Now football matters and next week’s USC-Kentucky game is looming large when I never really cared that much before. Wow, what a difference a big win makes. It adds jubilant joy and more than a tinge of sheer fear. Expectations are taken up a notch, and the absolute magnitude of the event is staggering. Do I yell, do I walk away and say “I’m good. It doesn’t get any better than this so I’m not watching next week,” or perhaps, just perhaps, I get so jacked that I am willing to make a road trip to Kentucky? Hey, people, driving to Lexington ain’t nothing compared to driving all the way to Omaha, Nebraska, and I’ve done that 4 times to watch USC play.
Wait a minute – Ah, now I get a sense of the see-saw of the disciples after the news of Jesus’ resurrection. Go back to Galilee or to the ends of the world? Stay on the Mt. of Transfiguration or go down into the valley and tell everybody about the Jesus team? I don’t own a USC car flag, but somewhere somehow today I’m going to get one, and I’m going to fly it! Who knows, maybe someone has a Jesus flag, too.