Back from an extended absence.

Good to be back on the blogosphere after an extended hiatus which saw me get older, smarter and dumber at the same time. Learned a lot about living and dying and found that my passion for sports has limits but my passion for golf knows of none. I've learned that my passion for theatre has limits but my passion for performance knows of none. I don't know, everything really does seem so trivial now. My last blog was talking about basketball and now it seems trite and unimportant. Of course it was about the Wolves so maybe that explains it..

Now calm down, I know some are worried that my love for sports has wained over the years and that I don't follow it close enough to have opinions. Not true, I still follow as much as I did when I was 10 maybe more. Problem is I'm more cynical, more jaded perhaps even a little bamboozled. I feel like I've been played as a fan to a certain extent. Maybe it's Favre related or PED's related or Lebron or worse.... slow pitch softball leagues I don't know. Maybe that's another blog for another day. Point is I love sports still and will still blog about them a ton but I've found other things that have peaked my curiosity such as faith and mortality and movies that say stuff and politics and the pursuit of life's purpose whatever that maybe.

I just turned 29. This was scaring me most of the summer because I have an unhealthy relationship with getting older. Not growing up but just getting older. I'm not worried or upset that I'm not married or I don't have any kids or anything like that. It really is just the fact that I'm older and over the last year I've become all to aware of the fragility of life and just how quickly things change. When I was younger I always believed I was Superman. Even when I would get hurt I knew I'd bounce back. I guess you just think your invincible and that you and your friends and your colleagues and co-workers and actors would just stay in the time capsule and live forever. The weather is always nice in Metropolis just not always in Minneapolis. So I anguished all summer lamenting my birthday and lamenting what seemed to be the end of my prime. My formative years by the wayside. What was to await me was an onset of morning knee pain and small talk which would most likely consist of what the weather was like and what I had for breakfast last tuesday. Complaining about shitty things like .The service at the dollar store and why there are no good 7 day movie rental places like there were in my day!

I probably coulda bummed out a retirement home. Ponzi scheme victims might have still found a way to cut me a check from whatever was left of their ruins. Then it happened. August 20th hit and the world didn't stop. I didn't just grow gray hairs I found that I was just as alive as I was the day before. Maybe dare I say more alive. The happy birthdays came pouring in and all I could think of for the first time in a few months was "this life.....pretty cool" and pretty lucky. Before I went to bed my heart poured for People like Super Kyle and Tim Gage and Lynne Saba all people who I had genuine love and respect for who passed on since my 28th birthday. It would disrespectful to these awesome people if I continued to lament getting older.Or if I pissed and moaned about  knee pains and bad golf swings and long school days and Brett Favre.

So indeed it's a new day at The Chili. No longer worried about my youth fading and embracing what truly should be my prime with the hope that I'm being guided by higher forces. Forces who are smarter and funnier and more sports savvy then I'll ever claim to be.