I was 41 when I went to law school, and I thought that was my red convertible. Nope. Turns out that was only the beginning. A midlife crisis doesn’t have to be a bad thing, even if it’s not always pretty. It’s only natural at the midpoint to look back and to look forward. I think I’ve gone looking for the parts of me that I lost, forgot or left along the way, first by taking back my fears.
For the first time in my life, I am a sports fan. (Maybe not a great one, because this post is actually about ice cream.) I’ve watched sports and enjoyed watching them, even rooting for one side to win. But I had never attached myself to one team before moving to Portland, when losses feel personal, when you start saying “we.” The Portland Timbers are my team. (See “Opening Night” for a little background on my soccer career, which lasted one day back in 1978.) Continue reading
Earlier today, I was emailing with a friend, discussing comma usage. Part way through the conversation, I got out my portable soapbox. Seems I forgot to put it away. Continue reading
I just got home from the Timbers home opener. I love the Portland Timbers. My family knows this about me, because I’ve been talking about the Timbers for the past year. They also know that I was most likely born wearing a bow tie, more at home at an opening night, than a home opener. I’m not exactly a sports fan. At least I wasn’t.
I moved to Portland, Oregon, just a little more than a year ago. For reasons still unknown to me, I bought season tickets to the Timbers. Not just one ticket to one soccer game, but season tickets (and since renewed them). I had never even been to a professional soccer game before. I almost watched my cousins play a junior high school game once, but a storm moved in, canceling the game. Maybe it was the ad campaign, I don’t know.
Sure, I also played soccer as a kid.
Okay, I played one day of soccer in 1978. Continue reading