cannon shots out of the back...
It
really was something... Dave Gummeson, who looked so ineffective for
five straight games, coming to brilliant life, and T-Mac the Mighty,
the Immovable Object who found a way to slow down the Irresistible
Force...
It was like the flipping of a switch that only
those two classy competitors knew existed, one that seemed to show
itself to them only when things looked the darkest...and one that could
only be found by following a path of complete belief in each other...
"Reaching out for Something......knowing that it's there."
I've "babbled" before about this, about that...
About
how things like the individual pieces of competitive endeavors
sometimes add up to more than the sum of their conclusive parts...and
how you come away with more than a trophy, a jacket, or a World
Championship...
...it's the creation of a Life Long
Memory inside you, one that lives on in your Soul, along side the sad,
the bad...and the others glad. But there's a special place where
memories like the one Dave and Tracy created for themselves live...
...kind
of a Fiddlers Green for Competitors, so when the days come when your
hands don't move so fast anymore, and your body can't keep up with your
Spirit...
...you can go there, and you feel the warm
chill of battles past dance on your skin, and the muscles of your mind
flex with youthful power and cunning intellect once again...
That memory of being a Champion will echo on there, in a voice like your's...calling out loud...
"Victory!"
"Forever till the end...of...time."
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"I can only hope to imagine..."