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JAMIE’S BLOG – YEAR 8 – DAY 35 :: win and lose

4 Feb
{next year}

It’s always hard to lose. And that’s the hardest part of sports, sporting or being a sports fan. Someone always loses. “There’s always next year,” was coined for a night like this.

And yet, on the other side, there is a winner. A first-time victory and the joy of bringing home a trophy. History in the record books. So many elated sports fans. The first taste of victory.

It’s the light and the dark. The sun and the shade. One needs the other to exist. For that contrast.

Tonight I felt that contrast as my heart beat so fast inside of me I could barely breathe. I so wanted the Patriots to win. Not because the team has been there before. Not because it was Tom Brady, the GOAT in the game. Not because I have watch him play since his days at Michigan or because we spent most of our adult life in Boston. It was because Justin was at the game.

I just wanted them to win so that he could see it. Experience it. Take it all in.

Of course, this is where you say, “Oh, it’s just a game.” And it is. But it’s making me think about JOY — and what it takes to feel joyful — do we need the low to understand the high? Does the winner need the loser to feel victory? 

The answer is most likely, yes, in both instances.

And yet, it sucks to lose. In the whatever game you play. Always. But the point may be to find joy in the game. To honor the ability to play. Or to just be there. Win or lose.

Congratulations Philly – may you enjoy every moment of this joyous occasion.
And… for the rest of us…there’s always next year 😉

More tomorrow…

Lovemore,
Jamie

{joy}
#lovemore

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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 18 :: pats-tastic bliss

18 Jan
So….. that was a day full of football. And some serious bliss (and panic) inducing games, especially if you are a Seahawks fan. Over here we are in Patriot bliss! That game was Pats-tastic! Holy Patrimony!

Ironically we are Patriots fans living in Seahawks territory who happen to be related to some serious “Hawks” fans. (Every time they talk about the 12th man I think they are referring to Tom Brady.)

Tonight, when we shared both of our teams victory over the phone, Justin tried to get his little niece to say “Go Pats!” and he promised that he would say, “Go Hawks!”  Being a young Seahawks fan and a smart little cookie her response was, “You go first.”

As Vince Lombardi said, “People who work together will win.”

So bring on this family splitting Superbowl Sunday. At least we have a few weeks to prepare, and tease, and root on Number 12 …. Tom Brady that is!

Go Pats. 

More tomorrow. 
Lovemore,
Jamie

 {what team brings you bliss?}

BLOG – GIFT DAY 257 :: what team do you root for?

16 Sep

I am still learning where I am in this world. 
Namely, the west coast.


Here are a few new things I have learned since going back WESTWARD.

In two words:  Russell. Wilson.
After I learned more about this west coast household name I made the mistake of saying, “So he’s like the west coast version of Tom Brady?”

Note: It is not considered proper etiquette to compare east coast celebrity quarterbacks to west coast ones. You can thank me later.

The second thing I have learned: Football is like BRUNCH time over here. No 1AM overtime huddles on this side of the country. It starts EARLY… like before noon.

And finally, when it comes to the west coast, there are no New England Patriots games or Red Sox highlights. I did however find a hookup online at ESPN website last week.

We were able to catch the final moments of the real Tom Brady.
You know, the east coast version of Russell Wilson.

One thing is for sure, east or west, it’s football season across the country.

What team do you root for?

More tomorrow.
Lovemore {fearless}
Jamie

{what team do you root for?}

Day 198: GOOOOAL!

17 Jul

I am an ex-athlete, not of Olympic status or State Champion prominence but, I’ve played a few games in my time. I even coached summer camp at UConn back in the Rebecca Lobo days (Oops! Did you see me drop that name, this is what ex-athletes who never made it do).

I’ve played enough to know what it feels like to win and to lose.

While watching the Fifa Women’s World Cup today a few things occurred to me:

20 years ago I watched a girl named Jami (not me) play soccer on Justin’s high school team. She played on the boy’s soccer team not because she was one tough cookie — she was — but because my high school didn’t have a team for girls. (Shocking, I know.)

12 years ago I watched a girl named Mia and Brandi and Julie dominate the World Cup for the United States. One of these girls even took her shirt off in excitement and sported her sports bra with sheer triumph … I bet you can picture it in your head right now.

8 hours ago I watched the U.S. Women’s team lose to Japan in a heartbreaking penalty kick shootout.

All I could think about was how it felt like a win — not a loss.

Back in 1999: I felt it was my duty (as a recently minted women’s studies major with a focus in women’s sports) to educate the world on the value of women and girls playing sports. Well, at the very least educate all the men I knew.

Today:  I was surrounded by families with their grown daughters, women with their friends, and the hallmark of it all, men drinking beer, all rapt watching women play soccer on television.

Back in 1999:  It felt like the world was discovering the thrill of women’s soccer.

Today: It felt like the world was remembering women’s soccer:  Remember when Brandi took her shirt off? Remember when Mia was a household name? Remember when Julie was playing on the field not commentating on the sidelines?

I thought a lot about Discovering vs. Remembering today.
It’s a great thing to discover, to lead, to break-through.
But it’s also a great joy to remember, to recall the good old days, the players of the past, when they were there, when we were young.

They both have their place in our lives and in history.
Just as I know right now I am in the discovery stage with this little promise of mine to take care of my head, heart, body & soul.  Some day, like 167 days from now, I will look back and remember, recall, rejoice.

Because there will be time and perspective.
A recipe for reflection.

So, you see, I don’t view it as a loss for our U.S. team (of course it still stings and it downright sucks).

Instead, I see it as a win. 

We’ve made it to the other side.
The side where we have good old days and we have heroes from the past, who are women — and athletes.

And more than anything I know, there will be another game, another day, another chance. For women everywhere.

And to that I scream from the rafters:  GOOOOAL!

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