He was tired, his head hurting, his feet cramping, his heart pumping like never before, but he decided to settle down and do what he always did - People Watch.
The kid was happy to be selected in the big league. He was all of 11 but had got a chance to play for the under 18 level of the game. He started to believe, he belonged to the bigger stage. In his mind he had seen images of him doing well with vivid details that only reality could challenge.
The day finally arrived, his father quietly walked with him to the stadium. His turn arrived, he went and recieved a body blow that shattered him between his ears. Asked to head home right away, he limped holding his fathers hand for support, he cringed with pain unaware of what awaited him.
Once he reached home, came the bigger shock, his father ordered for the bag of medicines he had purchased the previous night. As asked for, came the big bag of everything, from a basic bandage to hot and cold packs, from pain killers to sports sprays, from ointments to stress managing drugs. It is at this point when he felt a pain shattering him just beneath the chest.
The tired man by the sidelines smiled to himself... thinking
Why did the fathers action hurt more than the real pain...?
Was the father wrong by demonstrating his confidence in his son's failiure...?
Or was it the boy's mistake to BELIEVE he belonged to the big league just because he got a chance...?
With questions answared and otherwise, he headed back to where he came from..... the peaceful fool's paradise.
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