Rublev’s Déjà vu
Watching Rublev is like waiting for a bomb to go off.
Each match, I wonder how long the fuse is.
In a way, it’s exciting.
(The bookies should take bets when the cover will blow)
It must feel like an emotional two-liter bottle of soda
Shaken not Stirred.
I want to know what is causing this build-up.
Do we really want to know?
I used to feel like him.
Like an Almond Joy
“Sometimes you feel like a nut,
Sometimes you don’t!”
I used to take my frustrations out on the ball
(If I played hockey I would have been a Scott Stevens
If pushed
I would’ve ended careers).
“Why do you go after every ball like it’s the last shot? Why do you look so angry when you hit the ball?” players at the academy used to ask me.
I had no idea until they asked the question. Now I had to think about it.
Do we really want to think about why we do things?
Like, “Why do people drink away their sorrows?”
They can’t be happy.
They must be hurting inside.
“Why do people give up on themselves and take drugs?”
“Marijuana is not really a drug,” someone said to me recently.
“Who are you trying to kid?”
The lies we build keep piling up.
Déjà vu
A thought came to me.
Rublev plays mainly a three-ball power
And does it better than most
When you play a three-ball power
It’s like living the same day
Again and again and again.
It’s like shaking a soda bottle
When he hits a winner
The fizz settles
When he makes an error
The bottle gets shaken
Shaken until the explosion comes.
Until the Mental Mentos are dropped in.
He is at his pinnacle
Unless he can get beyond what’s holding him back
The problem when you keep it inside for too long
Is that you have to leak it out
Bit by bit
Slowly
Let the fizz settle
Fizzle Fashizzle
How often can you beat a dead horse?
When is the lightbulb going to go off?
How many times does the knee need to bleed?
He’s getting close
He has depth
He’s no fool
We are watching a man transform from a boy
Shedding his demons
Do we really want to know what his Demon is?
Worry about your Demons?
“Judge not, Lest ye be judged.”
Don’t be a finger pointer
Or that finger will be turned on you.
It’s funny in a way
That people self-medicate
It’s also sad!
Before you judge Rublev
Look in the mirror and assess
Your weaknesses
Look at your “perfection”
-This is dedicated to all the Whiners and complainers. Woe is me. The weak individuals with no soul. The facebook finger pointers who make rash judgments and don’t know the full story. The Undesirables. Haha. The boring, jealous people who fear change because they live in complacency. It’s time to move on. Stop living someone else’s life. It’s time to “grow up.” To mature.
it’s time to start living.