Tobacco Road

For those of you outside of NC, you must know that today is a bit of a holiday in North Carolina. Tonight at 9 p.m., Duke and Carolina match up for the first time this season. They will meet again at the beginning of March.

The rivalry is so big that one attendee of our SuperBowl party Sunday night actually came wearing Carolina blue, “preparing for Wednesday night.” There is no February sports lull in the Southeast…February is when college basketball can finally take center stage, where it belongs. Oh, and there’s a little sport called NASCAR that’s beginning its season this time of year, also.

The beauty of both of these sports to me is that I have no dog in the fight, so to speak. I can sit back and watch the competition for what it is.

Over the last few months, you may have noticed that my blog has grown strangely quiet on the topic of sports. The shortage of conversation here is an inverse picture of what has been happening around the house…David and I have been talking sports a lot. But not the usual, “who will win/who’s the better team/what’s happening with my team” kind of conversation. It’s been a lot of conversation about what influences us in choosing our teams…what it shows about our character, etc. And we’ve reached a conclusion.

It is far, far, easier to watch sports for excellence in competition, character, and true greatness, when you don’t really care who wins.

I’ll give you an example. Far and away, I would rather my children imitate a man like Tony Dungy than one like Bill Belichick. But because of the arbitrary fact of where I grew up, I somehow (until this year) felt compelled to somehow defend Belichick being a slimy rule-bender. Like I heard Rodney Harrison say on Sunday, “People say I’m a dirty player. Football’s a dirty game.” Well, OK.

But I don’t like that. And I don’t agree. And now that my children are playing competitive sports, I don’t want them to think that way. I want to develop a sensitivity in them that says, “that’s not outstanding, God-honoring play.”

So when football season began this year, David and I decided to just stop talking about who we were rooting for. Instead, we asked the kids who they wanted to win.

And a funny thing happened.

They developed interest in all kinds of teams. Granted, they are young, so their “rooting” decisions mostly depended on what color the teams were wearing, or at whose field the teams were playing (we had to eventually tell them that just because you’re the home team, doesn’t mean you win. The Carolina Panthers were helpful on this point.).

There’s a poster hanging on the door to Cameron and Ben’s room right now that has the logos of many different teams. It was drawn by Cameron, and it includes NFL teams as well as at least four college teams.

I think at this point — maybe even more than last year, when their mother and father were pumping them full of Patriots and Broncos “kool-aid” — they are more ready to watch a game and say, “that was an arrogant thing to do,” even if it was something that their chosen team did. They are more ready to watch Tim Tebow and recognize his worth as someone to emulate because he wins with humility instead of the mere fact that he won the Heisman.

Even Tom Brady knows that there’s far more to life than victory in football. I just wish he knew what it was.

5 Responses to “Tobacco Road”

  1. Rebecca

    And again, I ask…when is the Keller book on parenting coming out? Seriously…sometimes I read your blog and the things you think about and your discussions with David and I think “Am I going to know to think on, discuss and decide these things?”. Parenting is so much. It’s just so much to think about. I’m hoping I’ll be up to the task. Reading your blog and others seriously helps me prepare. So thank you for being so honest and sharing your heart!


  2. ReformedMommy

    Wow. There’s some seriously good thoughts there, Kel. The first time I’ve ever second-guessed my lack of interest in sports as a good thing….And would it be fair to say that there are some serious parallels between that perspective on sports and one on politics???? Except sadly, while the stakes are much higher, it seems like all of the teams are full of bad-mouthers, dirty tricksters, and cheaters……


  3. Kelly

    Becky,For the stage of parenting that you’re about to enter, I must say that most of David’s and my conversations revolved around three things:-why is the baby crying?-why isn’t the baby sleeping?-how can we get the baby to sleep more?Little by little, issue by issue, we’ve begun to tackle bigger things. I know that we are just scratching the surface! I have the same thoughts as you when I think about parenting teenagers. But with prayerful thought and careful observation of wiser parents around us, we can walk in God’s gracious instruction and have faith that He will prepare us and provide the grace when the moment arrives.R- oh my goodness. I have no idea what to say about politics. Except the lines get very blurred when we want OUR person to win.I don’t even have a person this time around. I’m trying hard not to be cynical about everyone involved….


  4. cascadingwaters

    And: “Is it my turn to get up with the baby?!”There are certainly no perfect answers in politics (everyone is wrong about something). We have to do the best we can, prayfully.


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