Post hoc, Jesse Owens .

We waited until after our children were born to name them, so I see no reason to be hasty about making New Year's resolution lists. Maybe this weekend. Maybe. Don't wanna rush it. The whole tortoise vs. bunny thing. Unless you're a sprinter with fast-twitch muscle fibers like Jesse Owens, who won FOUR GOLD MEDALS in 1936 on Hitler's home turf while the little dictator watched in fury. Still one of my favourite sports stories ever. So, in the spirit of Jesse Owens, I have not made a list of resolutions yet. I think it makes sense, as one of America's greatest Presidents, Jed Bartlett, once said:

"Post hoc, ergo propter hoc."

Which is Latin, also one of my favourite dead languages. 

Happy #3 of two-zero-one-four, one of my favourite years. To the fleet of foot off the starting block goes the gold, unless you're running a marathon, which Mr. Owens never did, sadly. Happy day. Go listen to some Turtles now.

So happy together.

Also:

Read the story of the friendship between Jesse Owens and Luz Long (note the last name) at the 1936 Olympics. Super short version:

The world watching, including Hitler on his home turf as he pushes his sickening Aryan supremacy beliefs, cheering on Germany’s athletes to prove the superiority of one race to the watching world. Owens struggling in the long jump, and Luz Long, white German competitor - in other words, competing against Owens - provides a very public show of support and congratulations for Owens in front of the watching world and his own country’s leader. A courageous choice at a very volatile time.

Below:

at 37, I realize this is the age where I truly began embracing the idea that were I to be auditioning for a lead role in a sports biographical film, I would likely be cast not as the athlete, but possibly as the character interviewing the athlete.

You might think: 37? He’s just now realizing this? Isn’t that like more of a…27 thing?!

Maybe you think this, and honestly that’s fair. I come to understandings about some things at much different points than many, and maybe that’s what makes me…me.