It’s a sad day here in New England. One of the teams we worship, the New England Patriots, came up short last night in a football game. I listened on the radio; I didn’t care for the national broadcasters. I prefer Gil Santos and Scott Zolak and I couldn’t pick up the station carrying their voices.
The New England Patriots have been coming up short ever since I started following them in 2006, the year I realized I could spend more time at Motel Four if I had a date to watch football with my father. The Patriots won the Super Bowl in 2005. Is it my fault the Patriots keep losing in the post-season? I don’t think so, because if it were my fault, it would imply I had some type of magical power that could influence events without even being present at Gillette Stadium.
I have never played football and I don’t understand any of the intricacies of the game. It’s all just a big life metaphor for me, surrounded by personalities and voices. I rely on experts to tell me the technical details. My observation of the facts and my “gut” told me that it was going to be a tough game for the Patriots, but as I listened to WEEI this week, none of the talking personalities seemed to have that same “gut” feeling. These yacking “fan boyz” know the game and they fanned the flames of victory all week. When everyone around believes in magic, it’s easy to believe in magic.
I believed in magic last night instead of my gut.
I fell asleep on the couch, listening to the game. When I woke up and checked my phone, I had two text messages from my friend SK. She understands the game much better than I do. I confessed my slumbers and lack of Patriots’ attention and she texted “not a good night in New England. They played like crap.”
Reggie Black concurred; he said “this wasn’t a very strong Pats team. I’m surprised they made it this far. Ravens are a strong defense, even if old.”
Poof…the end of the Patriots’ season.
Much of what passes as “modern life” is just sound and fury, signifying nothing. Many of the people, places, and things I worship and idolize are mere mortal people, places, and things. Sometimes, these idols of mine are people who have been immortalized by time, nostalgia, and a retelling of history. Sometimes, these idols of mine are my family and friends.
King Solomon wrote about all of this almost 3,000 years ago. He said “the sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.” (Ecclesiastes 1:5, KJV)
There is no new thing under the sun. Let’s pick our heroes and idols wisely.