I'm reading Pat Conroy's My Losing Season, a memoir about Conroy's desperate struggle to play the sport he loves--basketball--and to please both his coach and father in the pursuit of his goals, which he chronicles as failure through his senior year of a losing basketball season at The Citadel.
Conroy says we learn more from losing than winning. One thing he said in the book made me stop reading, wince, and stare into the air in front of me for a full two minutes. It was one of those sentences that embodies the human condition and hurts and somehow frees all at once, Conroy's attempt to say something positive about sport and his father but you can feel the human pain in every syllable. He said, "If it weren't for sports, I don't think my father would have ever talked to me."
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