Participation Trophies
Participation Trophies This weekend is the Super Bowl. And I am part of the spirited bunch of Americans celebrating football. I do not mean to give the impression that I am a football fan. I grew up with a dad and brother who were quite engaged in the game and could “talk football” for hours. I attended my share of high school football games to watch Martin in the marching band (where he marched but didn’t play his saxophone. He said it was a lot to expect to remember how to step AND what notes to play.) Then I had kids and grandkids who were marching, dancing, cheering, and playing instruments with the band for decades after that. When we married, I made three promises to Martin. I promised to cook breakfast every morning just like his mom did. Big fail. I promised always to have catsup in the house. A WIN! And I promised that if it didn’t interfere with church or family, he could always watch the Dallas Cowboys games. That one I kept but with lots of sighs and grum...
