I was in the room here one day... watchin' the Mexican channel on TV. I don't know nothin' about Pele. I'm watchin' what this guy can do with a ball and his feet. Next thing I know, he jumps in the air and flips into a somersault and kicks the ball in - upside down and backwards... the goddamn goalie never knew what the fuck hit him. Pele gets excited and he rips off his jersey and starts running around the stadium waving it around his head. Everybody's screaming in Spanish. I'm here, sitting alone in my room, and I start crying.
That's right, I start crying. Because another human being, a species that I happen to belong to, could kick a ball, and lift himself, and the rest of us sad-assed human beings, up to a better place to be, if only for a minute... let me tell ya, kid - it was pretty goddamned glorious. It ain't the six minutes... it's what happens in that six minutes.
i saw that video - and it reminded me of that quote in visionquest. gahlee - i probably cried *yeah, i did* - i don't do anything that good. i don't. i hope one day i can make someone wish that they did something as good as i did - but right now i'm lucky enough to appreciate quotes like that and youtube videos like that - and tennis highlights and acoustic lullabies - and gardens and mountains - and plays in bedford.
i'm terrified i'll never be good at something.
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