and when he misses, the world stops.
or so it seems, or so it’s seen, as the world saw, when England’s goalie opened his arms to receive Dempsey’s shot, and the ball rolled between his hands and into net. when his fist came down and met the earth in defeat, I can only imagine the heaviness of heart and hand as it fell to the buzz-cut grass of a South African stadium amidst the blaring vuvuzelas at the World Cup.
now the game was tied, and remained so, until the final whistle rang out. a great “win” for the U.S., and an embarrassment (perhaps) for England. oh, we won’t remember Dempsey’s shot for being excellent, but instead, the butterfingered mistake of a world-class goalie. the chain reaction of foot to ball to goal through hands to net to tie.
chain reactions are a funny thing that way. you never know what can happen.
what you put out there, how you handle something, someone, some idea that is impossible or amazing and is hurtling at you as fast as that adidas sphere on the world stage. what will you do? and how much of it is left to chance? so how much should you do? all of it. everything you can. put it all out there. dive. I suppose if you miss or you don’t miss, you’re left with a new perspective. and the world absorbs the impact as you hurtle through it. and therein lies another chain reaction.
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