Picture this…a stadium full of thousands of screaming near rabid fans. Two teams battling it out for the championship down to the final few seconds. One team has a tiny lead but the other side has the ball. Frantically the fans await the outcome of this epic duel. The coach calls a time out. The team with the ball is getting their instructions all the while one of its players is screaming for the ball. “Get it to me I’ll be open!” “They’ve been ignoring me I can do it!” “Just give me a chance!” The coach calls the play, the game continues. The play was designed for another teammate…only he didn’t score…they lose. The vocal player just stares at the scoreboard and slams the ball down.
Now maybe we all aren’t into sports, but I think we’ve all had this experience. “Why wouldn’t they just give me a chance?” That feeling of frustration/anger/disappointment at not even being given the opportunity…sucks I know. Though everyone may not be an athlete there is another area of life where this feeling is just as common…love.
Yes that wonderful, beautiful, inspiring, encouraging, depressing, frustrating, disappointing, schizophrenic, amazingly dirty 4 letter word.
Love! The ultimate game, where the winner celebrates like they're going to Disneyland EVERYDAY!
It almost sounds impossible to think that on a planet of 8 billion people that two hearts can come together and fit in perfect harmony. Through all of the shady, murky, foul waters of the dating pond that they can enjoy the pure clear flow of healthy “good love”. It almost feels more likely to win the Lotto. The only thing worse than never finding that someone, is finding that someone who doesn’t find it in you.
Oh we’ve all been there. Finding that amazing man or woman and then seeing the scrub or loser that they chose to be with! That man/woman that lies, cheats, abuses, neglects and disrespects them! We find ourselves internally screaming like that player on the sideline, “Just give me a chance!” But our shouts go unheard. Our advances ignored as the coach of life calls another player’s number…
“Why are they with them? Why do they keep going back? He/She doesn’t really love them? How many times do they need to be beaten or cheated on?” All the thoughts and “semi-haterish” ideas race through our heads as we try to understand on some level why they choose the struggle life over the opportunity for real happiness.
Here’s the thing. I’ve always believed that relationships are like a lock & key. They may look nothing alike on the outside, but the grooves on the key line up perfectly to the tumblers in the lock. They fit for what the other one needs. So when we see a potentially great person latching on to a cancer, that cancer is supplying something for them that they are looking for, healthy or not. In a lot of cases until there is some fundamental shake up the cancer becomes comfortable, and pretty much accepted. Similar to that player that’s been on the team a long time. They’re no longer producing but the team refuses to cut them.
In our perfect world all we need is that one opportunity, that one chance to shine and prove that with us we can win. The sad part and sometimes the hard pill to swallow is acknowledging that maybe this just isn’t the right team for us. We may love the city, the fans, the potential, but we’ll never win the championship here. We need to be where our talents are appreciated and celebrated, not on the bench begging for playing time.
This moment is dedicated to all of the men and women who are sitting the bench waiting for their opportunity to play for a team that doesn’t appreciate their talents. Shaq was good in Orlando, but great as a Laker. LeBron was MVP in Cleveland but won a championship in Miami. Steve Young left Tampa Bay for San Francisco, Brett Favre left Atlanta for Green Bay…sometimes we have to be willing to walk away from what “could be” good now for what “will be” great later. It’s hard, I know, but we’ll be better for it.
And if that other team never realizes what it truly needs to win…well we’re all familiar with the Oakland Raiders…
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