Sports have been an important part of my life. I played sports in junior high and high school. Our kids have played on recreational, competitive, and school teams. And our family enjoys watching sporting events.
One of my favorite memories as a teenager has to do with sports. It happened in the 1,600 meter relay at the single-A New Mexico State Track Meet in 1985. The track meet was hours off-schedule by the start of the 1,600 meter relay, the final race at the met. It was so late that many competitors and fans had already left. The rest of our track team had disappeared to find a late dinner in a nearby restaurant. But our four-man relay team remained. We had worked all year for this race. Perfecting our handoffs. Decreasing our individual times. This race would be the culmination of countless hours of training. In fact, it was the culmination of the last two years that our team had trained together.
The starting gun finally sounded, and the four of us ran with all we had. When the finish line was crossed, we took second place—barely beaten by the one team that had barely beaten us in every track meet that year. We consoled ourselves with second place, and began taking our spikes off. Then, an official approached us.Read More »Monday Morning Faith: Becoming a Monday Morning Quarterback (1 Cor. 9:24-27) Chris Altrock – 10/19/14