Something insightful to my life hit me today, Tuesday April 5th, also my mom’s birthday. Well let me preface this by saying I forgot to fill out a bracket in time to submit it to the plethora of CBS sports groups. My lack of a March Madness bracket had more to do with being busy and forgetting than a conscious choice.
So last night I was getting ready for bed early, because we had started a new work out plan that was going to be starting right before 6AM, ouch. I had looked at my espn sports app yesterday, so I knew that the college basketball championship was later Monday evening. I also love watching basketball and watch the championship every year, but I’ve been busy the past few weeks and continue to be busy here at the Academy as I work to finish some year long projects.
This morning I was working in the conference center on the property and one of the woman staff members was talking about who won the game last night, and I realized I hadn’t even checked who won! That was very surprising to me how I hadn’t cared at all who won, when, most times I’ll at least check to see who won in the morning after a big game.
As I thought about this, a pattern began to emerge from under the surface, much below, and it told the story of my sports affinities. I’ve found that when I don’t care as much about sports, it coincides rather directly a great condition of my spirit. And when I find myself highly anticipating, looking forward to and arranging my life around sporting events, then I tend to be off spiritually. I don’t think it is sports fault, but something in me that is looking for something at those times when I come to sports. It is quite bizarre and not that bizarre. Sports offer a type of entertainment that doesn't diminish depending on my condition. I could have the worst day of my life. I could be absolutely unmotivated and not inspired at all, but sports remain great. So if I’m struggling to find any contentment with my relationship with God, then sports offer a great alternative. Something to get excited about, something to cheer for, something to place my hopes in. I don’t want to discount sports, because I love watching them and going to events. I was at the Sunday game between the Phillies and Astros in Philly where Oswalt, a former Astro manhandled his former team… But it was still an incredible experience. I ran down Sepulvada Boulevard in Los Angeles with my shirt off yelling when Vince Young and the Longhorns won the National Title in 2005. But there is something off in the way I approach and look to sports at times where I’m struggling personally.
I was encouraged by my apathy towards the college basketball national championship. I don't know if others have found this pattern, but I’ve found it in myself and hope my appreciation for sports continues without any kind of reliance.
