Tonight we spent the evening with one of my best friends in the entire world, Pastor KJ.
No, we weren’t discussing great new plot twists for me. Or new sermon points for him. We were watching the Super Bowl. Why is this important to you, my dear blog readers? To understand this, you must know that KJ, while he is the nicest man you will ever meet… the most humble, loyal, amazing person… is a die-hard steelers fan. He has the Steelers coat, hat, blanket, “Terrible Towel”, cup, plate… and probably underwear, but I didn’t ask about that. We shouted, whoop’d and holler’d. We made a general spectacle of ourselves, all while stuffing sandwiches and chips into our faces.
While I am not a big sports fan, I was happy to lend all of the support that I could to KJ’s cause. But did all of that effort change anything? Did our vigilant cheering from Oklahoma change any single outcome in Arlington, Texas? No. Not in the slightest. But then again, that wasn’t the point, was it?
Bonds were shared, and the Human element of our hearts were encouraged by the presence of each other. As much as I’m a quiet man, he’s a social person, relishing in the connections of others. I needed that friendship as much as he needed someone to root for his Steelers. Needless to say, it was a fun time, but in the end (much to KJ’s disappointment) the Steelers were unable to pull it off. But we thoroughly enjoyed every second of it.
Maybe next year, my friend. If you’ll still have us back.