This past Sunday, our youth minister got his opportunity at the big stage and gave the sermon. Which meant two things. First, the sermon would be shorter. Also, I had Third Day songs running in my head because he looks like a younger version of Mac Powell. (Yes, that's very inside. But the locals will get this one.) He started off with the question, "If you had the opportunity, would you rather watch sports or play in the game?" Without hesistation he followed up that question with this, "Wouldn't we obviously all play in the game if we had the opportunity?" He then went on with the rest of the sermon.
Unfortunately for me, I had that question stuck in my head for the next few minutes. Why did he just so easily assume that everyone would want to play? Maybe it's because he's about 23 years old and has a sweet jump shot. So sweet that he made me look like Sasha Vujacic covering Ray Allen in the NBA finals. (Although, that's not saying much. Most people do that to me.)
I love watching sports and I love playing them. But is that answer so cut and dry? Does everyone really want to play in the game? Here are some things to consider.
Getting in shape
I'm 33 years old and am in pretty good shape. But to stay in shape, I have to get up at 5:00 AM and workout or run. And guess what. I don't see many other people working out at that time. You know who else I do see working out when I'm up at that hour? When I run through the University of Alabama campus, I see several players going to the workout facility for an "offseason" workout. Did you catch that? Offseason. That's right, they aren't even playing and they working out. How many of you have the desire to do that? Cause you aren't going to bowl over Brian Urlacher with that body you've got right now.
Back seat drivers
It's so much easier to tell everyone how things should be done, rather than to do it themselves. That's why blogs are so popular. We can second guess everyone. Would you rather sit in the stands and complain that your QB doesn't look at his third option, or would you rather stare down that blitzing free safety and take the hit while executing a perfect pass? Or how would you like to block out a 6"10" 250 lb power forward so that you can get the rebound? It's so much easier to say how it should be done rather than doing it yourself.
Losing stinks!
Winning's the only reason we play right? Forget the "It's not how you play the game" stuff. Winning a championship (shout out to the 1984 Plum Orioles) is one of the sweetest things you'll ever experience. Losing just stinks. And it sure doesn't hurt near as bad when you're watching a team lose. I can get over a loss pretty quickly when my team losses. However, if I sacrificed all the time and energy and then lost, well, that takes some time to get over.
Let's face it, you're not as good as you think you are...
... otherwise, you would be playing. Most of us would rather keep the legend going. Very similar to the famous Seinfeld race episode. Don't remember that episode? Here's a recap..
George(To Jerry): Where's Lois?.
Jerry: She couldn't make it.
George: I can't believe you're really going out with a woman named Lois. (Jerry's a Superman fanatic.)
Jerry: I know finally. But George, guess who her boss is. Duncan Meyers.
George: Duncan Meyers?
Elaine: Who's he?
Jerry: Elaine, only one other person in the world knows what I am about to tell you and that's George.
(All of them sit on the couch, listening very closely.)
Jerry(Cont.): When we were in the ninth grade they had us all line up at one end of the school yard for this big race to see who was going to represent the school in this track meet.
Elaine: Uh huh.
Jerry: I was the last one on the end. George was next to me. And Mr. Bevilacqua, the gym . .
Elaine: What's that?
Jerry: Mr. Bevilacqua, the gym teacher.
Elaine: Oh, of course.
Jerry: He was down at the other end. So he yells out, "Ready, On your mark, Get set, " and I was so keyed up I just took off. By the time he said go I was ten yards ahead of everybody.
George: I looked up. I couldn't believe it.
Jerry: By the time the race was over I had won. I was shocked nobody had noticed the head start.
Elaine: Really?
Jerry: And I had won by so much a myth began to grow about my speed. Only Duncan suspected something was amiss. He's hated me ever since. Now he's back.
Elaine: Well what happened when you raced him again?
Jerry: I never did. In four years of high school I would never race anyone again. Not even to the end of the block to catch a bus. And so the legend grew. Everyone wanted me to race. They begged me. The track coach called my parents. Pleading. Telling them it was a sin to waste my God-given talent. But I answered him in the same way I answered everyone....(George extends his arm towards Jerry).....I chose not to run!!!
Elaine: So now Duncan is back?
Jerry: He's back. And I knew he would be someday. (drinks) Man, that's some tart cider!
I seriously doubt, anyone will look at me and think that I was ever an elite athlete. But I'll just let them think that. So I chose not to hit! I chose not to shoot! and I chose not to catch!