Things can only get better?

I was thinking today about the past weekend. As some of you know, I am a New York Yankee fan as well as a Dallas Cowboy fan. If any of you out there are with me, you know how this past weekend was from a fans point of view.

Not only did the Yankees lose the first 2 games of a 7 game series, they also lost the teams heart, Derek Jeter...aka the Captain. Combine this with the fact that we have millions of dollars worth of offensive bats that are being out-hit by some National league pitchers, and you have a very painful, yet dulling sensation in the right cortex of the brain.

Then the Cowboys head coach Jason Garret makes yet another genius attempt to manage the clock in the waining moments of the game which led to yet another last second loss, and, yup...there it is, dull and painful.

Don't even get me started on the fact that I lost to my little brother in fantasy football (yes, I have a lot of Dallas Cowboys on said team, and no, that has nothing to do with my losing record!!)

I would go on, but the pain is starting to outweigh the dull.

You know what though? I'm good.

I'm fine with the whole scenario, because I had a great weekend. I spent the day with my son on Saturday. I brought him to work and then spent the afternoon in the "Super Mario Galaxy" Then on Sunday, we went to Church and had a Birthday lunch with my mother. It was a great weekend.

I knew the scores of all the aforementioned games, after all, I still check my IPhone regularly for updates. (I am still a guy!) but it really didn't bug me. I used to let these types of things ruin my week. I would become a miserable, cranky mess. After all, I grew up in a family of sports fans and little else mattered.

Now though, it is a different story. It took a healthy dose of family and Church to open my eyes.

Don't get me wrong, I didn't want to change!

I told my wife when we got married that the weekends were for golf and that I was watching any games possible, and the funny part was, I believed it. It wasn't that she didn't let it happen, but when my son arrived and we started going to Church, it just wasn't important. What became important was being a good father and husband. Showing my son that spending time with him was more important than watching a game. Showing my wife that I would not put anything ahead of her. Those things became priorities.

I hope that I continue being a good influence to my son. I hope that he watches how I do these things, and yet still enjoys a game with me when, and if he grows into a fan himself. He already roots for the Cowboys and Yankees, but I know that it is because they are Daddy's team.

It would make me much prouder if he picks up on my faith and becomes a fan of Christ, more than anything. As long as he has that foundation, he can root for whomever he wants!

As long as it isn't the Red Sox. Then, he would have to move out.

There it is again, dull and painful.