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Why do we play?
Why do we ever play?
I suppose I've written a book attempting to answer this question.
Negative capability. Second childhood. Reptilian brain. Ego gratification.
Addiction to the Zone. Delusions of lost grandeur. Boredom. Comradeship.
Gilt free beer. Fear of death. Brilliantly childish fun. We can pick any one of those.
Packing my bag, I decided on Brilliantly childish fun. Plus the cold Beers.
Not even the most Brilliant child gets to have a beer.
Greg-- Well, your note (and elaborate, and totally cool website) made my day. It's great to know that the book has touched someone, if only their funny-bone. But sometimes also their heart, or whatever, and if I in any way made a beer taste better for you, well, my job here is done, as they say. But it's great how so many of us codgers are playing for the pure fun of it, and for the time spent with the guys, and all the rest. There really are a lot of us! Though only a few, it seems, who have hit the mother lode--free beer, and a choice of three different brands, to boot.*
Some of us are truly blessed. Joking aside, it seems you are truly blessed--that photo, in sweaty uniform between your two smiling boys, well, that's any man's dream, I'd say. As to getting a signed book to you, no problem and my pleasure, except that I have to order some from the publisher. I think I get them at 2/3 the cover price. I'll let you know what they charge me and that's what I'll charge you. In the meantime, send me your address.
Anyway, thanks again for your note. We play in a big tournament here this weekend, and I plan on getting at least one meaningful goal. Or at least setting one up.
Cheers, Bill Gaston
* I told him about the great Beer guy we have. **I
told Bill Gaston that we have a guy like who loves to dance and would probably do
like his team mate, Kelly, and take a job on a cruise ship, but he would never
sign that agreement about not dating the ladies he teaches. Harvey thinks,
"Why dance if you can't party with them?"
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