Thursday, September 29, 2016

Why I Can't Play Sports

That title probably leads you to imagine it's because of my lack of talent.

And to an extent, you'd be right. What? Basketballs are supposed to go inside the basket? Striking out is not the goal of softball? Tennis balls are supposed to go back and forth between two people over a period of time?

All news to me and my uncoordinated self.

But the truth is, I can't play sports because I am way too competitive at heart. If I care even a little tiny bit, I care with my whole heart, and my blood pressure starts doing routines that would put Olympic gymnasts to shame.

It's funny, really, because I don't even understand most sports. But when I do understand, suddenly I'm an assistant coach with all the passion.

It made for an interesting night last night.

Ryan and I went to a charity game in town. A CHARITY GAME, PEOPLE. His hospital (organization at large) against the other big hospital in town. The game was raising money for the Alzheimer's foundation, and we thought it would be fun to go cheer on our friends who were playing.
It wasn't the warmest night, but we layered up and took jackets and headed to the ballpark.

We found our way to concessions for hot chocolate and cookies:
We made it as far as the National Anthem:
And then it began to rain, and that was the end of our time in the seats. Everyone rushed to the back of the stadium to stand under the roof. But the game went on, and our team rocked.

Inning after inning, we scored all the runs. At one point, we were up 17-0. SEVENTEEN TO ZERO!!!!


I screamed at the top of my lungs and jumped up and down like a crazy woman, cheering away.

It was a very good date.

Ryan hung out with his co-workers:
And we were great cheerleaders.

And then suddenly...

...the other team started scoring. A lot.

I had to engage breathing techniques, and then I had to just go stand behind a post and not look.

At the last minute, we lost by a run.

HOW DOES THIS EVEN HAPPEN!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!!?!??!?!?!?!??!

Yes, I know it was a charity game. Yes, I know the money raised happened because of runs scored, regardless of which team scored them.


I think I forgot to mention that to my face.
So in the end, we were freezing, had sore feet from standing the whole time, and we somehow went from being up 17-0 to losing by one run.

This is why I can't play sports. Or watch them. It's not that I'm too dumb to understand or that I lack all necessary skill. It's that I care too much. {Do you believe that, Ryan?}

Even so, I loved our date night out. We had a lot of good laughs, despite the madness. And it makes for a good story for the scrapbook, right??

And perhaps this is a very appropriate verse for thinking about the other team! 








8 comments:

Tamar SB said...

What a fun night (aside from the rain and losing by a run...).
I love when organizations do events like this!

Bekah said...

Tamar - It was my first time to go to a charity game like that. It really was a great thing - and the number of runs scored ended up being enough that I know they did well. But it's just that we didn't have the MOST! lol!!

Maria Rineer said...

Take your competitiveness, project it onto your child's athletic performance in a sport, know that your child WILL make it to a D1 college team on full scholarship at a MINIMUM; may make it to the pros, add a dash (or two or five) of your ego into the mix and voila- welcome to competitive youth sports. Kidding, sort of. Sports bring out to so much good and sometimes the not so good in people. I'm glad you guys had fun together and I hope the hospital raised a lot of money.

Bekah said...

Maria - I fear I would be a terrible sports parent - at least if I understood the sport. LOL!!!! I do think they raised a decent chunk of change for their cause!!

Jayla said...

The cookie looked amazing! Sorry your team lost. :(

Bekah said...

Jayla - IT WAS AMAZING. I was highly impressed. No idea where it came from, but kudos to them!!!

Odie Boggs said...

Appropriate verse LOL

Anonymous said...

oh gosh this is so funny! I think i am the opposite. I hate to see anyone lose. my whole family is super competetive (lots of coaches and players) and then me. I want everyone to be happy, not be sad, look cute in the their little uniforms (my college nephew laugh when they talk about a loss and I say "but you looked so cute out there tho!!") so I think it's hard to watch both ways! I am watching the faces and emotions and wanting every one to hug afterwards. I think it should be a rule. All hugs after game over. :)

I think we should sit together next ball game. we'd be good for each other! LOL
XOXO