I’m not sure I can even explain why I love football so much. I mean, I get that it’s not exactly the most peaceful sport. But spending warm afternoons or cool evenings in the stands of a football stadium watching Jesse run routes or hit practice dummies is decidedly peace-making for me.
1. Football makes me feel “at home” and I’m still sort of looking for that here in Omaha still.
2. Football reminds me that people can work together toward a common goal. Linemen are as important as wide receivers. They all need each other.
3. Football teaches discipline. Our world could use a lot more young men (and women) with this quality.
4. Football is about both the execution of well-laid plans and the ability to respond to unexpected challenges. Yeah, like life.
There’s probably a million reasons (some noble and some less so) why I love football, but I’m not really interested in analyzing them today. I’m just interested in savoring these moments on aluminum bleachers where I watch my little boy enjoy a great game. And even though I don’t think this enjoy-without-thinking attitude is the best approach for everything in life, in this case, I think it’s enough.