lucy's football revisited

another post on the Charlie Brown paradox that's not really a paradox

I wrote a few weeks ago about Carlie Brown’s paradox.

He'd start out excited, determined in factm to finally kick a field goal.

He’s facing a football that will never be kicked.

And yet he persists.

Every time he tried to kick that damn football held by Lucy, she’d pull it away.

He’d arc through the air and land flat on his back.

Then we’d get the cloud squiggled punchline: Oh brother.

We all know a Lucy. They are who they are.

I suggested that instead of trying to kick the football again, Charlie ought to get up and try to run it in for a touchdown instead.

But in reality?

Football is a shitty game of ritualized violence created to replicate trench warfare.

It’s not exactly my cup of tea.

If you ever find yourself with a Lucy who pulls away the football, as you arc through the air whisper the words Thank you and I love you to yourself.

Instead of falling flat on your back in a cloud of rage, defy gravity.

Flip, spin and land on your feet.

Walk away and go play hockey.

That’s what a remarkable …