Between The Uprights
Thursday, June 23, 2011 at 09:00AM I have started this post countless times in the last month, and I have walked away from it every single time. Other times I have thought of just banging it out, as usual, and hitting "Publish." Relief. I've said it.
But this post is way too dangerous for my impulsive hand. I wonder why I, of all people, am feeling so strongly lead to write it. (I'm the last one who should, and the very worst of the worst when it comes to this topic.
But as I've said, cross my heart and hope to survive this...I cry "uncle." It's time to speak my heart and mind. I am praying as I write this.
Sometime during last football season I posted something silly about Walmart needing to stock up on toilet paper for the latest Auburn win. Pretty innocuous, I thought. Maybe a little funny. But I didn't mean any harm, I told myself. Most of my Auburn friends good naturedly "liked" this post; possibly not realizing it was a "dig," or, more likely, seeing it for what it was, and forgiving me for it. Tit for tat, as they say. Because it called for forgiveness. The ugly truth is, I meant it as a dig. "Look on my Wall!" I told my sister laughing, over the phone. "I can't believe I said that!!" And on and on it went. A big laugh. Until the comments began. And then it wasn't funny anymore.
I no more need to tell you that I'm an Alabama fan than an alcoholic really needs to stand up in the meetings and proclaim that he's an addict. My entire life is a bill board advertising this fact, as though it's something to be proud of; a personal accomplishment. Vanity plate, car stickers...ring tone. All of this and more screaming that I support this great team, therefore I am great; a winner. Or I am a loser. I choked. My personal worth rises or falls depending on the score board, whichever way it reads. Looking back, when I was at my very worst, I realize that I have actually felt that way at times, heaven help me.
I am not a "good" Alabama fan, or "one of the best" or any of those honorable things my Auburn friends have called and believe me to be. I am, (or praise God WAS)-- a fraud in the biggest sense of the word. Because until this past year, when I felt God speaking to my heart...that still, small Voice...I loved Alabama football more than a whole lot of things that should come before it. Even God, sometimes, I imagine. I once thought I was doing a great thing when I resisted the urge to actually stay home, rather than enter into His house on Sunday morning after a loss.
Pray for me, if you just read that one twice. It was unspeakably difficult to write.
2009 was a banner year for Alabama football, and I was tuned in. Every play, every game, my signature shriek echoing off the basement room walls. I watched our players turn from boys into men, rising up from near defeat at times to total domination at others. Champions. I cried when Mark Ingram held the crystal prize above his head to a back drop of confetti and fireworks, and I remember telling my son who was 12 at the time that he was watching history take place. I had hoped that he would always remember that moment and I still hope that he will. But in a very different way than I had thought at the time.
Watching the games on our basement TV was really my only connection to the season. We had made the trip to Atlanta, and my sister and I had gone together to the Auburn game courtesy of my generous husband, who was very glad to let me go. Without getting ahead of myself I will tell you that he is the real "good" Bama fan in this house. Other than Face Book, or texting back and forth with Bama friends and family, I couldn't completely share this win with anyone, or even enjoy it. James, being the type fan he is, only tolerated my fanaticism. He did not share it. We don't have season tickets as it would not be feasible to expect that with our schedules, (which literally change with the weather), that we could attend more than a handful of games per year. And so, I would wave my crimson and white shakers from my 50 yard line seat on the basement couch, or sometimes the floor, believing I was actually helping to push the ball through the white line on 3rd down and goal.
I have no memory of James when he was not on the radio, or the television. For a time, he was even part owner of two radio stations in Marengo County. After 30 years, I understand it a little. It's a business. It isn't particularly glamorous. You have to love it. And you have to be pretty tough to take it. Words, judgments, when they are harsh and so unfair, shake me to my very core. Words can heal, encourage, even save. I love words. They matter. I love the sound of poetry, or the way the lyrics fit so beautifully with the music in a hymn. And I love talk radio. Most of the time. I like to hear what people think, and how they say it. Even the Paul Finebaum show still holds some fascination for me, although I will never feel the same way about it again, if indeed, I ever really had more than a passing interest in it that one season. I wanted to hear what people--anyone--was saying about my beloved Crimson Tide. It had been way too long since we had been in the winner's circle. It was thrilling.
I remember turning it on as usual, half listening, half busying myself with some mundane chore in my kitchen, when I began to realize just what, or, more specifically, who, the conversation was about that day. Like a 5 car pile up on the interstate, or the bloody lead story on the 6:00 news...you don't want to look; you don't want to hear. But something draws you to listen, anyway, when you would like to turn and run. Venom, hatred, character assassination. The things that one would say about the worst in our society. The kinds of things only the worst people in our society would say. But these weren't the worst people in society. They were just ordinary football loving Alabama fans. And they weren't talking about a criminal or a felon. They were talking about my husband.
I wanted to scream into the radio that they were wrong. Yes, there was a threat of severe weather during the National Championship game. No, he was not going to interrupt programming (even to save their lives, if necessary.) The TV station was buying time on another channel. They were wrong about this. They were just. Wrong. But of course, this wasn't about James. It was about fear. This God they worshipped was being threatened.
I remember standing in a circle of my friends and crying to them about this. They tried to understand; to comfort. To remind me of what I knew. These people were not worthy of my tears. (Paul Finebaum, their leader, and most vocal, certainly was not.) God bless my friends for trying to understand. I hope that they will forgive me for not believing that they did. My friends and I can share childbirth stories, cancer stories, the saddest days of our life stories. But not one of them can relate to their husband being publicly and unfairly persecuted in front of thousands of people. Yes, I continued to turn the radio on that week. I wanted to hear all about the goings on in California, preparing for the National Championship. I wanted to be a part of all the excitement. But like a bull who continues to run itself into an electric fence, I was hit every time and knocked reeling. It never stopped. Lord, Your Word says to rejoice in this. It was so very hard. But I tried.
The truth, of course, is that my husband is not on an "ego trip", or enjoys seeing himself of TV, or any of those things, and more, that he has been accused of. Next to being a godly husband and father, he aspires to be, more than anything, all that God has called him to be. Sharing his faith. His life a witness. Giving his best--100% every single day to this wonderful job and gift that God has given him. Regardless of what it takes. Matthew 6:33 is and has always been his favorite verse and the one he quotes most often. "But seek first His kingdom and righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well." Or in James' words, " You do what I've called You to do, and I've got your back. I'll take care of your problems." James is doing what God has called him to do. And God has blessed us in the good times, and carried us through the bad times, without fail.
It was a sad, and rather bizarre twist the very next year (after Alabama's championship) as Auburn ran the table to take the title, a very sick Mike Raita wanted to quit his sportscasting job because of the constant abuse he received. He had merely reported the news about Cam Newton, and this made him fodder for ridicule and unbelievably cruel hate mail. He has been in this business for many years, and nothing came close to the abuse he received. He was just trying to fight the cancer, he had told James, and didn't know how much more he could take. Mike Raita is one of the kindest and best people we know. It broke our hearts.
I have seen friendships that have lasted for years end over this. Christians--in church--acting like complete idiots and provoking each other into angry words and hurt feelings. I have seen postings on Facebook (like mine) start an all out war of name calling and insults. People I knew and respected--highly educated and accomplished-- acting as though they didn't have the sense the good Lord gave a goat. I have had my heart broken into ten million tiny pieces when someone very close to me thought me hippocritical for congratulating Auburn and pulling for them in their SEC game and beyond. It took me longer than it should have to realize that this hurt was not that she would think these things, but more because I had been so awful--such a rabid Alabama fan for as long as she could remember, that she simply couldn't imagine my being anything else. It was a little like ice water in the face, but helped to put some clarity to the situation. I am thankful for that.
Maybe there really is a little bit of good that came of the tornadoes, just as His word tells us. I do see His hand in this; working even this horrible tragedy for good. I see amazing people work until the sweat pours and their backs ache, in the most horrible of conditions... just to help the town of their greatest rival. I have seen perfect strangers offering a bottle of water or a shoulder to cry on. Or both. I have felt the power of God move in ways I have never witnessed before in my life. I have seen selflessness. The type of love that means something; is stronger than the love or devotion to any team or side. It's the kind that lasts, and the only kind that really matters. Your kind, Lord.
All of this, and for years leading up to it, has changed me. I see it differently now. You can't separate the Auburn and Alabama thing from the loving your neighbor thing. It's as simple as that.
I have never understood why Auburn fans hang toilet paper on trees and call it celebration. I don't understand why Alabama fans can sing "Rammer Jammer" when we not only did not beat the H--- out of someone, we barely squeaked by with a win at all. But I know that I can laugh at all of that, and enjoy it, as it was meant to be. And I can say Roll Tide AND War Eagle, and truly mean it. Because His Word tells us to bear each other's burdens. And to rejoice with those who rejoice. In Alabama, winning or losing will mean one or the other. We do take our football seriously down here, to be sure.
It isn't just a game to us. It's a whole lot more.
Reader Comments (10)
Thank you, thank you, and thank you again, for putting football, specifically the Iron Bowl into perspective. As a minister living a few miles north of T-town, I see in Christians the duplicity or should I say hypocrisy you describe. Thank you for reminding us that the second greatest command (Matt 22:36-40) of loving your neighbor as yourself applies to football rivalries as well.
A couple of more things before I go. Not only am I a fan of the Tide, but am a thankful for James and all he does for weather coverage in our area, and have empathy for him, Mike, and all the local news media who can never make everyone happy.
Now that's what I call "shut-up" juice. You put the whole, ridiculous, "sickness" in perspective. Kudos. Before my husband retired after 30+ years of public service, I too, had to sit back and be force fed other people's opinions and accusations. Little could I say to affect a change in someone's shallow, narcissistic opinion....but I felt at times, I had to challenge their rhetoric and venom. In Matthew 7:1, Jesus himself, states...."Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you." I wonder how many people who spout their opinions could withstand those very words being stated, publicly, about themselves. Perhaps it's because that kind of "reporting" makes more money. Perhaps it's a means to engage the general public. I can't begin to fathom why anyone would INTENTIONALLY slam, slur, malign, anyone and look in the mirror and see themselves as perfect. Best of luck to ALL teams. It is just a sport/game; meant for entertainment. Go Braves!
beautiful post!
So well spoken from your heart......Thanks for this.
Fantastic post that is right on! Thanks to WO4W for sharing this with us. And I will surely share it with others. I've always seen the rivalry as good fun, that would melt away, such as when Tide fans rallied to support Toomers, and when Tiger fans helped support Tuscaloosa after the tornado. I try to be supportive of both teams and root for Auburn when they are playing anyone but Alabama.
And, God bless James for all the criticism he takes. I even watch his replies on Twitter and constantly think "How can he be so nice when they ask some of the craziest questions?" Most people wouldn't take the time like he does. He truly is a Godly man. And, thank him from this constant watcher of ABC3340 weather for keeping everyone as safe as possible.
Mike W.
This is a wonderful post! I'm so glad your husband put a link to it on FB. I'm especially glad for the sanctifying work Christ has done in your heart through all this. To God be the glory!
Wonderful post and very well put...first and foremost it is only a game and I am a die hard Bama fan but I pull for Auburn when its not against the Tide. I think its wonderful that we have 2 plus awesome college teams in our state. We all should remember to put God first always. Without him we are nothing. If you are a christian you should behave as one not only at church but everywhere else. As for your husband I have been a follower of his for a long time. If it comes to football or whatever if the weather is bad and he comes on (which I would expect) I will be tuned in. The life of family and friends is far more important. He would not be on if he wasn't concerned. Please tell him alot of fans appreciate him for his dedication to keep us informed on this unpredictable weather we have in our state. A Christian, fan of the Tide and James Spann...
Thanks for your insight. I told many people last season that it was all fun unless someone got hurt either emotionally, or physically. I think many people forget that even though someone may be for another team, they are still due customary respect as a human being. When it comes to the weather, James is the best, and his information saves lives which is more important than any game that may be taking place. People should not blame the messenger, but should be concerned about the message. After the April storms I trust many people will be more understanding about the necessity of knowing what is going on with critical events even during the key times people wish to watch their programs.
Thank you all so much for your kind and encouraging words! This topic was a little scary to address, and your thoughts mean so much to me! :-) God bless you all.
I AGREE WITH ALL YOUR COMMENTS, MRS. SPANN. YOU ARE RIGHT ON TARGET AND SIN IS MISSING THE TARGET.
BUT I HAVE A QUESTION FOR NICK SABAN, AND HIS STAFF, THEY WERE OFFERED A VIEWING OF
THE MOVIE " COURAGOUS".
THE MOVIE HAS BEEN VIEWED BY THE AUBURN TEAM AND
ALSO THE GEORGIA BULLDOGS FOR PRIVATE SCREENIING, AND MORE ....
BUT OUR ALABAMA CRIMSOM TIDE TEAM HAS NOT ACCEPTED THE OFFER YET,
I HOPE THEY ARE NOT TO BUSY TO TAKE THIS OPPORTUNITY TO HEAR A MESSAGE
ABOUT MEN AND THEIR PLACE AS THE SPIRITUAL HEAD OF THEIR FAMILIES...
I DO UNDERSTAND THE DAMAGES OF THE TORNADOS REQUIRE A LOT OF TIME AND EFFORT
AND I SEE THE SABANS WORKING HARD TO HELP IN ALL AREAS TO REBUILD TUSCALOOSA.
PLEASE GOD SHOW THE ALABAMA FOOTBALL TEAM AND LEADERS A WAY TO VIEW THIS MOVIE,
IT OPENS IN MOVIE THEARTERS THE END OF SEPT. 2011
MAY GOD BLESS YOU