12-29-2014, 12:05 AM
I will tell of a cute tale of power. I went to the Dayton arena only once in many years to see the Flyers. They were losing by 19 points with 8 minutes in the game. Place was totally quiet with disappointment.
I turned to the man next to me who had sold his extra ticket to me and told him I did not come here to lose. I proclaimed that the Flyers would win. He said I was crazy with the certainty of a sober person; that the team had lost.
I began screaming with fanatic passion, knowing I was going into that zone of being able to will something. At first people around must have wanted to shut me up. But the game changed in my mind (and in reality) instantaneously. After a few minutes, I had drawn some others into my mold for advocating, then the whole section around me before the WHOLE arena became raucous. Needless to say, the Flyers came back to win.
Amazing.
I turned to the man next to me who had sold his extra ticket to me and told him I did not come here to lose. I proclaimed that the Flyers would win. He said I was crazy with the certainty of a sober person; that the team had lost.
I began screaming with fanatic passion, knowing I was going into that zone of being able to will something. At first people around must have wanted to shut me up. But the game changed in my mind (and in reality) instantaneously. After a few minutes, I had drawn some others into my mold for advocating, then the whole section around me before the WHOLE arena became raucous. Needless to say, the Flyers came back to win.
Amazing.