I did watch the Super Bowl last night, as much as an hour of it, some parts of the 3rd and the 4th quarter and most importantly, the surprise ending.
I have to say for me, I was not really invested in any team, except for the underdogs (Giants) to beat the superdogs (Pats). Sometimes when you watch these games you try to ascribe them to real life battles, and wonder if only the underdog succeeded just like that in real life, we would all be happy.
But one thing I came away with this time (this one and only time I was remotely invested in the game) is that, sometimes, in the umpteenth minute God answers your prayers. He just sweeps in at the very last minute and shocks you with his response. What you have to do to be deserving of one of God's miracles, I don't know. But sometimes, it happens.
How many seconds was it to the end of the game before the Giants scored their second touchdown 0.45. I had actually lost hope and stopped watching. I saw the Pats score their touchdown that put them in the lead at 2:49 and thought, oh well, game's over, Giants have lost, let's move on to something else. And to tell you the truth I am just like that in real life, if I were playing that game I wouldn't have cared enough to put in my best to outplay the remaining minutes. I would have just thrown my hands in defeat. I stopped watching the game and went to fold my laundry. I came out minutes later and the Giants had scored and before I knew it the game was over and the underdog had won.
So much of this makes you think: Don't lose faith, even if it's the umpteenth hour, you just might pull through that hairy moment, and outplay and come out victorious. You just have to keep playing and putting in your best in the final minutes. Just don't think that the game of life is lost when you haven't played it to the last minute.
I will try. I promise to try. And to hope to keep on trying.
All these life lessons from a simple football game.
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