It's Just a Game
I grew up watching sports. Not on TV, I watched my dad as he played in both city and church leagues. I have many fond memories of watching him and his friends as they ran up and down the court, their shoes squeaking on the shiny wood floor, and the scent of sweat and peppermint gum. Later, I watched my sisters and brothers play in high school and college. (The athletic gene seemed to skip right over me.) From my dad, I learned to appreciate sports. I also learned how to be a very vocal supporter. Most importantly, he taught all of us about being a good sport. No matter what the result, win or lose, you congratulate you opponent. You don't throw a fit. After all, it is just a game. This week, the San Francisco 49er's lost to the New York Giants in the NFC Championship game. (I know this because I live in a house filled with males and testosterone. Not because I'm a football fan.) After the game, Kenny Williams, the wide...