I need a spandex suit

Daredevil stands alone atop my pantheon of superhero heroes.

Don't get me wrong, Green Arrow, Green Lantern, Kitty Pryde, Wolverine, Buffy, The Spirit, Batman, Spider-Man ... all awesome. But they just can't hold a candle to Matt Murdock.

Part of it is he is disabled, although where his disability, blindness, improved the rest of his senses, my disability, Friedreich's ataxia, just messes up my whole body, although I guess my senses of taste and smell are no worse than usual.

Matt Murdock is also Catholic, although usually when he is in a church he is kicking ass. When I go to church, I get little girls complimenting me on my cute service dog.

Daredevil has really cute/hot girlfriends. I am not even going to dignify this one with a comparison.

I was reading a review of one of the latest Daredevils and found another good reason, which I certainly knew but never thought about.

When you are feeling stressed out, there is really no better cure than picking up a Daredevil comic. Because no matter how bad your life is going, Matt Murdock's is much, much worse.

Bullseye has killed two of his girlfriends, Mr. Fear drove Daredevil's wife insane. His dad was killed; his mom ran off to join a convent. The man's life is a mess, but that doesn't make me happy.

In the "Born Again" story, my favorite comic book ever, a bruised and battered Daredevil says: "I keep walking ... just because it's hard to ..." I tell that to myself so often: when I fall, when I feel sick, when my ride is late. When I just feel like there is no way I can go on, I often think of Jesus or a saint. Usually, to yell at them or plead for help. Then I think about a fictional superhero and "I keep walking ... just because it's hard to ..." Well, I don't walk, I roll, because that is the way I roll. (Get it? HEE!)