The Sweet Smell Of Victory, or Victory Smells

       Saturday Afternoon, while watching Florida play Alabama in basketball, I had a wave come over me. Not like a wave of grief, that often washes over me, at the strangest times. This was a wave of odor!!
       I could smell the basketball game. The court, the players, the gym.
       I, of course, had to share my experience, with the hubs. I exclaimed, " I love the smell of Basketball games!" and proceeded with my thoughts, out loud. The HE in the room, just lets me ramble, and sort of smiles. He now knows how powerful my senses are, and they take me places.
       I continued, the sound of the crowd, the closeness of sitting practically on top of your neighbor, the hum of the basketball bouncing!! Its a very intimate setting, mixed with a lot of body odors, and strong wax smells of the court. ( the good Dr. asked me, if I got all of this from the TV set!!) ( why yes I did, my memories are strong, and triggered!! by God knows what, at anytime!!)
      This started me thinking about the Super Bowl, which is today, the Olympics coming up. They all smell, victory and defeat smell. It smells of hard work, sweat on top of sweat, dedication, pain, happiness, joy, they all smell!!!!
      Odors are etched in my nostril memory forever. Middle School children smell, bakeries should smell sweet, ( I can still smell the sugar cookies, we got going to the beach on Sundays, mixed with ocean and daddy, angst!) my perfume from Paris, fresh snow, the dirt after a rain storm, a baby's neck, funeral homes, an old book, your house you grew up in, Edward's old car, foods from around the world, war smells ( my dad told me that) so many things, bring back memories.
    Today it was high school basketball games, Juicy Fruit gum, youth in its glory, a night full of promise and disappointment, all this while watching a college football game.
    I sat for a long time, after the game was over, and I had written some notes. What a sweet, strong smelling memory, came to me, and I am thankful for it.
   Often we just have to be present, to receive gifts.
   How we are nourished, is important, good memories are so delightful. ( bad memories, I hope you have few, are for teaching us something, learn from them.) ( or block them out!! that you also have to do sometimes!) Your senses are underused, concentrate on each one of them, there is a smell of satisfaction with a little Jagger thrown in!!!
  Victory is yours, and it smells!! SWEET