You win some, you lose some.
If you’re a football fan and you were cheering on any of my three favorite teams – Pittsburgh Steelers, Kansas City Chiefs, or Seattle Seahawks – you’re on the losing side.
Over this past weekend, all three teams lost their bids for a trip to the Super Bowl. For them, it just wasn’t to be.
If you’re a good sport, you congratulate the winning teams and say better luck next year to the ones who came up short. But I truly wonder how many good sports are really out there in football fever land?
In my opinion, the sports world can get pretty ugly. Overzealous and unruly fans. Nasty trash talking. Obnoxious celebrating on and off the field when a quarterback gets sacked. People actually cheering because a particular player is injured on the field. I don’t get that kind of behavior.
I’m sorry to say I’ve witnessed that kind of ugliness years ago from parents on the sidelines of the youth sports my own kids played. And I didn’t like it then. No, cross that off, I hated that aspect of sports and I still do.
I once had a friend remark that sports brought out her evil twin and I laughed and agreed at the time that it did the same for me. But it’s true.
Whether you’re a spectator or a participant, it seems the evil twins are more evident than ever.
Losing and winning are a fact of life. But those experiences don’t have to define a life. When my favorite sports team loses, sure, I’m disappointed. But to me, it’s only a game. It’s certainly not the most important thing in the world nor will I make it so.
So I don’t get it. I don’t understand why fans actually cry when their team loses or worse, get so incredibly angry. Those responses don’t make sense to me.
I can chalk it up to this fallen world where we put everything but God on a pedestal to worship. And believe me, people do worship sports. I’ve even seen the word worship flash across the television screen during a sports commercial.
But I still don’t get it. Why do we make aspects of life that truly aren’t vital the center of our world?
Whether it be sports, or winning that millions of dollars in the Powerball lottery, or driving down the road in the newest, most expensive car, our focus seems to be askew. We hold material goods, events, or ideas in such high esteem when in the course of a lifetime, they don’t truly matter.
I’ve often heard it said that when a person is lying on his death bed, he won’t wish for more stuff or more time spent focusing on his work or acquiring great wealth or even winning a Super Bowl.
When you look back over your life, the items you thought were the most valuable don’t compare to knowing that you loved others and were loved back in return. And for me, knowing a Savior who loved me enough to die for me. That’s what I call winning at life.
So yes, I love my Steelers, but sorry guys, I don’t love you that much. Better luck next year.
“If the game of life ended tonight, would you be a winner?” ~ Bobby Richardson, New York Yankees second baseman, 1955-1966