It sounds different coming from Dan Patrick.
Families and fans jump on the band wagon, leaving room for non-fans. New traditions start around winning teams.
Some teams make miracles happen, and we believe. This is one:
A morning phone call from Eugene before a game sounded frazzled.
My step-dad said my mom had a stroke.
I mounted up and bounced down I-5 to Springfield’s River Bend Hospital. By the time I got there they’d run tests and found no stroke, but wanted to keep her for observation.
But it was Game Day she wanted to watch from home. The clock moved closer to kick-off.
A physical therapist finally came in to make the call for home or hospital. If mom passed the physical tests, then she could leave.
Though my mom has enough health woes to fill a clinical study, she put on her game face.
Can she take her socks off? Can she stand? Can she get dressed? Get in and out of bed?
On aching knees she glided around like a ballerina. She marched straight down the hall with her walker, and back. The Oregon Ducks filled her with so much hope and promise that she jumped through every hoop to see them.
The Lesson: Young people take it for granted and older people take it to heart, but having a team to care about means engaging the community. You check the paper, watch the news. You talk to your neighbors.
Better Boomer says choose a team, buy a hat, then let them break your heart. It’s part of the game we all play.