By game time at 10 am on the day of Saturday’s northern section softball finals, it felt like 95 degrees. The small sets of bleachers were full and groups of spectators were scattered all around with their lawn chairs, many with umbrellas for shade.
Foothill came into the game 14-0 in league, having beat the day’s championship opponent three times already this season. No, we were not over-confident. My husband-coach would not let the girls fall into that trap. Hopes were high,though, for a third section title in as many years.
But it was not to be this year; we lost 2-1. There were tears on senior faces as well as congratulations from many on a league-winning season. We won league, but just couldn’t capture the section title again. After the game, I went to hug my husband-coach and look into his eyes to see how he fared after the heartbreaking loss.
“I’m fine,” he said. And I knew he was. He’s made of steel, that man of mine.
Unfortunately, I am not. Maybe it’s because I’ve lived with a competitor for 27 years and sat through hundreds of competitions, but I HATE TO LOSE. It really sucks to lose to a team we’ve shut out three times before in this season. What’s even worse is losing to a coach who lied to my husband-coach and arrogantly treated him like dirt before the game; and after, showed that he does not know how to win with class.
This is not the first time I’ve felt the frustration of losing–or of losing to an idiot. And it won’t be the last. My husband-coach still has more years of coaching in him and my kids still have some more years of playing, so there is no doubt I will feel this way again. It comes with being part of a sports-immersed family.
But you wanna know what’s really cool? As many times as we may lose in this life, in the end, as children of God, we get to win! Big time! And we get to beat the biggest idiot of all! We may feel that Satan has had way too many victories in this world, but he is going down in a tragic loss in the final showdown to the Supreme God of the universe. And there is no doubt that when that day comes, I’m gonna be be on the winning team. Are you?