Blog Guilt & the NFL Draft

The last 9 days have been pure chaos. The good kind of chaos...where life is full and dynamic and completely out of control....

Why am I sharing this with you? Because I am currently experiencing blog guilt. Its been almost 10 days since my last post......that seems kind of lame.

I feel the urge to think of something profound just to have some meaningful content.

Unfortunately, yesterday was not my most profound of days....

See yesterday I decided that I needed to relax. Low stress. I slept in a little (thank you Heather!), took my boys out for lunch, played outside with baby Meghan. Then I decided that I was going to watch the NFL draft.

Yeah, the NFL draft, they actually televise it. So at 3pm I laid down on my couch, grabbed the remote, and watched ESPN. My boys came in..."Hey dad, what are we doing?"....."We watching the NFL draft boys! It'll be great.....Sammy, can you get daddy a Diet Coke?....Isaac have a seat, we're going to bond!" They got excited. This was new, maybe this is going to be a memorable afternoon with dad after all. We started watching...

Unfamiliar with the NFL draft? Think of it as a televised, commentated, grown-up version of picking up teams in grade school recess.

There are 4 guys sitting a row (kind of like a panel discussion) They talk about who the next team is going to pick...

"I think they should pick this guy" "I think they should pick that guy" (brief video clip) "Look at who they picked last year" "He stinks" "I hope they do better" "We're funny....HA HA HA" Etc...etc...

A guy called Mel Kiper is always there, and he's the 'expert'. His hair is unbelievable, but that's another rant I guess....

Then after 10 minutes, some guy comes up and says, "The Lions pick....(insert the name of an overrated wide receiver here) " Then the panel of guys say..."That was great!" or "Just as we thought"...or "That's why the Lions stink!"

This repeats over and over again in mind-numbing fashion. (which explains the need for the Diet Coke)

As my mind numbs I flash back to Falk school in Pittsburgh......."Oh my, Jon only has 4 children left to choose from to round out his dodgeball team! We have Billy who has had 6 bloody noses this week. He has a decent arm, but does he want to take the risk of having to help clean up a potential mess? Then there's Hope, who hasn't hit someone in dodgeball in her 2 year career. Could she turn it around this afternoon? What about Lilly? She has such potential, but unfortunately will not throw at people based on her religious convictions. Maybe he'll choose Susan, who just flat out throws like a girl. Honestly, there are no good picks here..."

Meanwhile, my wife took my daughter Savita for tea. Real tea. They put on dresses, wore jewelry, and went to someplace where they have formal tea time....they left right when pick #4 in the draft was being announced. The Raiders picked running back Darren McFadden who despite having 'character concerns' has a tremendous 'upside'. Funny that's kind of how I feel about myself...

"Is this sports dad?" "Well...no...not really son" "What are they doing?" "They're picking which players they want on their teams." "Are they going to actually play today?" "Well, no...."

"Why are they talking so much?"

Meanwhile, Savita and Heather were getting a brief lesson in tea manners. The ladies at the "Tea Room" showed Savita how to fold her napkin, hold a tea cup and ask for sugar. Savita practiced her manners..."Mother, would you please pass me the sugar?"...."Thank you very much". Savita had never seen sugar cubes before. She used the tongs and asked, "Would you like one lump or two?"

Isaac brought over Connect Four. He sat on the floor next to the couch and I rolled over. He had to hand me my checkers because I couldn't reach and apparently lacked the strength to sit up. I connected seven, but he got upset when I claimed victory. He said he didn't want to play anymore. That was fine, he was blocking the TV and I missed who the Bengals picked in the ninth spot.

Heather and Savita got their tea. Savita had a light raspberry tea. Then they brought a selection of fruit, scones and other pastries. They were on one of those three-tiered serving plates. Savita had never seen one before. Nice. She sampled the ones she thought looked pretty.

"I'm hungry dad". I got a box of Cheezits and put in on the floor. Dig in, but don't get any crumbs on the floor. I quickly realize that I have NO idea who any of these players are....apparently I am not watching enough college football. I better address that next fall while we're doing this church plant.

Savita asked Heather about her adoption. "Why aren't you from India?" "Because God made us from other places, and then brought us all together" Heather recounted for Savita how God led us to adopt her....and how He picked her out, and gave her to us. She had heard the story before, but was enthralled by it again. "We're so happy that you are our daughter!"

"Dad, why are we watching this?" (sammy) "Dad, this is horrible! just horrible!" (Isaac with a dramatic flair) "Can we go outside?" The Lions pick Gosder Cherilus. What on earth is a Gosder Cherilus? He must be a foreign player. Oh wait, they don't play this sport anywhere else. I drift off into a semi-conscious state....I dream of the Lions coaching staff...

"Look guys, we haven't drafted anyone good since the 1980's, let's just try not to embarass ourselves! What do you think we should do?" (football executive)

"Well, I was watching ESPN2 the other night and they had this show with large men who could lift REALLY heavy stuff. It was called "World's Strongest Man"....this is a little outside the box, but what if we got some of THOSE guys. I saw one guy...he was from Croatia....Gosder something?" (Matt Millen - Destroyer of the Lions)

"Yeah, we could change our ad campaign...forget "Restore the Roar"...its "The WORLD'S STRONGEST FOOTBALL TEAM!" (PR guy)

"DAD!!! WE WANT TO GO OUTSIDE!!!" "Oh yeah, ok, but don't hurt each other and don't yell" I get up and open the blinds to make sure I can see them without moving from the couch.....always going the extra mile....

As Savita and Heather travel home, Savita is on cloud nine. She twirls in the parking lot. They chat in the car. As they arrive home she turns to Heather and says, "Mom, sometimes I forget what we do during girl time, but I'm never going to forget today"

Minutes later and Savita rushes in...."Guess what WE did"....apparently that was a rhetorical question......after about 5 minutes of hearing about tea, Heather turned to Sammy..."How was your time buddy?"

"Well mom, it wasn't the best day. It was ok, but there were a lot of fun things that we didn't do. Tomorrow maybe will be better...."

I was online last week and took one of those how long are you going to live tests. It said that I should live until the age of 78. I just turned 37, so I have 41 years left (Lord willing) That's only 14,965 days left.

I just burned one.