Have you ever smelled the earth before a tornado rips through town? Have you ever picked up the soil, held it to your face and inhaled, knowing that it might be the last time that soil rests outside your home?
Have you ever listened to the streets of Pamplona before they release the bulls? You can almost hear the anxiety in the red-clad lemmings, daring for one morning to test fate, to brave the streets with a ten-ton animal bent on chaos, destruction and goring.
Have you ever put your hand on the tracks minutes before a seventy car train barrels into the crossing? Have you felt the subtle tremble rise…and rise again…until it becomes an inescapable, wailing roar of steel wheels and smokestacks?
Have you ever danced with Todd Bertuzzi?
“I felt like (expletive) out there for a while,” Bertuzzi said. “When you’re feeling 100 percent, you got the energy back, you got your rhythm back. It’s been a noticeable difference for me.”
I don’t know what Todd Bertuzzi did while he was out battling the spins, but there is something familiar in the way he carries himself. There’s something about the posture, the glint in his eye, the careless bravado that points to a man who has found liberation…a man who has been freed from the shackles of a love gone bad, a debt cleared from the books, an emotional tooth ache he couldn’t shake.
…but shake it he has. And now he’s ready to dance. Rhythm. You talk about rhythm, Todd? Do you take that phrase lightly? Do you toss that around like some cheap punch line at an overdone work happy hour when the only reason you’re there is to angle at the new secretary?
I doubt you do. My loins tell me that phrase has meaning for you. Depth. Significance. Intentionality. My sense is that you toss out a line like that…you talk about energy and pace…because you’re ready to send a message. You’re putting a stake in the ground aren’t you? You’re pointing at that lone stunner in the corner…the new girl in the blue dress everyone’s too intimidated to talk to…you’re telling her to come hither, to join you for an evening of enchantment, a night of wonder, an hour of dancing followed by a lifetime of ecstasy.
Tonight, that girl in the corner, she’s wearing a Nashville sweater. She’s playing hard to get. She’s pretending she doesn’t notice you. But that won’t stop you, will it, Todd? You feel like dancing, don’t you?