I’m interrupting my own 30 day blogging challenge to reflect further on a thought I had last night.
Let me set the stage in case anyone has been on another planet for a while (totally not judging; it’s completely healthy to unplug sometimes and we can feel disoriented when we plug back in.) Two days ago, Sunday morning, a radicalized Muslim man opened fire in a gay nightclub in Orlando, Florida, killing 49 people and injuring over 50 more.
Like many, my heart is simply broken over the situation. I cannot comprehend how one heart can be do full of hate as to cause hundreds of families, and an entire world, so much pain. Meanwhile, in a parallel universe, my Golden State Warriors are set to play the Cleveland Cavaliers in game 5 of the NBA Finals and we’re going to win it at home! But no! Dramond Green is suspended one game because of a flagrant foul against LeBron James. LeBron is such a baby!
Yes. While hundreds of people mourn the loss of their loved ones, I’m upset about LeBron James. Tragedies really do put life in perspective don’t they? We have an embarrassment of riches in our area. I heard the same though Monday night when the San Jose Sharks list the Stanley Cup. “Oh, we can’t be mad. Not when so many just lost their lives in Orlando.” First, let me be clear that I completely agree with that. The real world will always be more important than sports. But indulge my fantasy for just a moment.
Last night, we watched the Warriors game. Every time the Warriors made a shot, an arena full of people went wild. Every time LeBron did just about anything, they booed. I thought, wouldn’t it be cool if we lived in a world where our only real enemies were the rival sports team? No shooters, no rapists, no pedophiles, no white collar criminals. Just the Cavaliers. And the Dodgers. No one, and I mean NO ONE would ever have to worry about hate crimes. When gay kids want to party, let them party. When Muslims want to pray, let them pray. When young black men want to walk down the street without answering questions from cops, let them walk down the street. And if you need to boo, do it safely from your seat at the stadium. Yes, I know it’s a fantasy world, but a girl can dream, right?