Waking metaphor

 I have no fear of anything right now, in fact, feeling this immune most days is a rarity. Then, when flipping across the channel of cable television, we get sports. . . such as the media talk-shows they call 'news' casts. You let yourself go, don't wake me while I'm sleeping through this, before you know it. . . it's that ridiculous boflex commercial with an anabolic trainer stating how his wife supposedly gives him a creepy wink "every now and then", which he follows up with laughter ( - or a sudden urge in resistance of being mauled by a tiger which the viewers don't see.)

What is it today, with our sudden acumen with obsession in reality television, if not that, then the presence of capitalist death threats on our cable systems, "if you don't buy - buy - buy - we - won't - sell - sell - sell." Did someone forget to set the alarm clock, please don't, let's not wake up to it.

Today, I see so much dis-infatuation on a very concrete level in observation.

Yesterday, the Pittsburgh Penguins sleep-walked their way across Montreal Canadiens, Bell Center, when it occurred to me an insightful Don Cherry commentary, "They shouldn't have got into that brawl (end of 2'nd period) it woke them (Pens) up." Insinuating that the Penguins were marching out into the 3rd period with victory on their minds. The very same thing came across to me as well. In fact, it all made perfect sense, what Cherry said - I thought must have meant - The players who get paid a million dollars on average, are playing as actors, not as athletes without a cause, not knowing who is going to score, who will win, whatever the cost. They are conscious of who they are as actors, ready to get the right call from the referee, the great star player treatment (Crosby) who should score that pricey goal.

When Scot Gomez was collecting Crosby's dribble during the ensued "brawl" all I saw was Crosby lamenting at Gomez, in a sorry state of affairs whispered, "Psst, you know me, who I am, I'm too valuable to do this stuff, we're on television." Gomez, dressed in his Habs outfit, a Stanley Cup winner with the NJ Devils, seemed to know the complacent route was the premeditated, almost planned, seemingly conscious election of choice to take. I re-thought this assessment, knowing what I was watching was a lie, a foolish experiment, where winning did not decide the outcome, money has.

I truly believe this New NHL phase has really done no one else a favour, using my advice as my moral resource for action, I simply realized how completely unaware I was of the factors people forget we have yet to control ourselves.

In my mind, if I had half the talent these guys have, would I waste it on money for the looks of it, now I see why these bread-winners have such notoriety right under our very noses all along.