Passion

Pervert.

This ain't no kiss and tell kinda.  I mean, after all it's been since.. VICTOR!  STOP!

Ah damnit, you're supposed to say "DON'T STOP!", no comma.

I'm kidding I'm kidding.

This ain't about that kinda passion.... well, I guess it could be, but that wasnt uppermost in thought.

I. Love. Passion. In. People.

Situations. 

College game day on TV. Young'ns proudly displaying the colors, name, mascot of their institution, shaking, frantically waving their 'we're #1' finger, basically what some might call, "acting a fool."

Been there. Loved that.  Band camp, I think I was a fraternity pledge. Campus of Billy Jewell, old Brown Gym, 

barely enough room for a court, let alone bleachers. I had to (got to) wear a gorilla costume.

I remember running, doing a flip (ie, amped up cause I don't think I knew how to turn a flip.) Once landed, I wasn't sure if I was staring North, East, unsure of exactly where (which side) I came running from. This much I remember. Passion. (It's was 'Hell Week', it mighta had something to do with the two warm Buckhorns the 'actives' forced me to chug prior, ain't sure.)

Bottomline, or hell,  could be top line, I wasn't sure if I was on my hands or my feet: Yum. Passion. All important. 

Sports. There's passion in sports. No, there ain't no such thing as 110% effort... win one for the Gipper, maybe. I recall a basketball coach, team was sluggish, jogging, not offering great effort. "Time out."

The 5 on the court came to the sideline. Coach told 'em to stare at the 7, seated in chairs. "Now you, tell me, howintheheck am I to justify lollygagging, jogging back on D, getting beat to the baseline, to these 7 sitting here?" (Put me in Coach, I'm ready to play. Today. Look at me.

Oh yeah, that's a song.

We've talked passion in sports. Oh baby, is there passion in song. Music.

Those on stage..   first comes to mind, women-belter-outers. Joan Jett, "Singing, I love rock and roll, so put another dime in the jukebox baby, I love rock and roll, so come and take your time and dance with me, Ow!

Mebbe Chrissie Hynde, The Pretenders, and:

Gonna use my arms, 

Gonna use my legs,

Gonna use my style, 

Gonna use my sidestep,

Gonna use my fingers,

Gonna use my, my, my imagination.

Yum. Passion. Total brain concentration on the moment, I don't give a damn what else is happening.  ("We're gonna be late for church... the toast is burning!... the dogs gotta pee") NOT TILL AFTER THIS SONG IS OVER!  YUM!!!

Sorry, kinda, not really.

(At this very moment, I have a candle lit. If I have to pee, I take my phone with me - flashlight) Mother Nature is PO'ed about sumpin, power out all about town, THUNDER THUNDER, THUNDERATION.  Holy guacamole,  there is passion in WEATHER!.

Back to sports for a second. Parents of Littles. How fun. Moms (or dads) in lawn chairs.  Next time you take in a little league came, take a listen.  I bet you'll hear a parent repeat something like "Keep your eye on the ball Jimmy, eye on the ball." "Bat on the ball, bat on the ball, Gabe."... "Why?  They say things, twice, not sure why. They say things twice, not sure why. Lost, completely lost in passion, and I love it.

Little Johnny called out on strikes. Dad, "Keep em up ump, keep em up." Ie, I'm passionate that you blew the call, I'm an accountant by trade, but I know better'n you.

How did Austin Powers put it? YEAH, BABY!

Passion gives us momentary break away from blue, rue, woe, not enuff dough, 3 regular tires and a donut, a flunked spelling test, no pay raise on evaluation day, yada....crap.

"Put me back on hold please, I really liked that song."

Sure, love. Politics. Our kids, family. Hounds and kitties, friends, a cause, the Bible, quilting, decoupage, yada, much.

Passion lends good reason to be here, to enjoy, smile, love, breathe.

"Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends, so Oh Lord, won't you buy me, a Mercedes Benz?  That's it!" (Cackle)

Right Janis?  Passion is life, we gots to live it thataway, recognize it, appreciate it.

Put another dime in the jukebox baby.

Love, and marriage...

No, that ain't it..  sorry Peg, sorry Al.

Love and passion, Victurd

"I played high school football!"