It's no secret how important football is to me. All levels, all teams... it doesn't matter. I just love the game. I'm always a little sad on Superbowl Sunday. It's the last official "football" event of the season. The high school season starts slowly in June. From then on, the activity grows and so does the anticipation. The college and high school games begin in late August... and that's when the fun really begins.
But between most of February through May... we are football-less. Sometimes it feels like Lent.
A few days ago I read an article where the author (writing about football) stated that "sport is one of God's tender mercies."* Of course that caught my attention so I had to read it. Certainly, God's tender mercies are filled with amazing grace.
Most people who love football have never played a down themselves. Most of us will never know the feeling of playing the game, but we imagine how it must feel to play and that just might be better than the real thing.
The true gift of football is the escape from reality. Those who were talented enough to play (at any level) get to reminisce about their glory days... and for the rest of us our imaginations take us away to the concepts of teamwork, strategy, execution and success. Four quarters of purpose and four downs of opportunity. What's not to love?