Last week, my wonderful, loving, Teddy Bear of a husband got ejected from his varsity high school girls’ softball game. He is usually very calm when discussing his differences with the umps, but the third questionable call of the afternoon wore at his patience and after loudly challenging the call, he made the mistake of bringing it up again to the ump a few minutes later. No profanity. No slurs. Just frustration.
“You’re outta here!”
Those are words no coach wants to hear. Ted was forced to watch the rest of the game from a distance and standard league procedure dictated that he not be allowed to coach the next day’s game as well. I sat with him in his truck during the 2nd game and we watched from beyond the outfield fence. He observed in frustration as his team made fielding errors and missed hitting opportunities, and went on to lose the game. And there was nothing, absolutely nothing, he could do about it.
If you’ve ever coached a team, you know that is emotional torture.
It was no comfort that the girls thought he was a hero for standing up for them. Or that everyone on campus thought it was funny that Coach Meredith got ousted from a game. Or that the head league ump watching the game sided with Ted, and scolded the ump for making a bad call.
Nope. None of those things made him feel any better as he sat and watched his team from afar.
It’s a hard lesson we’ve tried to let our kids learn in life. Sometimes you just have to suffer the consequences of your choices. Even as adults.
But you never let life’s ejections, rejections and disappointments weigh you down for too long. There’s plenty more games to be played.