It gets better than this, right?
I would play
baseball
with my friends in
my backyard, pretending
the responsibility falls on him.
Death pleaded
guilty to
a misdemeanor, charged with
murder of memories,
the image of Walter Payton turning a corner,
then Carlton Fisk
and Lance Armstrong-
Superman
former players denied entry,
panned, stars falling
from the sky.
The bigger they are
the harder they enjoy
pleading guilty
of attempting to tarnish
their superhero experience
while still riding the momentum
as a deafening stillness falls.
I took my kids to a hockey game tonight, and couldn’t help but notice the contrast between experiencing the game as a kid and experiencing it as a father who’s gotten to a point in his life when his own childhood heroes have lost their superhuman status. Sometimes the kid in me wishes he could believe in heroes again- but the adult knows better.
Say it ain’t so, Joe, isn’t it? Over and over again.
Yep. And someday you grow up and the kid in you realizes that Superman is just a guy in a Spandex suit.
“The harder they enjoy/pleading guilty” indeed. Nice one.
Thanks Rob. This one got unexpectedly personal after I wrote it. Funny how that happens.
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