Today being Superbowl Sunday, I thought I’d tailor today’s post around it. If you are born and raised in Texas, the chances are rather high that you’ve been raised on American football. I don’t think there’s as much made about it outside of Texas. No matter how the Dallas Cowboys are playing, we are proud of our boys. Although we have some mighty strong opinions about their general manager and the Death Star, as the new stadium is called here. Trust me, it’s BIG. If I drive about a mile away from my house, I can see it. It’s about 7 miles away and we live 1/2 a mile from one of the more direct ways to get to it. Believe me, it’s no moon.
I grew up hearing names like Roger Staubach, Tony Dorsett, and Randy White. Tom Landry is still considered to be the best coach the Cowboys ever had, and his name is spoken with respect and reverence in places. As a little girl, I never paid attention to any football games. I didn’t like sports other than baseball. I wasn’t a tomboy but I did love baseball and climbing trees and running. In fact, I used to get mad when the school coaches made us play softball with that stupid big ball instead of the small baseball that fit my hand better. When I was in high school I really liked watching the baseball team and the tennis team. But football was never my thing, or basketball. It wasn’t until the early 90’s that I became interested in football, and by that time Dallas had also bought their very first hockey team. I became a fanatic. I watched every hockey game that came on and I loved going to games. Andy Moog, Shane Churla,Brent Gilchrist, Richard Matvichuk, Mike Modano, the Hatcher Brothers, Joe Nieuwendyk, and Todd Harvey became household names. Texas took to hockey like it was football. Darryl Sydor was my favorite player on the team, not the least because he shares the EXACT same birthday as I do, including the year. (Hence the caps on “exact”.) A few years ago I even got into basketball, although I’d rather go to a live game than watch it on tv.
I never considered myself to be a sports girl. I enjoy watching sports now but I still don’t consider myself to be into sports. I certainly understand how the games work and if I don’t, I’m not above asking questions about it. I want to know or else I wouldn’t ask. I’ve actually met several of the men I mentioned above, including some of the Dallas Cowboys from the 90’s rosters but it was more because I was just in the right place at the right time. I didn’t go out to events looking to meet people. I know names from sports like David Beckham, Venus and Serena Williams, Peyton and Eli Manning, and Juan Gonzalez, but I can’t tell you their stats nor am I overly interested in those. Yet, I can tell you what sports they play and I can recognize them when I see pictures. I mean, who doesn’t know Shaq or Larry Bird?
This is what I think is more important. Not a single one of these people or teams have gotten where they are by luck. The Broncos and Seahawks are at the Superbowl today because they have worked hard and earned their place there. Both teams deserve to be at the Superbowl, and while only one team can win, they both have won something more important. They have succeeded. Their teamwork, persistence, and pain got them to today. Both teams should be proud of this.
Hard work is something I was raised on and when I do a job, I give it my best. Whether it’s putting together a schedule, cleaning house, or simply writing a post for the blog, I put a lot of thought into it and execute a plan to make sure it’s done to my expectations, which are rather high to begin with. I’m not afraid of hard work, and most of the time, if I find a job too easy to do I sometimes have a hard time mentally completing it. It’s as if I think it’s not worth my time if it’s not challenging in a difficult way, and that simple task then becomes really hard to do. It’s just mentally hard to accept. Yet, I still do it even though I feel as if I wasted some part of myself on it.
Is this the price, then, of hard work, this feeling of inadequacy if something is too easy? Why should I feel less somehow for not doing something more difficult? Hard work is good for us. It’s required for reaching our dreams, our goals. But sometimes, I think we need to do something a little easy, a bit simple, just to remind ourselves that not only can we do it, but it’s still an accomplishment and not a wasted moment. Mr. Lombardi said it correctly about the price of success, but I think it’s important to also remember that doing something simple is necessary sometimes, too. I’ve been working hard all week with my running, exercising, taking care of my kids, and writing my posts. Yesterday I took the day off from everything but taking care of kids because I needed the rest. I needed to recharge my batteries so to speak. It was necessary, and for something as simple as resting, it was amazing how hard it was. I kept wanting to get up and go run. I kept trying to think of something to write about so I could post. I was surprised to find that I have been enjoying all these things I’ve been doing, and I missed it when I gave myself permission to rest from them.
Work hard, play hard, and then do something simple. Give yourself permission to rest, to not have to think so hard about something. It’s just as good for the soul as working hard. Now, bring on those commercials!