Perhaps a bit to my Sweetie’s regret, I’m having a little trouble making the hand-off of our handsome Golf League Trophy.
Handsome hardware, ain’t it?
Regular readers may recall that my teammates and I secured the Championship Hardware in a rain-soaked day of matches a few months back.
One of the perks of winning: Each member of the team gets a shot at taking personal possession of the Trophy for a 7-day period during the off-season – a time which he can then put to good use…by giving everyone in his circle a chance to get up-close-and-personal with the gleaming Cup.
And in my case, I do mean everyone: The morning kaffeeklatsch, two different weekly prayer groups, the grandsons, my mother, my brothers, my adult children…the list goes on and on.
Most have borne my bout of immodesty with good-natured grace. (My mother even said with a smile, “You’re just like your father: Every time he won a skin, I’d hear about it for two weeks!”)
Not unreasonably, most in my circle are also ready for “Trophy Week” to end. Which is to say: While I may think the Cup makes a wonderful addition to our home décor…Gerri definitely believes the time has come for it to move on.
Alas: I’m now into “Day 2” of OT.
Unable to make connections with the teammate who’s next in line to #humblebrag with family and friends, the Trophy remains in my boastful little hands. (There’s an excellent chance, in fact, that I’ll be able to use it as the serving dish for my legendary Super Bowl Guacamole on Day 3 of OT.)
None of which is particularly good for my spiritual well-being, I’ve noticed. Sure, all the world may grasp after trophies, fame and championships, but God’s attention tends to be focused elsewhere, says the Psalmist:
Praise the Lord, who heals the brokenhearted.
Great is our Lord and mighty in power;
to his wisdom there is no limit.
The LORD sustains the lowly;
the wicked [and boastful?] he casts to the ground.
So maybe one important take-away from my OT period is this: The real winners in life…are those who recognize that our ultimate victory is in Christ.
An elegant serving dish for Super Bowl Sunday…
Sure, it’s been fun. But it’s definitely time to move on.
Let us pause now…to recall that we are in the presence of the Holy & Merciful One.
IHS
With Us Still 
Enjoy every minute and more brother!
Thanks, Paddy. Clearly, you are a man after my own heart!
Great Stuff. You had fun writing this one!!
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I did, indeed, my friend!
Love it as guacamole dip holder for super bowl !
May you remain humble. 🙏 go Chiefs
Believe me, Mary…with a golf swing like mine, it’s easy to remain humble 😇…
When you speak of the Lord, you mean our Lord, not Lord Stanley and his cup!
Congrats to you and your Teammates.
Nice catch…
You are correct, sir!
I’ll save you a sip from the cup!
I see nothing wrong with your love for the cup! Enjoy and congratulations!
Thanks, my friend!
Congrats again, John!
Pics of the guac in the cup, please.
Tom
😁😎
I think a child car seat would have been more appropriate for its transportation. With that being said, you and your team earned a well deserved honor…
Thanks, Art. And I can report that — with or without the car seat — the Cup has now made its way to Mike DiFranco, as the Tour of Champions continues!