The Changed Man
If you were to hear me imitating Pavarotti
in the shower every morning, you’d know
how much you have changed my life.
If you were to see me stride across the park,
waving to strangers, then you would know
I am a changed man—like Scrooge
awakened from his bad dreams feeling feather-
light, angel-happy, laughing the father
of a long line of bright laughs—
"It is still not too late to change my life!"
It is changed. Me, who felt short-changed.
Because of you I no longer hate my body.
Because of you I buy new clothes.
Because of you I’m a warrior of joy.
Because of you and me. Drop by
this Saturday morning and discover me
fiercely pulling weeds gladly, dedicated
as a born-again gardener.
Drop by on Sunday—I’ll Turtlewax
your sky-blue sports car, no sweat. I’ll greet
enemies with a handshake, forgive debtors
with a papal largesse. It’s all because
of you. Because of you and me,
I’ve become one changed man.
this isn’t a meltdown this is just what happens to a person when there are too many sports at once
I wish I could enjoy October sports more, but the beginning of hockey and the end of baseball takes me back to such a painful time in my life, being 23 and heartbroken and staying out late with a bunch of strangers in Evanston and knowing I was in way, way over my head.
There’s nothing worse than watching your team lose while all the cubs fans at the bar cheer. #homesick #stl