Football and a Prayer

Indoor football is a new experience for me. The field is about a fourth the size of a regular football field, yet they play the game basically the same. At our local games, the Kansas Koyotes, if a football gets thrown into the stands, you can keep it. If it is kicked into the stands, you are asked to return it. At the game on Saturday, I took someone with me, who shall remain nameless, and she became obsessed with getting a football. Arms outstretched and waiving at the quarterbacks to throw to her, as opposed to their own wide receivers, maniacal scaling of rows of seats to try and chase down a ball, begging and pleading with lucky recipients for them to have mercy on her and give up their bounty. All for naught, but two hours of pouting. In her one-mindedness she could no longer enjoy the game. Her disappointment overshadowed any joy in the victory or thrill of an amazing play. I wonder if I am the same way...praying so hard for one particular thing, that I fail to find the joy in the moment or the other blessings lining my life.

Addictions

My day job has cracked down on internet usage. I won't go into details or even give my thoughts on the matter, but I will say this...I'm having serious withdrawals! How is one supposed to know what's going on in the world? Newspapers...what are those? And I used the phone book for the first time in years today! Talk about slowing me down. ;-) If we're trying to relive the 80s, can someone tell me now so I can buy Aquanet stock?!?