I am not a huge sports fan. I like sports okay. I watch the occasional game here and there but I won't lie, I would rather shop or go for a run or watch a movie or even tidy up the house a bit instead of siting in front of the t.v. for multiple hours watching a game. But, I happened to catch the start of the Saints v. Falcons game the other week and I happened to see the magic that happens when Drew Brees gets the Saints pumped up for a game.
I played sports when I was in middle school and high school - basketball, volleyball and a season or two of soccer. Oh yeah, and there was that time I ran track and threw the shot-put. Seriously. I was part of a team, for sure, but I was certainly a bench warmer, fill in record keeper, go to line judge, coach confidant, and official water-getter. I never minded much that I didn't spend much time on the court. My father was always there in the stands and it never seemed to bother him that I didn't ever play. He enjoyed just being involved in that part of my life and I guess maybe he had a deeper appreciation for what it meant for me to be a member of a team. I suppose he understood the lessons I was learning about playing nicely with others and learning not to make excuses. I thank him and my coaches for always making me feel vital, even when the only thing I was doing was watching lines and gathering cups of Gatorade. Regardless of my role, when it was time for the game to start and we were in the huddle I felt like I was a part of something big. Maybe that is the reason I will always appreciate an energetic huddle...or maybe there is just something incredibly captivating about watching Drew Brees, this seemingly mild-mannered and affable guy, get seriously pumped.
Christian and James earlier tonight, post volleyball game and ASH victory where they were all very pumped:
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