So, I saw the news about Tyrese Haliburton getting that gold medal with the team. Good for him, really. It got me thinking, you know?
What I Was Doing
Funny thing is, when I actually heard about it, I wasn’t doing anything exciting. I think I was just trying to fix a leaky faucet in the kitchen sink. Been putting it off for weeks. Drip, drip, drip. Annoying sound.
So there I am, wrench in hand, knuckles probably scraped a bit, water everywhere, and I glanced at my phone during a break. Saw the headline. Haliburton, gold medal. Big achievement for that young guy and the whole squad.
How It Felt
It’s strange, that contrast. You got these guys on the world stage, playing their hearts out, winning gold. Pure adrenaline, I bet. And here I am, wrestling with plumbing that’s probably older than he is. Made me chuckle a bit.
It didn’t really kickstart some huge project for me or anything. Didn’t suddenly make me want to go shoot hoops. Knees wouldn’t appreciate that anymore. But it was a moment, you know?
- Just watching young folks succeed.
- Remembering that feeling of team effort, even from the couch.
- Getting that darn faucet fixed eventually.
Yeah, so that was my “practice” around the Haliburton gold medal news. Just fixing stuff and thinking. Felt good to finally stop that drip, though. That was my little win for the day. Not quite Olympic gold, but hey, the kitchen’s quiet now.
