"I'm glad I don't have to make a living farming. Too much hard work. Too many variables you don't have control over, like, is it going to rain? All I can say is, god bless the real farmers out there"
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Zoeller delivers the kind of compliment that only lands because it starts as an admission of comfort. He doesn’t romanticize farming; he backs away from it, bluntly, as “too much hard work” with “too many variables” you can’t bend to will. Coming from a pro athlete - someone whose job is literally to master variables under pressure - the line quietly reframes what we call “tough.” In sports, uncertainty is engineered: wind, nerves, a bad lie, a hot opponent. You train, you prepare, you get another tournament next week. Farming is uncertainty that doesn’t reset on schedule, and the stakes aren’t a trophy or a paycheck bonus; it’s a season, a loan, a family’s stability.
The casual, almost comic specificity of “is it going to rain?” does a lot of work. It’s not poetic weather-talk; it’s a reminder that the most decisive forces in agriculture are mundane and indifferent. That’s the subtext: the modern economy rewards forms of difficulty that are legible, televisable, and individually attributable, while the harder kind - labor plus uncontrollable risk - remains backgrounded until a drought spikes prices.
“God bless the real farmers” can read as folksy, even reflexive, but it’s also Zoeller acknowledging a hierarchy of grit that athletes don’t always concede. He’s drawing a line between celebrated struggle and uncelebrated endurance, and he’s smart enough to put himself on the easier side of it.
The casual, almost comic specificity of “is it going to rain?” does a lot of work. It’s not poetic weather-talk; it’s a reminder that the most decisive forces in agriculture are mundane and indifferent. That’s the subtext: the modern economy rewards forms of difficulty that are legible, televisable, and individually attributable, while the harder kind - labor plus uncontrollable risk - remains backgrounded until a drought spikes prices.
“God bless the real farmers” can read as folksy, even reflexive, but it’s also Zoeller acknowledging a hierarchy of grit that athletes don’t always concede. He’s drawing a line between celebrated struggle and uncelebrated endurance, and he’s smart enough to put himself on the easier side of it.
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| Topic | Gratitude |
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