Do not rejoice when your enemy falls, and let not your heart be glad when he stumbles, lest the Lord see it and be displeased, and turn away his anger from him.” Proverbs 24:17-18
I am a Sore Loser
I love sports. There are two favorite teams of mine that I pledge my allegiance to, The Los Angeles Kings and The UCLA Bruins. My father went to UCLA, so it was an automatic for me to cheer for that school. I saw one hockey game almost 25 years ago and I was hooked. Whenever these two teams play their rivals, I want to crawl in a hole and stay there until the smoke clears. Why? I am a sore loser. I admit it.
I know how loud I scream and cheer, does not change the outcome of game. If they do not win because of a lack of effort or it is a tight game all the way through, I am fine with it. Why am I a sore loser? It is the fans that make the experience horrifying. I have seen grown men fight each other because their cheer for different teams. I have seen social media comments that would make the scum of the earth blush. I cannot believe how people can turn into their worst self. Yet, I am so guilty of it too. If my team won, I wanted to rub it in their faces. Mainly because my teams didn’t win very much and I would always get razzed at school or online for being a fan of a losing team. I wanted to quit watching sports because I couldn’t take the sentiments that people would spew. I even found websites dedicated to people hating sports for that very reason. I thought of all things in this world, why would it bother me so much? I think it musters the same feelings when you or your child had an embarrassing moment and you have to face people the next day. You just want to be left alone.
Recently UCLA got worked by their rival school. I didn’t want to go on social media because a few of the USC fans, I know, enjoy with great pleasure to tell me how great they are after their team wins. I actually prayed that I become immune to the razzing. I went on Facebook to manage my website’s page. The very first picture I saw, was a pastor’s family from my church, devoted UCLA fans. They were all dressed up in their Bruin gear. The pastor’s wife was holding their very young baby. He was crying in the picture. Her caption read, “I think my son knew what the outcome of the game was going to be. But I still love my team!” I laughed out loud and then started to cry. I cried because I thought, how silly am I to be so wrapped up in something so trivial that I have no control over. I also realized she diffused the situation. She wrote something so cute and lovely. She admitted defeat but showed it didn’t matter. Believe it or not, it healed me of being a sore loser. You can lose with grace. You still survived. You can love sports and support your team, but you put your devotion in where it matters.
We will always face someone or some force trying to embarrass us or bring our spirit down. Sometimes, we need to be humble but never squashed. But God is our refuge and our strength, we have nothing to ever fear even when we want to hide.
“Dear Heavenly Father,
Forgive me for getting so wrapped up in trivial things as wins and losses. But thank you that I can still learn a lot of things in the little things. Help me love and treat people as you would love and treat them. I pray that I be a great sport no matter the situation and be a good example. In Jesus’ Name. AMEN!”