Thursday, September 13, 2012

Touchdown, Your Story

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James always wanted to score a touchdown in a big game. He used the Design Your Story Submission Form section and told me he wanted an adrenaline rush and some excitement. He let me run with it (literally).  I hope you enjoy James and thanks for your submission. It keeps me busy and I love connecting with my readers and subscribers!


September 13th, 2012

Make that push right through the line. Feel the energy as you move powerfully through the large lineman standing in- between you and your field of vision. The quarterback pounds the football in your chest but you cant hear the pop of the ball because of the large bodies moving about you as they are slammed full speed with other men that want to kill you all because of the pig skin you hold in your hands.


You search for a hint of daylight cascading through pockets of legs that may guide you to the promise land as you bounce around avoiding the large hands of the defensive lineman that want to reach out and wring your neck. Then suddenly a hole forms big enough for your body to fit through and like a funnel your sucked through gaining momentum as you pound of the sides of the legs of men like pylons of a pier, jettisoning itself out of the sea.

You break through the wall and you think you’re free until four men stand out in front of you like guards who converge on you to take you out. With the ability of quick wittiness you have to make a decision to put your head down and plow through them or bounce around like a pinball until you are able to free yourself and just go.

The decision is made to plow ahead as you drive your legs into the ground and push hard making sure you obliterate who is in front of you. You kick your adrenaline up a notch and lower your head, stiffen your shoulders and strike first. Pushing whoever and whatever it is, the fuck out of your way.

With the power of a raging bull you blast the linebacker out of your way. The air is released out of his lungs as you topple him over and he lands on his back. You continue to drive through him leaping over his lifeless body while out running the other men who only see your uniform number fly by in reverse.

Its open field and there is no one in front of you. Your wide receivers are boxing out the cornerbacks which are allowing you full sail towards the end zone. The white hash marks move below your feet like a speeding car down a major highway. Your sights on the yellow goal post that are standing before you like open arms welcoming you home.

The crowd cheers as the vibration of their shouts travels onto the field and hits your body shaking everything around you. Including the very ground just beneath your feet.

[Radio Announcer]

At the 20,

15,

10,

5,

Touchdown!


You cross the final line that marks the spot where you will celebrate your triumphant run. The stadium plays your favorite song as the fans rock the house. You present the football to the cheering crowd and flip it behind your head. Your teammates run to you banging their bodies into yours to join in the fun. You just scored on a 30 yard scamper solidifying your position as the best ever in a spectacular run that will be shown over and over again on ESPN, The Sports Network.

Today’s your day the team is on its way to a victory and all because you took the ball and ran baby ran, and scored the winning touchdown for all the happy fans.







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Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Business as Usual

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September 12th, 2012


I can feel it and it doesn’t feel good. It’s a lump in my throat and it isn’t my Adams Apple. I’ve felt it all day just resting there as if it were in hibernation waiting to be woken by my subconscience that has been nagging at my mind all day, reminding me it's there.

It’s right above my collarbone and just below my neck line. I tried to ignore it but my stomach just doesn’t sit right. And it is signaling my brain to pay attention to the knot in my throat. but I do not need the reminder.

Eventually I know I will have to address this pressing feeling exerting itself on my body. I am all about adventure, but I am not looking forward to the adventure I am about to travel on in the next few minutes. 

“Come on Chris just ignore it. Your stomach will settle and the weight resting on the bottom of your throat will go away,” I try telling myself. A little motivation can go a long way. But at this point I'm only buying minutes.

My boys are oblivious to the pain I am in. I’m masking it well because we went away on a Disney adventure and I’d hate to ruin their fun. I try to suck up this annoying pang but in my gut I know it isn't going away. I rest on the bed; my head buried in the hotel pillows just wishing I could just sleep it off.  After all this is Disney World. A place they tout- Where dreams come true. Maybe some magic will work this way and alleviate my uneasyness however as time passes by I know it's the inevitable. But the final outcome is becoming easier and easier to accept.

My sons play close to me. Enjoying the toy monorails I bought them from the expensive souvenir shop that gouged my wallet as deep as the pit in my stomach. The money I have spent thus far planted like a seed as the feeling of sickness rolls over me. I think it is more so from the food then the thought of the money I have spent. After all when you become a parent there are something’s that you have no choice but to accept. Like spending money in an over priced playground. Alas, it’s the price of doing business.

I start to sweat. My breathing becomes more labored as I try to entertain my kids with fun and laughter. I am succeeding but the momentum inside me is building. The threat of an involuntary take over seems more and more like reality. I can no longer over look the possibility of feeling better once I am able to lose the bubble in my throat.

I get up from my comfort zone and start to walk the floor with feverish pacing. It’s like I am trying to keep up with the colorful fish in the Finding Nemo wallpaper border lining the ceiling just above my head. My kids think it’s a blast that their dad is practically running in place and join in their quest to be like me. I smile and look at them, they’re as happy as can be. 

I glance over at a picture of the Disney ship resting in the frame moored to the wall. I recreate the motion in my mind. The ship moves up over the horizon and back down. A wave pushes it to the right and then counters with the left. Steady as she goes my ship move up and down. There is no pleasure in this cruise.

The imaginary movement seems to work as my body is ready to reject whatever it was that formed in my esophagus. I pick up my boys one by one and place them on the bed. We conduct a quick pillow fight, as they scramble from bed to bed. It isn’t fair. If I may say, it’s two against one and they are having more fun as they take a pillow from their spot and hit me with it over my head, on the side of my face and sometimes right below the waist. 

I’m at the end of my rope. My throat is ready to let go of whatever it is that has a hold of it. I lean in the bathroom and find my spot on the floor. With any luck this will be open and shut as I begin to pray that I won’t have to stay too long.  My kids are curious to what’s going on as I use one of my feet to keep them at bay.

I have never jazzercised in my life but I was doing pretty good on this night as I kept my boys away from my plight. I bowed here and prayed for it to end as Pawn Stars played in the back round talking about the Hindenburgh disaster. I didn't think I could equate such a terrible event but in this moment I felt it was appropriate. I just wanted it to end. But it lasted longer then it took to begin.

I got up from the floor and walked out the bathroom door. I leaned against the wall and stared into infinity hoping that the power of healing over took the power of bad food that had knocked me right on my ass. I refocused to my kids who were playing up a storm without a care in the world and I knew right then, for them, it was business as usual.

So I had no choice but to grab he nearest pillow and launch an attack before we closed up shop for the night. But rest assured will be open for business once more.






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Monday, September 10, 2012

Happy Birthday

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September 10th, 2012

Before you were born the anxiety ran across your parents face. Unsure if you were okay, they would not be happy until they had you in hand. Everything was already in place before your arrival into a new world that you have yet to discover. Much like Christopher Columbus, in his quest to discover lands beyond his own, you were about to embark on your own journey of discovery. A trip you’ll never remember. But a journey your parents will never forget because they could not wait for you, as their anticipation grew with each passing day.

Your name rolled off their tongue as if they knew you would always exist beyond their own dreams. Your entire future was seen before their eyes. Before you were even conceived your parents laid out your long road towards your success. But more so you lived in their dreams night after night while God made you into what you are today. Shielded by a wall of skin and internal fluid your parents could only imagine what your features looked like joking with one another with the hopes you got the better traits of your mom then your dad and vice versa.

The time for your arrival is getting near and the fear and anxiety begins to grow inside grown adults with renewed fears from parents who have long forgotten what it was like to be afraid of ghosts on Halloween and the anticipation of Santa Clause, that kept them up all night at the young age of youth, they long to experience today.

The clock watching begins while the nurses prep the mom-to-be, with all the essentials that will monitor your health through current technology that wasn’t there for their own birth. But regardless of how technology has evolved the love from parents has always remained the same with unconditional love and understanding for a life and love that they hardly know but seems so familiar before you even arrive into their world.

"Are your ready mom and dad?"

The nurse asks them, giving your parents validation of the names they have longed to be designated. Mom, for the truly unconditional feelings she as for you. The love you will bring her during her lifetime in immeasurable by time and space.

For you dad the pure joy of holding something so fragile in his arms. The unbelievable feeling that he could help create something so vulnerable, so beautiful, allows him to weep uncontrollably at such a sight.

You arrive to your birthday and its such a party. The last one you'll never be late to and the only one branded in the minds of the ones in your world who will always remember where they were when they held you in their arms. and its the only day the famous song you'll hear until the day you die is never truly sang when of all days is truly most appropriate.

"Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to the baby in my life who will always brighten my darkest day. Happy birthday to you."

Happy birthday baby.

For Christopher











Christopher Fusaro. The author of Captain Imperfecto.

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