Monday, September 17, 2012

Victory

On Sunday, October 24th, 2010 my son's football team lost in the first round of the playoffs.  My son, and eight of his teammates who have remained on this same team, haven't won a game since.

Until yesterday.
These boys have practiced over 100 times, returning to the field with their pads on in the heat of August and the chill of late October, without a win.  They are dedicated and they work hard.  They have a camaraderie some kids will never have the pleasure of knowing. 

Their coaches have volunteered hundreds of hours of their time, away from their families and rushing to practice after work.  They talk on the phone after games and before practices.  They discuss what worked, what didn't work and what they can try next time.  They deal with parental complaints and many suggestions.

They disagree.  They agree.  They disagree again.

I know how much heart the coaches put into this team because my husband is one of those coaches.   And the road to our win yesterday was a rough one, filled with hills and valleys.  I wish every parent could only know the headaches and the frustration these coaches feel trying to work through losing game after game after game.  The coaches have been together for three years, and they care about these boys.  They know how much talent is on our team, and finding the right formula has taken much trial and error. 
Last Sunday, after losing another nail biter, Hubby came home and expressed that he couldn't believe some of the kids that were crying.  He'd never seen them cry before.  Right in that huddle, after we lost another close game, these players just lost it.

My son, our Sports Fanatic, was one of those boys.  He continued to cry as he ate his ice cream, right in our kitchen.  As we talked to him, offering up yet another, "stay with it" pep talk, he looked at us with teary eyes.

"I'm just so sick of losing."

But yesterday, after almost two years, he finally felt what it feels like to win again.  As the whistle blew to end the game, many of the parents on the sidelines were leaping right along with the boys.  The mother next to me was crying.  We felt every loss just like they did.  Sometimes, I feel as though we felt it more. 

But win or lose, all these boys love the game.  They always have.

And that makes them winners every time.
Cheers to anyone who has ever fought through a losing season.  Winning is easy.  Losing takes heart.

Happy Monday!

2 comments:

  1. This post made me cry! I can so so relate!! We have been through seasons just like that!! I have five kids, 4 boys whom all play sports, my husband is a coach. My youngest and only girl is 3, ballet just started:) Basketball is our main sport, however my oldest played football 1st grade till 2 years ago in 9th grade when 2 months into the season he sustained a severe concussion. I miss him on the field so much! We had a great first year, losing 2nd and 3rd year , and winning seasons from then on, even played in national tourneys! Tell those boys to keep it up!! Yay for a much needed win!! Hope it continues!!

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    1. Hillary - thanks! You know exactly what this is like!

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