The Steelers beat the Cardinals a few hours ago in Super Bowl XLIII. It's funny. Of all the thing I learned in primary school in Nigeria, it never occurred to me learning how to convert Roman numerals would be so useful in my life. I can figure out which Super Bowl I'm watching, what year The Departed was made, and when the Boston Public Library was built, just by looking at the haphazard collection of capital letters. Compare that with Calculus, which I still have found no use for. Please don't kill me math majors, I just ended up taking more math than I needed in life.
Anyway, I love American football because it, to me, is a nice metaphor for life. It's divided into four quarters, which one can compare to the seasons of life. In the Spring one is born. In the Summer one comes into strength. In the Fall, one matures. In the Winter, well...we all wait our turn to be one of the departed.
What I also like about American Football is that how one starts the game is not necessarily an indication of how one will end the game. In some quarters, life feels like a marathon, in other quarters, a sprint. Sometimes you hit, and sometimes you get hit. We all fumble at some point. Sometimes one makes progress and gains yards, and sometimes we lose yards. God is the referee and He's always watching.
The winners are those that realizes they are part of a team, have a good set of coaches, have AND execute their game play, can be flexible when needed, plus maintain momentum, and remember the ref is the boss. Sometimes the winner last year, becomes the loser this year, or vice-versa
So, If you're in the second quarter and just fumbled the ball, no worries, you still have time to redeem yourself.
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