Post by Joey on Nov 14, 2017 15:23:06 GMT -5
The scene is Vancouver. It is cold. There is already snowflakes falling. In a few days this city will be painted white in cold and snow. It is time to leave this city. And not return till summer has returned.
I had received an email a few days ago. From my brother Jude. It said simply “I am tired, you may go home if you like, for now..”
And that was it. Jude's time was over, my had begun again.
But as any true veteran of the sport will tell you, its so hard to start again. So hard to be gone for a time, then having to start over yet again. The road back can seem so far away. Farther still if we forget what it is we are seeing.
SFT is a familiar place. Home as many refer to it. But sometimes the road home gets blurry, it gets overrun with grass and other objects. And getting to the place where we were when we left gets to be too many.
The snow is starting to accumulate. The ground is now saturated white with snow, the street dust and dirt mixes with the snow causing a white muddy water mud type thing. I liked Vancouver. No one knew me here, no one bothered me. No one even spoke a word to me. I was invisible. And that was just the way I liked it.
But that is over now. It was time for me to go back home. And my first match back is against Emerson Embry. An old friend, that is if someone like me could have friends. But nevertheless Emerson has done the impossible, he’s gotten the crown and now he asks himself “now what?”
It is a very good question to be sure. So Emerson your question should not be now what. The question should be why god! Hahaha
But in all jest aside. You are a good guy. You don't have an ego on you which makes you one of the few. You always work hard, you don't complain even when you should or when you have every right. You are one of the best persons I know or have ever known. And that and only that is why I will give you some advice.
Leave. Leave now. Go far away. Right now you are not jaded like so many of us. You still care about something. The good in you has not been taken nor destroyed. Keep that. Keep yourself right with the world. For far too long I feared that you lose a part of yourself if you stayed too long. But like Frodo you held remarkable resistance to this place. Through it all you have kept yourself true. And for that my friend I admire you. Far too many have lost their souls to this place. Lost so much really. But not you? At least not yet.
So Emerson I will say this, you kept your heart and your soul intact. You finally won the title, go on. Walk off into the sunset. Live your life as best you can. Raise your son, rest your body and mind and just live. Because if you stay, if you stay you will lose that part of yourself that makes you Emerson.
And I wouldn't be able to hold witness to such a thing. I told people I took this match to see if I could bring out the mean streak in you. But in reality if I did such a thing, I would be changing who you are. Changing someone who is right just as he is.
So No Emerson I did not come back to change you or make you better as some would try. I came back to save you. And if I have to break you into pieces to save you, then so be it. By the grace of god such things are done, thy will be done.
So Emerson ask for my advice. Ask for my help. And you shall receive it. But even if you don't ask for it, the help will be yours like it or not.
Once again congratulations Emerson. Now its time for you to go.
I reach my car and open the door with the key in hand. I take one last look around the block where I stayed in Vancouver. And I say goodbye in my mind, knowing full well I wont be coming back here ever again.
...Fade...to….Darkness…..
I had received an email a few days ago. From my brother Jude. It said simply “I am tired, you may go home if you like, for now..”
And that was it. Jude's time was over, my had begun again.
But as any true veteran of the sport will tell you, its so hard to start again. So hard to be gone for a time, then having to start over yet again. The road back can seem so far away. Farther still if we forget what it is we are seeing.
SFT is a familiar place. Home as many refer to it. But sometimes the road home gets blurry, it gets overrun with grass and other objects. And getting to the place where we were when we left gets to be too many.
The snow is starting to accumulate. The ground is now saturated white with snow, the street dust and dirt mixes with the snow causing a white muddy water mud type thing. I liked Vancouver. No one knew me here, no one bothered me. No one even spoke a word to me. I was invisible. And that was just the way I liked it.
But that is over now. It was time for me to go back home. And my first match back is against Emerson Embry. An old friend, that is if someone like me could have friends. But nevertheless Emerson has done the impossible, he’s gotten the crown and now he asks himself “now what?”
It is a very good question to be sure. So Emerson your question should not be now what. The question should be why god! Hahaha
But in all jest aside. You are a good guy. You don't have an ego on you which makes you one of the few. You always work hard, you don't complain even when you should or when you have every right. You are one of the best persons I know or have ever known. And that and only that is why I will give you some advice.
Leave. Leave now. Go far away. Right now you are not jaded like so many of us. You still care about something. The good in you has not been taken nor destroyed. Keep that. Keep yourself right with the world. For far too long I feared that you lose a part of yourself if you stayed too long. But like Frodo you held remarkable resistance to this place. Through it all you have kept yourself true. And for that my friend I admire you. Far too many have lost their souls to this place. Lost so much really. But not you? At least not yet.
So Emerson I will say this, you kept your heart and your soul intact. You finally won the title, go on. Walk off into the sunset. Live your life as best you can. Raise your son, rest your body and mind and just live. Because if you stay, if you stay you will lose that part of yourself that makes you Emerson.
And I wouldn't be able to hold witness to such a thing. I told people I took this match to see if I could bring out the mean streak in you. But in reality if I did such a thing, I would be changing who you are. Changing someone who is right just as he is.
So No Emerson I did not come back to change you or make you better as some would try. I came back to save you. And if I have to break you into pieces to save you, then so be it. By the grace of god such things are done, thy will be done.
So Emerson ask for my advice. Ask for my help. And you shall receive it. But even if you don't ask for it, the help will be yours like it or not.
Once again congratulations Emerson. Now its time for you to go.
I reach my car and open the door with the key in hand. I take one last look around the block where I stayed in Vancouver. And I say goodbye in my mind, knowing full well I wont be coming back here ever again.
...Fade...to….Darkness…..
