The world is not perfect. There are those who insist on grumbling about the abundant commercials and the sparse events coverage or the dramatized close-ups. I endure it with pleasure till the next rally of exertion, the pause before the start that reveals the mettle and the finish that defines the competitor. The winners are asked in a flash to describe their feelings as if they could feel and think at once. The feelings, as deep as desert wells, will be drawn upon in quiet times and quench a thirst they've yet to imagine.
Champions live forever.
We need more champions. The inertia is broken and the ball is rolling. We mustn't let it stop. We need to be an example to the deteriorating, fleshy souls around us. The time has come.