31 July 2011
The idea of playing versus watching immediately reminded me of work. The days I play at work, bouncing ideas back and forth with my co-workers, those are the very good days. The days I just watch are the long days. Those days I stare at the clock. Match time: 8 hours. Oh brother!
This wasn’t a great revelation – that engaging and taking part in something makes it more interesting; more interesting makes time fly – but when I saw it in terms of watching tennis versus playing it I thought: I’d be a fool just to watch at work ever again.
Well, sitting in the stadium just watching, our minds quickly began to wander. Judah told me he had had a fight with his girlfriend the night before. “Maybe fighting is like playing a relationship,” I said. “You can fight back or you can go: fine, whatever. And that’s just watching.” When someone starts a fight with me I’ve noticed they really don’t like it if I don’t fight back. Maybe that’s what my relationships need, more fights! But I’ll try to think of it as playing and not fighting. I just don’t want to do any more watching.
Friday I went back to UCLA without Judah and watched three matches. I just watched and it was great. Oh well. Love the one you’re with, I guess.