Out there somewhere we have a hundred or so anglers in competition with each other from about 6 a.m. until 2 p.m. yesterday, today and tomorrow.
Around 5 or 6 p.m. tonight pretty much all of them will sit down with each other and break bread together at dinner. Some of them will be winners in the competition, some of them will be losers in the competition.
In the competition.
All of them have won the game of kindness, empathy and caring for each other.
I stand back and watch, watch the friendship grow between the people from Australia and the folks from Michigan, New York, Connecticut, any state, watch as they talk and smile, exchange email addresses or become “friends” in social media.
I stand and smile as someone whose language I don’t understand or speak comes up to me and in the universal language of “selfie,” takes a photo of someone separated by oceans, not thoughts, a bonding of kindness that is in its own self a universal language.
“…there will be an answer…”
“Any fool can know the point is to understand.”
When I hit send on this column today it quite possibly will be the last column I write about the game of professional sports.
It is all I have done for the past 26 years of my life.
I have written about the big leagues as well as the Little League, written about sports endemic to America, and sports played around the world.
I have written about the pros and the cons.
I have written about the owners up in the skyboxes and their employees down on the fields.
I have smiled and I have frowned, I have laughed and I have cried.