We watched the World Series last night, and after the whole crazy five hours was over I was impressed with the graciousness of the Cubs players responses. They gave credit to Cleveland, and weren't pointing number one fingers and puffing out their chests. They seemed blown away, and humbled, and so so grateful. I like that in a team. They looked so young to me, just boys, most of them, and there was a sense that no one stood out and carried the team on his shoulders, rather, it took every one of them to win this, and there was no stand out superstar whom the team depended on. That meant it was up to each of them. No hiding, no invisibility, it took a village and they knew it. They kept plugging away, plugging away, and didn't give up when Cleveland tied them and surged ahead. Just presence, one pitch at a time, one catch at a time, and then it was over. They looked surprised, because they were in the groove of the present, and that rhythm saw them through.
I'd like to keep that game in my mind, and emulate them in my own day to day existence. Just do what I'm supposed to do minute by minute, and not worry about the rest. It's a good way to live.
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