Heroism

            As I lay awake last night in the wee hours, I got thinking about the guys on the Washington Nationals team who just won the World Series. Surely they’d just spent the evening of a lifetime, triumphant, euphoric, wildly toasted and feted, praised and petted, surrounded by friends, fans, and family. Eventually they must have gone to bed. Then, since they were probably pretty keyed up, I imagine they woke up in the middle of the night.
            When you awaken in the dark, you are always alone. Even if someone lies next to you, they’re probably asleep. A couple of hours ago you were a hero at the pinnacle of adoration. Now, you are just a plain old human being, alone, awake in the middle of the night. Maybe you’re a little stiff from that slide into home. Maybe your mouth is dried out from yelling and drinking. Maybe you need to get up to pee.
            Do you still feel heroic? 
 
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