Hi. I'm Matt. This has been a place of regurgitation and frivolity (don't fret, it will continue to be) but, with any luck and a titch of effort, it will also become a place where I think, document and be more me than it has been previously. Run on sentence much?
This year (for me) has been full of downs and stabilizers; as well as a few, albeit minor, ups. However, last night as the USA men’s swimming team won the relay I realized that it’s not all bad.
That race was incredible. Sure, the media is all, “that was incredible AND it keeps Phelps hopes for 8 gold.. blah blah.” Yeah, sure, Phelps is awesome but for one moment, pardon my ‘Merican, “Fuck that guy!” Did you see the TEAM win that shit! Did you see the anchor pull through like a freak of nature? Yeah, you should have. Did you feel alive?
I did.
I haven’t really gotten all that excited about much in a long time (‘cept The Dark Knight, which is another obvious high point) but I just realized last night… It’s time to get excited. It’s time to pull ahead and feel alive.
(oh yeah. I almost forgot. Fuck the French!)
