knocking it out of the ball park


When you’re on the road back to happiness … you can certainly learn a lot about yourself – if you allow yourself to do so! 🙂  I’ve always been fairly tolerant, patient and well, a whole list of things one might expect of themselves.  And for the record, that’s not me saying that — it’s my core group of friends who say that to me here and there.

More and more, I’m hearing them tell me that the “old Bryce” is back.  Of course, who is the “old Bryce” I ask them.  And for this, they had a list yesterday whilst we tailgated before the FSU-Clemson game:

  1. You’re laid back again … thank God!
  2. Silly, silly, silly … it’s the best part about you!
  3. Laughing more than you have in a long time!
  4. Eyes are peaceful.
  5. You’re singing again and it’s awesome to hear you sing.
  6. I don’t dread seeing you. :::WOW::: [honesty is always a hard medicine to swallow]
  7. Giggles, giggles and more giggles.
  8. Spontaneous and not so uptight.

Sometimes, your friends are the best therapy and well, therapists out there.  I guess #6 caught me off guard, but I get it.  When you’re miserable — well, your good friends know it and they can sense it.

Even if your trying to fake it through a smile and laughter — apparently, the eyes are the dead give away that things aren’t all they appear to be.  It’s always nice to know that people recognise what you’ve been working on and that you’re knocking it out of the ball park. 🙂  And so the journey continues …

“I face the day again.  Against the window pane. I remain your closest friend and wish you back again.  But still the days drag on.  Why did you decide to go?  Did you only need to see what only time can show?   I’ll be waiting. I may be young or old and gray … counting the days.  But I’ll be waiting and when I finally see you come, I’ll run when I see you …” – Amy Grant, The Prodigal

So, there was this game in Tallahassee yesterday.  Holy cow, FSU is seemingly on the road back to being the ‘old FSU’ … and I have to say, I’m loving the maturity of the entire FSU football team … from the coaches to the players.

This year, there isn’t this one-track mind of the National Championship – instead it’s a ‘one game at a time’ mentality and that, for the record, brings about the best FOCUS!! 🙂  And I must say that it was nice to see Doak Campbell packed beyond capacity for the game. I can only imagine that the team completely feed off the energy of the crowd from start to finish.

I never doubted that we wouldn’t win the game, but I’ll just say that I’ve no fingernails left (I tear them off — no biting) because I “ripped” the ends of them off during the entire first half.  I was anxious beyond words, but knew the game wasn’t out of reach so long as the original plan wasn’t abandoned.

My friend Jeff and I were talking about how Chad Morris, Clemson’s offensive coordinator,  would eventually run out of different looks for Florida State’s defensive line.  And that breakdown occurred in the early part of the 3rd Quarter.  And Mark Stoops, stepped it up after the half.

I think we saw EJ Manuel grow up a lot during the second half of the game and of course, I think a confidence — not arrogance — has been vested now by the entire coaching staff and the team.  I truly am excited about what the future – beyond this season – holds for FSU! 😉

Needless to say, once EJ & Co. got rolling, the Seminoles … well,  five touchdowns later, with 0:00 and FSU 49  Clemson 37  blaring on the scoreboard …  the fireworks whizzed high above Doak Campbell and the Marching Chiefs went ‘crazy’ with the War Chant!  And if you’ve yet to figure it out … this ‘boy’ bleeds Garnet & Gold, baby!

The next three weeks are going to be absolutely, undeniably insane and although I don’t think I’m ready for everything that’s going to happen (not that any of it is bad, mind you!)  … I know that it’ll all be okay because a higher power sustains me! 🙂

And with that being said, it’s time for me to get myself on task before my night completely slips away!

Hope everyone has a great, great week …

Shalom,