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The first time I saw him, I was amazed. Well over six feet tall, athletic beyond measure - a man who clearly respected himself. He didn't say much to me, but in the few words that he did say, I knew he treated me with a certain respect as well... it was strange. I was nobody to him...
He stood on the court, silent. It was clear to see his compassion for the sport and his respect for the lines he stood within, but at that moment, he was still.
His focus was overwhelming.
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Sometimes the spirit of sport doesn't lie in competition. Medals and trophies lose luster with time. A legacy can so easily be forgotten.
Sometimes it is enough to simply understand an art - to practice it, to culture yourself to grow with it, to discipline yourself to respect it.
An understanding that would last a lifetime, perhaps longer.
In his stillness, I saw that he was on a path of understanding, and I was inspired to join him.
You summed it up so simply.
"Just for fun man, just for fun"
