Being the Best at Something

I spend a lot of time watching sports. It's a flaw I freely admit and adamantly refuse to do anything about (as long as it doesn't interfere with life in general).

That said, I spend a good deal of time watching men and women who are considered to be the best in their profession. Basketball players, golfers, tennis players are all individuals who spend their lifetimes attempting to be the very best at what they do. Pages in magazines and hours on television are dedicated to the stories of how they struggled to become what they are today.

I'm long past seriously dreaming of becoming a professional athlete (though I've not totally given up on the Champions Tour just yet...I've got about 20 years or so left to learn how to hit a 4 iron...). I've even tempered my daydreams of being discovered on the Waco Civic Theatre stage. I know that I'll never gain world wide notoriety as a teacher and principal.

So that means just one thing. I'm going to have to become a world class Dad and Husband. Jill and Zeke deserve at least that much. If I was once willing to make sacrifices to play a sport, surely I can do the same to support my wife and prepare my child for his future.

That's it. I may never recover my formerly flat abdominal region (though some progress in that area would be welcome...), I may never be better than a low 90's golfer (I'd love to break 80 some day...), I'll never come close to dunking a basketball (unless Mitch drops the goal back down to 9 feet in the FAC and I have a REALLY good day), so I'm dedicating myself to one of the most extreme sports of all. Raising a family.

I think I can hang with Tiger...