You are showered with white light. Photons hurl down like furious boulders and every single one crashes into you as you focus on the goal line. Your ears buzz. The crowd’s gaze is locked on your legs, awaiting your triumphant shot. You trip.
I recently recovered from a mild hand injury—some might call it a scratch. I scrutinized my scratch for hours in order to observe the healing process. I noticed the absence of the scratch when I was in the shower. I had wasted two days monitoring the recovery process, with no success, and the second I wasn't paying attention—it had vanished.
The occasion called for celebration. I headed to a tiny sports bar where if I’m lucky, I would notice a third rate volleyball player having a glass of cheap whiskey. She usually sat at a central position in the bar. When asked about it , she c alled it a “power move”, and continued to sip from her cherry flavored beverage.
My barmates are old friends with whom I used to play football. They met my story with dis ...