I have never been convinced there's anything inherently wrong in having fun.

The pleasure of sport was so often the chance to indulge the cessation of time itself--the pitcher dawdling on the mound, the skier poised at the top of a mountain trail, the basketball player with the rough skin of the ball against his palm preparing for a foul shot, the tennis player at set point over his opponent--all of them savoring a moment before committing themselves to action.

He still has the same way of calling to me, as if I'm still new to him, as if he has yet to get over me.