I have known my husband for thirteen and a half years, and his love of the Redskins has never wavered. If you follow football at all, you will understand what a remarkable feat this is. In our entire relationship, the Redskins have never, and I mean never, been a great team.
They break his heart more often than not, yet he keeps on loving them.
The other day, he was watching a game with our son. I had a thought that my poor child was going to be stuck loving a losing team, just like his daddy. For a moment, I didn’t want this for him.
The more I thought about it, the more I realized there could be nothing better than our son, learning by his father’s example, to love a team that won’t be perfect.
We are a world of fair weather fans, and I want my son to learn to stick it out when the game isn’t pretty. I want him to know there is value in celebrating every win and value in keeping hope alive for the next time when losses occur.
There is something to be said for unconditional love. I want to live in a world that loves even when it doesn’t feel good. I’m tired of a world that says follow your heart. The heart is fickle. It is time to lead our hearts. We need to make a decision to love no matter how the game changes.
Loving when the ball has been fumbled and loving when the penalty flag is thrown takes effort, but the celebration of victory is so much sweeter when you have shared in the defeats.
I was blessed to marry a man who loves me through every up and down. I am blessed to have family and friends who love me when I fail. There is no deeper security than knowing a love that does not change.
I understand the unconditional love God has for mankind in a very practical way because I have experienced that love through his people.
We may not have the best team, but they are our team.
Hail to the Redskins. Hail victory….-or whatever the outcome may be.