#6 – Pack Light, Journey Long


Yes, it’s Monday or most likely Tuesday because few of you stay up till 2am checking e-mail. I was in Lubbock this weekend and didn’t get back till Sunday night. Yes, I know A&M’s defense looked like swiss cheese against Tech’s offense. It really didn’t matter too much because I had a great time seeing old high school pals. My love to Ryan, Jack, and Stacie for making the weekend so enjoyable. This week is Baylor and this is the last chance for any of you to get tickets and sit on the 3rd deck of the student section. I would say the winning side, but right now I don’t have too much confidence in our team right now. Well, without any more talk about college football, I give you another edition of the incoherent ramblings of this poorly named weekly e-mail…

About 50 years ago a reporter timed a baseball game to see how much action took place over the course of nine innings. Each second the ball was either pitched or batted into play the reporter started his watching, stopping it when the ball returned to the pitcher’s glove. After a 2.5 hour game, the reporter found that there had only been 8 minutes of real baseball. But it’s not in those 8 minutes the whole game is either won or lost. Those eight minutes are the result of the preparations made during the other 2.5 hours and even days before the game. Take the Oakland A’s and Boston Red Sox game tonight. There were only a few crucial moments in the game and the rest of it seemed completely meaningless. Without Manny Ramirez’s three-run home run, Derek Lowe’s incredible relief pitching, or Pedro’s dominance over 7+ innings, the Red Sox don’t win. But without the little details like Barry Zito’s discomfort pitching from the stretch or Jason Veritek signaling for two cutter/slider from Lowe in the ninth, then the Red Sox don’t win either (You can’t control Pedro). In a way this is my life and I’d be willing to bet yours too in that so much of life seems so meaningless. My nightly homework, my daily attire, and my everyday conversations are simply insignificant except for one very important reason. In each moment in life where there isn’t any action going on, I have a chance to prepare myself when those few moments when the ball comes my way so I don’t make an error. Don’t be frustrated that you seem to be sitting in the outfield and nothing comes your way. In time something will come your way, and when it does be ready. I could elaborate for a few more pages, but I hope you get the idea. This isn’t something I came up with but heard at Breakaway a month ago. My apologies to those who were completely lost in the detailed description of the Red Sox’ game or those lost because of numerous typos that I missed. For all of you traveling to see the Texas-Oklahoma game and other places across the country, have a safe trip. Until I see you guys again…