I must confess that on Saturday I was sad, I thought we were not going to be champions.
My reasoning was this: it was too perfect.
The genius who is about to retire and goes for one last chance.
The friend who gets heart disease and can’t accompany him.
The inexperienced DT who brings together a group of misfits willing to do anything to fulfill their idol’s dream.
it was too epic, and in real life, I thought, such things never end well.
In real life, Luke is killed by the imperial troops in his house along with his uncle and aunt.
In real life when Scotty or Geordi try a trick with the deflector shields to save the Enterprise that has a 5% chance to work… it doesn’t work, because it has a 95% chance to fail.
In real life Frodo doesn’t get out of the shire alive, Rohan doesn’t respond, the “Prince Serg” doesn’t get out of the wormhole in time.
Or at least I thought so.
Until Sunday, when with soul and suffering, after being ahead twice and being tied twice, the group of misfits led by the inexperienced young man raised the cup.
Thanks to the kid that went with his mother and his sister on a bicycle to train 10 kilometers from his house in the cold and at night for years.
Thanks to the protagonist’s crazy giant friend who saved a decisive penalty.
And I realized that while thinking that everything will always turn out well is illogical, Spock would tell us that thinking the opposite is also illogical.
I realized that in real life, sometimes, very rarely, Luke wears the shirt with a 10 on it and destroys the death star, Scotty from Pujato forces the reactors and the Enterprise doesn’t explode.
Sometimes, very rarely, far too rarely, but it happens, and so we will live on, trusting that we will see Rohan charge again in the fields of Pelennor.