I like football, but my husband love, love, loves football! So, even though his beloved Dallas Cowboys didn’t make it this year, we watched the Super Bowl yesterday. Not a huge fan of either team, I found myself cheering for the Saints because it was their first appearance at the Super Bowl and I think that New Orleans as a city deserves something to really celebrate this year. Kind of campy reasoning, but that’s how I do football. Besides, there was endless analysis by the “experts” leading up to the game to provide me with all the information I might ever need to make an informed decision. It’s ironic that I find such analysis tiresome as I have a tendency to over-analyze just about everything…

Anyway, as I was listening to the sportscasters calling the game, I began to wonder what it might be like if there were such people evaluating my performance in the big game of life. (Imagination- ya gotta love it!) Would they say that I was prepared, in great shape, mentally strong? That I was a play-maker, focused, good at making decisions under pressure? A team player with a great work ethic? How about a humanitarian like those players who were honored prior to the start of the game? Do I trust my coach when he calls plays that require me to take risks?

Or would they say that I was out of shape, lazy, and ill-prepared to meet the demands of the game? Selfish, chaotic, unpredictable, late, unwilling to follow instructions or receive correction?

My hearts desire is to do life well. Some days I’m at the top of my game, other days I fall incredibly short. I don’t know how much time is left on the clock, so I’ve got to improve my conditioning, get focused, learn the playbook, and listen to my Coach.

Oh, and a really cute uniform is also important, right?