-by
Erick Coleman
Certain passions
in life cannot be disqualified or run away from; these are things
in your life that get in your blood and stay there. Sometimes these
things are so convert, so subliminal, that they are not easily noticed.
Perhaps one day you are driving in your car and the most random of
random songs comes on the radio, it’s a song from 1965 and not
anything that would normally stay on in your car. This song, however,
not only stays on; you sing along with the tune. Perhaps this was
a song your Mother listened to when you were a baby; maybe it’s
a song you heard in a store when you were younger and school clothes
shopping. Either way the point has been made; this song has made it
into your blood. You don’t know why, or how, but there it is.
The Five Stair Steps singing “Oh-oh Child” and you are
happily singing along.
I was five years old and enjoyed hoisting myself up to the sink and
balancing on my abdomen to get a cup of water. Innocent? Sure. Harmless?
Not so much as I wound up with two hernias that were both operated
on just as the other neighborhood children starting playing t-ball
and swimming in the local pool. The recovery time for one hernia operation
is roughly three to four weeks, two operations of the same nature
doubles that recovery time. Even a five year old tires of toy trucks
and stuffed animals - this is the time that I learned to read and
write and that passion stuck with me ever since. My writing passion
morphed into many forms through school and college, I developed an
equally strong and important love for music and radio, which slowly
morphed into a love for radio minus the music – I had discovered
a way to communicate my writings without actually writing. The downfall
to finding a replacement for a passion is that you can never actually
replace it. Much like aspirin masks the pain without curing it, finding
alternate outlets for creative juices gives you the “Johnny
Come Lately” feelings of satisfaction. Meanwhile, deep down,
there is an itching that becomes a burning and demands attention…your
original love is calling to you.
Running from a true love makes as much sense as running from yourself.
It’s in your blood; this is a part of you to embrace. I miss
writing. I miss the feelings of the words rolling off my finger tips,
the excitement that comes with a point slowly developing, the anticipation
of how well the writing will be received. Do not be fooled when it
comes to acceptance and writers; we are the most needy of the needy.
Writers invented co-dependency.
I’ve never really thought about writing something real about
the Miami Dolphins until recently. What happens when two explosive
elements are mixed? The volatile nature of those elements becomes
even more exposed. Radio, the Boston Red Sox and the Miami Dolphins
qualify as three items in my life that I struggle to maintain a healthy
objective and subjective balance. How am I to maintain an objective
nature when it comes to a team that inflates me and deflates me all
at the same time? Emotions take control at times and over-ride the
calm that should surface when you are attempting to be heard. No one
likes to be preached at and, when trying to make a point, it’s
best to not be on a soapbox. Do I have the talent to separate passions;
am I able to write a quantitative thought about the Miami Dolphins
that will not only be useful to anyone that reads it, but also elicit
discussion and opinion?
I sure hope so.
My good friends at The Dolphins Make Me Cry have foolishly agreed
to a weekly installment of “The Maine Objective.” Everyone
that visits this web site on a daily basis has something in common;
that item being a passion for football. We all share this element
in our lives. I have always had the God given gift of communication
and it’s time to challenge myself to get back to my roots and
WRITE. I hope that you enjoy the ride and I welcome any and all feedback
on my writings. My goal is to provide thought provoking and well-defined
arguments about one of my original loves: The Miami Dolphins.
They are in my blood. Are they in yours?
Until next time, from the land of the ten-foot snow bank – I
am wishing you Super Bowl Dreams.
-MaineDolFan
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