Not everyone is a sports fan; but these days in America it is difficult to escape the reality, the excitement – the “agony of defeat” when it comes to sports. We are an “All Sports All-The-Time” kind of country. I admit to having a favorite baseball team that is not all that popular in the part of the country where I live. I think I recently discovered why I feel so passionately about this team and it has to do with my family – more specifically, with my father. And that got me to thinking about what Dayton Moore, General Manager of the Kansas City Royals, calls his “Number One Team“.
My Dad was a baseball fan. A New Englander by birth, he moved to New York as a young man and he and mom raised their children through our formative years about 75 miles north of the city. Dad was good friends with an avid Yankee fan. In so many ways our excitement around baseball was more about our being together, a kind of camaraderie that sports can foster … or maybe it would be more accurate to say that sports taps in to a longing to be together and to belong to something bigger than yourself.
Forget about sports for a moment (and all the pride you take in your children or grandchildren as they run around the field scoring goals!). Think about who it is that is your “Number One Team”. What I really mean is: Who should be your “Number One Team”. Who is it that, when they call, you pick up the phone no matter what you are doing at the time?
My team plays in a Wild Card Game today. It’s winner take all. And I’ll be looking later today to see how they did. But my “Number One Team” are folks of an entirely different stripe. They are headed off to work, bringing up their own children, traveling to conferences, staring new jobs, moving into new homes. Don’t forget to cheer for the team in your life that really matters – and isn’t it amazing how our love for them seems to swell when they are victorious, and grow all the more when they experience defeat?
A blessed Tuesday.