Times like these are somewhat surreal. The win really didn’t start to sink in until I talked to my brother, Scott (which is the case with most big Giants/Yankees/Michigan wins). And now as I write this the morning after, I’m still in a daze.
I was reflecting on this monumental win this morning as I was getting ready. Sometimes it seems silly to invest so much time, passion, and energy to “just a game.” I have occasionally questioned my level of emotional attachment to sports teams, thought I was caring a little too much, and wondered why it was such an influential part of my life. In the grand scheme of things, what’s the big deal about a silly game with a pigskin and huge men trying to knock the living daylights out of each other? But the more I think about it, the more I realize that there is something valid and even important about attaching yourself to a team or even a “cause” and identifying as a fan/supporter.
Something in human nature longs to identify with something bigger than oneself. The highest “cause” one can aspire to identify with is the kingdom of God – being adopted as a son of God. A sports team might not be the most prestigious or most honorable of causes, but it is a valid one when it is in perspective. I identify first and foremost as a child of God, and then as a husband/son/brother, and then other identities follow. Being a New York Giants, New York Yankees, and Michigan Wolverines fan are definitely important aspects of my life , but they are secondary to my other identities.
That said, I am very proud to be a New York Giants fan, and am still in an ecstatic daze.
PS. I love Michael Strahan’s face in the above picture.
PPS. Tiki “I’m a hater” Barber had to wake up and feel thissmall this morning.