On September 9, 2015, Charli Mills (@Charli_Mills) prompted us thus:
In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about someone or something that is lost. It can be lost in a setting or it can be a feeling. Is there a recovery? What are the consequences of remaining lost? What are the opportunities?
Here is what I came up with:
There Is No I In Team, But There Is An I In Fight
The I in team has been lost in my psyche as a diehard fan of MMA.
When I claimed fanfare of mainstream sports, I never staked claim of a particular team to fanaticize; individual players, individual efforts, and individual achievements always gripped my attention.
Each season’s kick-off, first pitch, or jump ball pushed my sensibilities out of arenas and into steel cages. The lock behind me clicked a switch, altering my perspective.
The I in fight: blurs borders, spotlights styles, packs powerful personalities (and punches), and individualizes intensity from bell to bell.
If it huddles, it muddles my captivation.