Epiphany: Pricilla and basketball.

 

In a race,

   athletes compete.

   (First Corinthians 9:24)

Last night, Grammy and I watched your Baylor Bears compete on the basketball court against Kansas University. The TV camera kept showing Chip and Joanna Gains rooting like crazy for Baylor—that kept Grammy’s attention. Baylor won.

We looked for you in the stands. The gym was packed. I said, “I don’t think she is there.” Grammy said, “She is probably studying.” Which caused me to wonder again why I always choose game over study. Maybe it had something to do with growing up in a pastor’s home—a home in which movies and dancing were “worldly amusements,” and therefor forbidden. Somehow, in that home, football and basketball did not count as “worldly.”

When the Giants moved their team from New York to San Francisco, my parents took me to Seals Stadium to watch. My dad, your great grandfather, turned to me and pointed to center field and said, “Son, that’s Willy Mays.” It’s all his fault.

Much love,

Papa