All’s Well That Ends Well?
My dad has been in basketball for I don’t know how many years. And it’s never been a big thing.
My dad is my dad and I never really bothered to care much about how many points he scored, or whether or not his team is on top of the standings.
All I know is that my dad is doing something that he loves and that’s it. I’m happy for him.
However, most people think that being in this particular industry is lovely. And on most days, it is. The adrenaline rush you get during the games is incomparable. What happens behind close doors isn’t really my story to share.
But today’s picture depicts what were in my thoughts today. Last night while I was trying to fall asleep, I came across the movie adaptation of Mitch Albom’s For One More Day.
And it talked about a washed up baseball star and his mother.
It was quite timely because there were talks of a famed basketball player retiring his jersey. And it brought me back to the time that my own father retired.
My father is very blessed to still be in the same industry that he loves a lot.
However, the time in between his retirement and the time that he came back to the industry wasn’t the easiest thing.
When a doctor retires, he has the excitement over a great retirement which includes a lot of golf and a lot of vacation houses. He is still the best retired doctor a specific hospital has ever had, also he has the liberty to retire when he’s 80 years old.
An athlete’s life ends at 40. In some careers, 40 is just the beginning of success.
Along with the death of an athlete’s career comes the dying down of the applause that fuels an athlete on his best and worst days.
Most movies can exemplify this, however, nobody really gets to experience it first hand. Some people think that movies just exaggerate it, but to an extent, it is the truth.
Nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors, nobody sees the disappointment or the tears.
And that’s what the movie was all about.
Well, it is based on a true story and it is a perfect glimpse of what happens after the lights are closed and all the banners are gone.
It’s really not something you’re supposed to think of, but expect my crazy mind to go into overdrive and think about it anyway.
And for today, it was something that was worth the brain cells.