Sunday, I woke up at 5:50AM to meet some friends at Green Lake. We were watching another friend row to victory in a crew competition. It was an occasion for celebration - a victory more pure than that won at Hastings or Agincourt.
Afterwards, I ate breakfast with a few of my fellow spectators. Our friend's crew team victory had made us a bit envious - we all, in our own way, had started examining our lives for the potential victory within. While a few of them were probably contemplating races-to-be-run or great-projects-to-undertake, I suddenly dawned upon what I thought would be a victory worthy of Agincourt and, that afternoon, recruited Zach as my partner-in-crime to reach this lofty goal...
Our will was strong... and our efforts noble...
But, between the two of us, we could only name 83 of the 100 members of the Senate. The Northlake Ivar's had never seen such a crushing, humble defeat as we, heads hanging low on our shoulders, trudged home.
I later modified our efforts in the fashion of public school gym teachers - "A for effort!" Ice cream was certainly in order as we reassured ourselves that, in a time when over half of the Americans believe that Saddam Hussein harbored weapons of mass destruction, we might've done better than most.
Then again, isn't it sad that, over fifteen or twenty minutes of dairy-induced bliss, we found such a statistic reassuring?
Posted by James at August 15, 2006 09:43 PM