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I make the turn, scanning the road ahead. There's a man in a wheelchair coming towards me on the side of the road. He moves fast. I've seen him before. His tattery green shirt flaps with each thrust forward. As I drive past, he gives me a piercing look and I acknowledge him with my eyes. "How can that be?," I think. The whole exchange took less than a second, but it felt like a minute. I start thinking about sports, what it's like to look down a football field to find an open man. I remember the time I went to see the Redskins play the Eagles at RFK. My friend Jeffrey's mom somehow got the two of us tickets right behind the Washington bench. And we could barely see the action because the players on the sidelines blocked our view. I realized that day that the God's-eye view of the football field we see on television bears no relation to the experience of actually playing the sport. I suppose that's true for all televised sports, but the discrepancy between what the home viewer sees and what the football player sees is especially pronounced because there are so many players on the field, most of them jumbled together.

Now I have a vision of a receiver catching the ball along the left sideline, two defenders in his face, the pass perfectly placed. Did I throw it? Did I catch it? Back when I used to make up games by myself in Pennsylvania I'd play both roles, the thrower and the catcher. The other day I was thinking about the fact that my favorite made-up athletic conference was centered on the Carolinas. Some of the teams were ACC teams. Others were not. My favorite player to act out was a scrambling quarterback for East Carolina named Mike D'Artagnan. I'd picked the name from that movie with Michael York about the three musketeers. D'Artagnan was famous for eluding the grasp of pass rushers. He threw better on the run than from the pocket. And he loved a muddy field. One March I celebrated the first day of the spring thaw, with temperatures in the 50s, by sloshing about on the grass next to our driveway, coating myself in slime.

Back to the present, that vision of a pass reception makes me think back to earlier in the afternoon, when I told Skylar she could look around while I waited in the interminable line at Ross. With both of us running fevers, the trek from B&N to the other end of Foothills Mall could have been too much. But it ended up being a bonding experience. We shopped for Kim's Christmas present. I let Skylar confirm her knowledge of mom's taste by rejecting a $20 V-neck cashmere sweater because it was pink. And then I temporarily suspended my herding instinct to let her explore, remembering my own experiences of getting lost in the store as a child a little too vividly. "It's good for her," I reasoned, as I watched her dart off and then return a few times. As I made my way forward, though, and the line behind me grew more and more crowded with large families, it became harder for me to see her. I felt like the quarterback straining to find the open man while peering past the defenders between us. Still, I eventually located her. Afterwards, she told me that it was much harder to see me from where she was. She's less than five feet, after all. The density of the crowd made her panic a bit. What I'll hold onto, though, is not her anxiety but the look we exchanged when she finally made eye contact with me. It was just a second, but it felt like a year.

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From: e4q Date: December 18th, 2005 03:21 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: December 18th, 2005 04:34 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Thanks. I was thinking of you when I debated whether to write American football. I realized that the context would be enough.
From: e4q Date: December 18th, 2005 04:40 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
yeah, it is. we are aware that you think football is soccer...;-D
i only ever went to one game of *that thing*, not being a fan particularly. it was arsenal v sheffield wednesday i believe. we had good seats at the front behind a goal. my abiding memory of it is that at ground level you could really see their legs, which was an unexpected bonus. unfortunately there was not one goal, so i didn't get the collective orgasm, but what struck me at close quarters was the viscerality of these men, you don't get that from the god perspective
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: December 18th, 2005 06:40 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I bet. Our football is different because they are "armored." But their hugness is visceral enough. Personally, I'm way more into basketball. Plenty of skin in that sport!
From: e4q Date: December 18th, 2005 06:45 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
see, sport in and of itself is not terribly interesting to me, though i will watch any film that uses martial arts as the basis of fighting scenes and i like boxing - i am also into the drama of guessing who will win with the boxing, i think you can tell from their faces, but also cos i did martial arts for a bit i 'get' boxing in a way i don't get team sports, apart from the poster-boyness
From: zokah Date: December 18th, 2005 04:58 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
charlie! this is such a great piece; the exchanged look between passer and receiver through those trying (or not) to block ...

it's just so good!
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: December 18th, 2005 06:19 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Thanks! These cough-syrup-without-the-syrup pills have my mind aswirl with analogies.
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