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racehorse

Aren’t we all racehorses to a certain extent? We eat, sleep, study, go to work, and clean up all so we can win a race at the end of all the routines. Yes, I know. Some people don’t follow routines and don’t let the MAN dictate what they do daily. Or, as Wonder Woman put it, not let a watch tell you what to do. Actually when I ran into that clip on YouTube the other day, I thought about. We let time tell us what to do. When to get up, go to bed, take a shower, eat, take a nap, go to work, etc. But is it so much time telling us what to do as our bodies? If we don’t sleep, our bodies will let us know the consequences. We are biologically programmed. (I know, a lot of times what I say doesn’t make sense, but just follow me on this.) If we don’t eat or take care of our bodies, we get sick. If we don’t have the resources to take care of ourselves, we lose the race. So we sleep, eat, go to work, and do whatever it takes to keep going in this race. We just all have different levels of motivation running through our veins and depending on the levels is what decides who excels in the race and who will be the runt of the litter. We take our water breaks when we go on vacation or take a day off from work. But as long as we are breathing, we have to keep racing.

I think how well you do also depends on if you have blinders on or not. All the comparing yourself to others slows you down. In some cases, removing the blinders for a moment makes you realize you aren’t even running the same race as the person you were comparing yourself to. Funny, huh? The joke’s on you when that happens. No one wants that to happen to them, though because then you know you’ve spent way too much time caring what other people think. So I think it would be cool if in every single lane next to us is just another version of us. In other words, if we only raced against ourselves, we would look more towards self-improvement than race against people we don’t know or an idea that only exists as fiction. It would be easier to find the best version of ourselves without all the distractions.

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$6,000 seat at the Royals vs. Orioles game

By now everyone knows the Royals beat the Orioles. I haven’t sat down to watch, no, I haven’t watched a professional baseball game in a long time. But I did recently watch the penultimate game between Royals and Orioles before Orioles were defeated. (And since Cardinals lost too, birds will not be fighting birds, according to my mother.) I sat down on the couch with my mother, ate peanuts and watched the game. We started watching in the middle and then to the end. Royals were up, but the part of the game we saw no one scored. It was a frustrating game for me to watch, to say the least.

I thought about why I watched the game in the first place. MLB is usually boring for me to watch. I bet baseball is more fun to play than watch. (That probably goes for all sports, but I have a lot of fun watching basketball and football without the need to play it to make it interesting to me.) I know, I know. Baseball is the biggest sport in America, yet I’m not really a fan. Well, professional baseball players are too good! They either catch the ball before a batter even gets the chance to run or pitch a ball that is impossible to hit. This results in a lot of inaction for a viewer to watch. And if you attend a game and get a seat far, far away, what do you get to see? Sitting closer is more fun I’m sure, but there’s still not a lot of action going on because the players are too good.

At least if you’re at a bar or at home in front of the TV you can let someone else do the zooming in for you and you’ll get a much better seat for a lot cheaper. My dad wanted to take me to a game, but he said some of the best seats costs $6,000 per ticket and even the worst ones cost at least $100 or so. So the reason why this particular game was a big deal to me was because of who was playing. I’m from Baltimore and I have family now in KC. Enough said. I realized that sometimes, if you’re not a big sports watcher, if you have a team you are rooting for, you can get just as involved in the game as a regular fan.

Watching on TV I saw a lot of blue and some orange. I even saw two brave souls in orange sitting in the first row and while a sea of blue were cheering, they were looking out poker faced, sitting down. I got addicted to the peanuts and kept my eyes glued to the screen like I was eating popcorn at the movies instead. I was a silent KC traitor, hoping that my hometown team was going to score and feeling dejected when they didn’t. My mom didn’t even realize the game was over, that’s how boring it was to her. I had to explain to her that that was the end of the game and there’s a reason why Royals fans are cheering. “That’s it?” she exclaimed. “Not a single point after all that?!” I shook my head.

But I’ll tell you what. We had fun. I had my peanuts, I was watching the game with my mom, I didn’t think about anything else for the moment and we were on a comfy couch with our TV screen zooming in for us and it felt just as good as the $6,000 seat.