365 Days of Jazz Hands - Day 60

FRIDAY, MARCH 1st, 2013

Rule #2:  Never, under any circumstances, let the ball hit the ground.

As we continue on our journey of cliché sports metaphors, "dropping the ball" is generally perceived as a bad thing.  While some sports encourage ball to ground contact, we're eliminating those from this exercise.  Imagine in your head a sport so sophisticated that it combines volleyball with dodge ball with hot potato.  You can't let the ball hit the ground (volleyball), you can't hold and possess the ball (hot potato) and you attempt to decimate opponents with violent blows to eliminate them on your path to victory (dodge ball).

This game...this "vollepotadodge" game is life. We'll need a new name...that's rather cumbersome.

To say that it is vitally important to let something like Jazz Hands into this eat or be eaten world is an understatement.  His Blueness has known this since the late sixties (reference: 365 Days of Jazz Hands Day 58) as he has been showering his Jazz Hands upon us since he entered into our lives whether we realized it or now.  We should thank Blue every day for his undying, unconditional hand jazzing.  Glory be to Blue.

The mumbling Mitch voice asks why.  Why the Creature From The Black Lagoon and why the Blue Meanie?  Where does this fascination with antagonists come from?  What does this have to do with hot potatoes and beach balls to the face?

Shut up, Mitch.

I ask why not?  First and foremost, a story without an antagonist is a boring one.  Second, antagonists represent one of the more important aspects of life.  Without challenges we become complacent and weak and for that reason alone it is imperative to embrace them.  We all need a dragon to slay.  We all need to overcome creatures that live in lagoons and little blue things that hate music.  Like an anarchist needing rules to exist, we are nothing in the absence of obstacles.  It should be fairly obvious at this point, and likely goes without saying, that Jazz Hands is mightier than the sword and if you approach your challenges with the ideals that hand jazzing affords us, then you're on the path to righteousness.

So by all means necessary do not let a beach ball to the face break your stride, embrace your challenges and confront them with a healthy dose of Jazz Hands.  But most importantly...never, under any circumstances, let the ball hit the ground. 

Unless you are a cat.  If that's the case, then you have nine lives to spare.

Today's Jazz Hands were fuzzy and cute.  Day sixty complete.