If "the love of money is the root of all evil"
(cited in one of the readings in our Episcopal church yesterday, from Paul's Letter to Timothy)
(incidentally, ever notice how it's usually misquoted as "money is the root of all evil"?),
then expectation is the root of all albatross dreams.
And sports is one of the most egregious generators of expectation.
With my team (San Francisco Giants) safely eliminated from major league baseball postseason play, I am delightfully free from the multiple albatrosses of tension, hope, expectation, success, failure, winning, and losing.
But who am I kidding?
I'd wear those albatrosses in a heartbeat, given the chance.
Crazy, huh?
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