“The best art divides the audience.” Rick Rubin

Moments are made when confidence comes from innocence
Like today before our volleyball game
When the cliche,
“Kids say the darnedest things,”
Was brought to life.

Warm-ups were happening,
Volleyballs whizzed in all directions,
Rap music brought the bass for mind-altering perceptions.
I stood next to one of my players and said,
“First time I’ve heard this song.”
To which she replied, “I’m not for pop culture.”
I asked, “How close to pop culture do you get?”

She was a thoughtful student in class,
She considers strategy on the court,
She gave this question of mine the consideration
She gives every thought requiring a reasoned answer.
As the moment started to lose steam,
She answered,

“Bach.”

What a great answer from a teenage kid
Who channels the waters of being a serious student and athlete
Without the slightest of care for how others see her.
She knows little of the social media sisters out west or
Even the current status of prime-time television,
But ask her about a book she is reading, or a voice lesson she has been taught,
Or her proximity to pop culture and you’ll get
The perfect intersection of confidence and innocence.

“Ahhhh, Bach…”

“An over commitment to the absurd.” Vince Vaughn

The middle years brought the sports hype,
Sports Illustrated,
“You are looking live at…”
Magic, Ralph, Julius
Nolan, JR, Ryne
Hockey? Nah.
The Cowboys ruled
(Don’t tell my parents, but I can’t stand them anymore.)

I knew all the players
High school phenoms,
College all-stars
Pro-bowlers,
All of them,
Less the hockey players, of course.

I thought amateurism was real,
That Americans were clean in the Olympics
That students were also athletes,
That NCAA was not a business,
That professionals played for the love of the game and
That they could be positive role models,
Since just by being who they are, they
Play a role in our lives.

Now, I watch the youngins
Copy their favorite athletes
Talking the talking,
Walking with swagger,
Investing in the gear, the sneakers, the fantasy leagues.

The sportin’ madness lives on…