Thursday, January 21, 2010

Greatness is fleeting and that's okay

My go-to radio station lately is Alt Nation on XM radio. I love this station.

(Except for one of the DJs, Madison, who is like nails on a chalkboard. To her credit, she seems to be aware of this and does it anyway, which if you know me at all, well... I'm pretty much the same way. Hopefully not nails on a chalkboard but, you know, eff off if you don't like how I roll.)

Sorry, tangent there. Anyway, it used to be that I never got into music because so little of it seemed like it was more than a one-hit wonder. And what's the point in that? I wanted to find an artist or band who I could hang my hat on and say, "That is my favorite."

I found a few through the years who could fit that bill. The latest is the Hip. The only one that has really stood the test of time is Simon & Garfunkel. That concert in Central Park album is still probably my all time favorite album in the history of albums. I even have the dialogue between songs memorized.

But as this Alt Nation station has grown on me, I've come to appreciate that something can be both fleeting and wonderful. I may never hear another song from As Tall as Lions, but I still love this song.

And I was driving around today (driving! my car works!) and thinking about the notion of greatness being fleeting and ephemeral. Not so much the notion itself but embracing the notion.

In other words, living in the moment with what's great in that moment and not worrying about what came before or where it goes next.

I think you can probably see where this has a goaltending application, right? I mean, the mindset of a goalie is 100% in the moment. And greatness is breathtakingly fleeting at times. Sure, the best of them can be consistently great over long periods, but even they have bad games, injuries, and other rapids to navigate.

So to be able to appreciate and enjoy those moments of greatness even if they're surrounded by less-than-stellarness would be a nice thing to be able to do, right?

My litmus test for what matters is, when I'm old and on my way to tend the ol' net in the sky and I look back, what do I remember? That I let in that floater from center ice? Or the moments of greatness that weave together to make the tapestry of my experiences?

The takeaway, as my corporate peers like to say, is that ideally we could embrace and appreciate the moments of greatness for what they are. Moments. Fleeting and rare and wonderful. And likewise, understanding that the space in between that is average-to-crappy is what makes us appreciate the greatness when it reveals itself again.


Speaking of greatness, after my staunch declaration yesterday that I have no use for a goalie sweater with another goalie's name on it, Google Alerts tests me and sends me this.

In a million years, I wouldn't pay $350 for a hockey sweater unless there's a player in it. I'd rather have new pads. But damn. PURPLE FLAMES, BITCHES! FMD. It even looks like the sublimated kind, which I love to sleep in when it's cool enough.


Big shout out to my girl, Artnhockey, who is IN Bonita Springs and went to the Blades practice this morning and is going to the Blades game tomorrow night. Can't wait to see pics of Brusty and all the rest of the boys (okay, don't really give a shit about the rest of the boys... not gonna lie).

Safe travels, you guys!


In honor of my boys Simon and Garfunkel, one of my favorite movie scenes. Can't imagine why.


LadyByngsLoveChild  January 21, 2010 at 4:29 PM  

That's too much for a sweater, even a Brusty sweater. I have a game worn goalie sweater from last season that is way too big to wear.
Plus, after the trouble we've been having with the Royals I would not be caught dead in one.

Ms. Conduct  January 21, 2010 at 4:39 PM  

Yeahhh, I obviously don't have any particular team loyalty in the ECHL. Just player.

Though man, if Beaumont hadn't folded, this sure would be a lot less painful. Though Mr.C would be pissed that I was going to Beaumont all the time to watch Brusty play.

artandhockey  January 22, 2010 at 1:18 PM  

Thankfully you did not label my OLD Gal, just kidding. Overcast again, and what prospect.. possibly NO BB?

Nicky  January 23, 2010 at 2:46 PM  

I've had to live with the name "Mrs. Robinson for nealry 30 years. And now, I'm old enough to be THE Mrs. Robinson. Sigh.

And, oh... pretty jersey. You wouldlook great in it. Well, OFF the ice.

Snikpip  January 25, 2010 at 3:54 PM  

The font and the purple flames almost make that a jersey an "I would die for" item. Of course, if I paid three outrageous hundred and fifty dollars for it I WOULD die because I couldn't afford to eat afterwards. It is a SWEET jersey, though. And belonged to an outstanding goalie. Almost worth it!
Can you tell that I am finally catching up on your posts? No more "week-after comments".
Unfortunately I had to set your blog by the wayside while I caught up on T3I. I was viewing November posts in January. UGH! Not being able to go to games has kind of soured my desire for Aeros information. (Plus, DVD's and Captain Morgan have directed my attention elsewhere.) I'm catching up, though.
And you MAY see me at the TC when I finally come to my breaking point and say "FUCK everything else! I GOTTA see some hockey!

Ms. Conduct  January 25, 2010 at 4:00 PM  

Hey, he might make you a deal. No bidders on it! But maybe he just waits for Barry's stock to rise a bit. :)

I don't blame you at all for not really wanting to dive into Aeros info if you can't go to games. I'd have to pretend they didn't exist...

Snikpip  January 25, 2010 at 8:23 PM  

I would have stopped commenting on this post if the word verification hadn't been "snadzoop". Sounds like a new name for you nutting someone.
These verifications can be so much fun...unlike the whole nutting experience.

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