 Good morning, Hickets Tuesday. I miss sports. You know what? I should start with a caveat. I understand that the loss of sports is one of the least important losses of our historical moment. Sports don't matter in the scheme of things, but I miss the luxury of caring about stuff that doesn't matter. Like, there's this great William Carlos Williams poem about a baseball game that begins the crowd at the ball game is moved uniformly by a spirit of uselessness which delights them. And I miss that crowd and that game and that delight. So here's where I'm getting a bit of that feeling in the meantime. Slightly off topic, but it occurs to me that the phrase in the meantime is a real winner for describing right now, like, we are living in the meantime. But right, Hank, first and most importantly, there is marble racing. Yellow's Marble Runs Marbula One Season has been an absolute joy for me. Like most people, I started out watching the Marble Olympics because it was somewhat sublime and somewhat ridiculous, but now I am all in. And for me, Marbula One has been a real lesson in how fandom works because I started out being like, I guess I'll root for the Green Ducks because we share a name. And now two months later, I'm like the Green Ducks are inarguably the greatest team in the history of marble racing and the limers suck and I hate them. Then there's Zwift Racing. So Hank, Zwift is this video game that connects to your bike trainer and when you move the pedals in real life, your avatar on the screen also moves and you can climb through the Alps and sprint through New York City's Central Park and draft off of other riders. And if you're like me, you can also experience the joy of being passed on long climbs by cyclists who, after their name, have in parentheses 84 years old and loving it. Zwift is one of my favorite forms of exercise and I also love watching Zwift Racing on YouTube where cyclists achieve speed and power levels that I can only imagine. Another game that I play terribly and love to watch people play well, Tetris. Every month there is a classic Tetris tournament where the world's best players of a 36 year old video game battle it out and it is pure joy. I just find Tetris extremely soothing and calming and for me watching competitive Tetris is an opportunity to experience mesmerized wonder. And then I've also been watching sporting events that are from the past but where I don't know the outcome. Like part of the pleasure of sports for me is that you don't know what's going to happen which is an interesting phenomenon because now, of course, I am surrounded by lots of uncertainty and it is horrible and terrifying and there is nothing to recommend about it. But the uncertainty before a live sporting event is bearable or even exciting precisely because sports don't matter or at least they don't matter on anything like the scale of the current uncertainty. For me, most of the joy of watching a live sporting event is not knowing how it will turn out, that feeling at the beginning of a game that all things are still possible. And I've found I can experience at least a version of that by watching old games like I love soccer but I don't watch a lot of Italian soccer or at least I didn't. But then yesterday while exercising I watched the 2012 Italian Cup final and I didn't know who was going to win. It was thrilling. That William Carlos Williams poem goes on to say that the crowd at the ball game is enthralled by all the exciting detail of the chase and the escape, the error, the flash of genius, all to no end save beauty. And for me at least that's the key, whether it's sports or something else, we all need things in our lives that have no end save beauty. For me I'm finding that mere beauty right now among other places in competitive Tetris and marble racing. I wonder where you're finding it, whether sport adjacent or not. Let me know in comments and Hank, I will see you on Friday. But first to PS. PS, many of you know the work of Amy Kraus Rosenthal who beckoned so much lovely into this world and helped me and many others sing in hope that we are here because we're here because we're here because we're here. Amy's husband Jason has just published a book about their marriage and Amy's illness and his life afterwards called My Wife Said You May Want to Marry Me. It's a wonderful memoir, highly recommended. Links to that and everything else in this video in the doobly-doo.