"Nobody should be that obsessed with anything..."

...or so I've been told.

I don't buy it though.

Might even go so far as to say; everyone should be so lucky.

And in truth, many are.

Find something you love, and pursue it to no end. It will bring you happiness.

Passions need not be singular, exclusive of, or competitive with one another.

For some it's a "passtime." Of course, to them, passtime does not suffice as a descriptor. Perhaps it is the love of another person, or many. Maybe it's creative, objective, subjective, active, passive...maybe it's sleep. Maybe it's god, or God...or the gods...or our study thereof. Philosphy, history...future. Babies. Babymaking. Cats. Supernova. TV. Drugs. Work. Baseball. Noun. Verb. Adjective....

Nobody shouldn't be obsessed with something. Better yet, some things. Life's sweetness is in caring.

On another, sadder, note; fare thee well Coach C. For a select, lucky group, your obsession was mentoring and interacting with us for up to and often more than 12 of our years, 30 or so of yours. Your reserved, stoic, passionate, no-B.S. attitude (puncuated by an occasional hot-temper) combined with a subtle sense of humor and genuine interest in and high expectations for those under your charge. The lessons we carry are equally subtle, genuine, and important. Thank you.


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