The Big Game

When I was young, I was given a ticket to the Big Game. I quietly stuck it in my pocket, keeping it close but never using it. Several years passed, and I was reminded of that ticket by a friend. We went to the game, but I became enamored with the tailgating. I spent much time with those outside the stadium where the roars of the crowd could be heard but not a play could be seen. Finally, I became restless and ventured inside the stadium. I took out my tattered ticket and handed it over.

Once I was inside, I saw distracted friends sitting in the upper deck, but my seat was down by the field. As I took my place, I noticed everyone looking at a book. I was told it was the “playbook” and that by reading it I could know all that was happening on the field. I purchased one for myself and studied it, taking copious notes and watching the game unfold.

Suddenly, a hand was extended to me from the field, and I was invited to be a participant in the Big Game rather than a spectator. I was told I had to trust the Coach, study the playbook and take my place on the team. I accepted the offer, joined my Coach and team on the field and knew my life would never be the same again.