Why Must I Wait For Another Game?
December 27, 2008, by Homme De Sept-Iles
Waiting for the game. It’s been one week. Each day goes by and nothing matters. Eating is secondary. Sleeping is secondary. Love is absent.
The television holds nothing of interest. All it can do is distract me from the gap.
The gap. The gaps. The spaces. The white ice lines.
I have a DVD set. Ten games from the past. I used them to get by. Christmas holidays without a game are a form of torture. Closing a door on a child who hit his sister. It really isn’t fun to be in trouble.
In this case it’s exile.
Live.
As it happens. It shouldn’t matter when it happens. Knowing that it is now. Knowing that is happening (probably, probably – did man really land on the moon? – did Kharlamov really die in a car crash? – did Henderson really score?) knowing that it is now. Knowing that it is simulcast, bombast-smashed, telecast. Now.
Makes it vital.
So the game.
Articles won’t do. Writing won’t do. Playing won’t do.
Maybe I need to hook up the PS2 (3) IV unit again. That seemed to work for the strike and for the 06 off-season.
Maybe.
The Sony gathers dust as a I consider.
It’s tomorrow night.
I don’t know what will happen.
Neither do you.
You say it’s just a game.
I say it’s just life.
Neither one ….
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