Wednesday, August 15, 2012

the last book I ever read (Instant Replay, excerpt three)

from Instant Replay: The Green Bay Diary of Jerry Kramer by Jerry Kramer and Dick Schaap:

Fuzzy Thurston was sneaking us ice. They keep ice out on the practice field in case of fractures and sprains and things like that, so Fuzzy put some chips of ice in a towel and stuck it under his sweat jacket and hobbled out to us on his bad knee and gave us the ice, and it was like the sweetest thing I ever tasted.

Somebody once said that a person lives from want to want, or from pain to pain, or something like that. I don't know exactly what he said, but I know what he meant. When you want it desperately, the smallest pleasure, a sip of Pepsi, a sliver of ice, can be so beautiful. You savor it so much. It tastes so fantastically delicious. I can take a sip of Pepsi and almost go into an ecstatic state. It just is unbelievable, the pleasure you get when you're so hot and so dry and so tired, and you get ice-cold Pepsi and you just roll it around in your mouth, and it's like one of the sweetest things that ever happened to you.

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