rambles on ciu sports

what the shortest hour of my life taught me.

so, i’ve been excited for today pretty much since i got here. before we were even two weeks into the semester, i had had at least five upperclassmen ask me “so are you playing for the north or for the south?” (the first time i heard this, i said “um, the south, but for what?”) and now it’s over. the laughing until i cried, crying until i laughed, powering through the early mornings and freezing cold nights, and the one teeny tiny stretch of time that we got to play the actual game for, probably add up to the best part of this whole semester.
i feel a lot like i always would after dance recitals. hours of practicing(i came home crying after most of those too), all for something that lasts just a couple hours. but somehow i loved every minute of it, and when it was over, i’d wish we could do it all again, and i’d miss everyone who was part of it within like an hour.
for the past month and a half, i’ve kept a list and added things to it each practice(or most of them anyways). i really hate some things i wrote, the earlier ones seem stupid to me now. but i’ll still put them in here, just to show how much things turned around.(can i just say how much i LOVE these off the wall ways that God gets through to me? yeah. He’s awesome.)

1. “i like your hustle” means “wow, you suck, but you still try so hard anyways.”
2. unless otherwise told, stand on mary’s left and wait for the ball to get thrown to anyone but me.
3. there’s actually more than one 1st down. look at it like this: there’s a first week of camp. then the next summer, you have another FIRST week of camp, but in between, you have a 2nd, a 3rd, and a 4th(and up to the 9th, but we’re really talking about football, not camp). so imagine, that you have a first week, then if you have a really good second week, you might not even have to do the 3rd or 4th. see, you get one, and then you have 3 chances to get another one. basically: football revolves around 1st downs. you can’t get touchdowns without em. note to self: figure out how many yards between 1st downs.
4. there are 10 yards between downs.
5. don’t ask questions. i have no purpose anyways.
6. OH. so if they don’t throw me the ball, i can hit the people trying to get through the o-line. note: find out what the point of blocking is. what happens if they get through?
7. LIGHTBULB. ok. so the d-line wants to pull mary’s flags before she throws the ball. here’s my job: mary is scott. the d-line is either a car, or just someone trying to hurt him. in real life, i’d do whatever it took to make sure nothing happened to him. so instead of whining that i don’t get to be lattimore, i need to do everything i can to protect “scott”. after mary safely gets the ball out of her hands, whoever catches it becomes the new scott, and i need to get in the way of people trying to get to that person. this must be what they mean by blocking.
8. as long as we win, it doesn’t matter how much i get to do. either way, it really is fun.

and a number 9 has slowly evolved over the course of this whole thing. besides becoming this weird but awesome kind of family, our team is a lot like the body of christ.
while it’s true that some people are more important than others, but you need everybody. if someone is missing, things just don’t work. (all of us on offense learned this just a little too well) and instead of complaining about the job we’re given, it makes everything better for everybody if you just work hard at what you’re supposed to be doing.
in pretty much exactly the same way, God gives some people bigger purposes than others. but in the end, if we do whatever He’s called us to instead of questioning Him and asking why we can’t have this other person’s gifts or position or whatever it is, we get so much more done.
plus, in the case of football, it’s so much more fun to be happy with where you are.
after all our hard work, figuring out what we were doing(i can’t have been the only one who started out clueless), getting everything right, learning how to work together, what we ended up with turned out so awesome.
and when we won tonight, and we were all done hugging each other, and we went to stand with the other team together, i realized that it wouldn’t have mattered if we had lost. i had so much fun and met all these amazing people, and learned a whole lot, so the actual game(even though it was the best part) didn’t make half as much a difference as everything leading up to it.
winning did make it even better though ;] seriously. we wanted it. we worked for it. and we got it!!!! 16-0!!!! i’m SO proud of us and i wish we could play again tomorrow. i still can’t believe it’s over.
ok, i’m crying like a baby right now. i’ll blame it on a combination of the fact that it’s 3 am(but feels like 4 with the time change and all that), i have 6 huge bruises, and i only slept an hour last night. and i guess it could be a little bit because we don’t get to be together on monday nights anymore, but the other things sound less sad.
i love yall. this was the best day ever. =]


3 thoughts on “what the shortest hour of my life taught me.

  1. So awesome that you took the time to write all that stuff down at practice progressed because you can definitely see your growth in knowledge of the game and an understanding of the importance of each position and player. (by the way, your blocks were the hardest for me to shed.) Thanks for sharing this. See you soon Linda!

  2. nice thoughts linda! i like how you compared it to the body of christ…we each have an equal part, some are more visible than others, but we need each part just as much to function as a whole. great job blocking…might not have been the most glamorous role, but without you and the o-line protecting mary she would have got sacked every play, and we couldn't have done anything.

  3. I am honored to have had the privilege to play the North-South 2010 game with you, hon. Thanks for a great game and I love the article! I never really saw it as a Body of Christ analogy and I never shall look at it differently ever again.

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