I got to fulfill a life-long dream last weekend. I was there. Yes, indeed. I was at the Cotton Bowl to see UT and OU. Right in the middle of 92,000 people. From the time I was a little boy, I’ve always wanted to go to that game. Always. So thanks to a good friend, there I was.
And the game was a barn burner. I wasn’t really worried about who won. I just wanted them to play the whole game. Hey, for that matter, I wouldn’t have been disappointed with overtime! But what a game.
Then I met my family at the fair, and after a few hours of stirring around like thickened mud in a 5 gallon bucket (along with 92,000+ people) we decided to call it a day, and headed home. We took the bus to the Trinity Rail. We had to wait for the rail because the Trinity only comes once every other day, so by the time we got on…suffice it to say, “It was crowded.” Standing room only for me. Thankfully, Mary Beth and Shelby got seats, nearby, but not together. You get the picture?
Then it got REALLY CROWDED!!! About 6 people (I think 3 couples, but I’m not for sure.) got on just before the train left, and it might as well have been 60 more people. Why? Well, it wasn’t that they were avid Longhorns. They were: complete with burnt orange shirts, and little bevo face paintings on the girls. It wouldn’t have been any better or worse had they been Sooners. It wasn’t that they smelled. At least they were about the same as the rest of us fair goers, but that’s a bit too personal I suppose.
The problem? They were drunk. And mad. Very mad. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m glad they were on the train instead of on the highway. They freely shared that this was part of the motivation for the train. “You might get a PI, but at least you won’t get a DWI,” one man advised me. I had to think for a minute because the only PI that came to my mind was a Private Investigator, but at last, without me having to ask, my jurisprudence hemisphere connected.
Now, being around drunk people cannot be the favorite past time for anyone, can it? But that wasn’t really the heart of the problem, either, to be honest. At one point one man told me that he had been drinking since 5pm the night before with only about an hour of sleep all night. So, what did all this “Party Hearty!” do for them? Not much.
Somewhere along the way, one of the couples had experienced a severe falling out with each other. The woman, who had been terribly offended by her husband’s words to her and about her, refused to even look at him. She kept her back to him, and if dry ice had been on the train, it wouldn’t have produced much more smoke than the steam that was coming out of her ears, if you know what I mean.
He, on the other hand, kept the verbal assault on overdrive. Barbs. Hand Grenades. Bombs. Insults. Insinuations. You get the point. Talk about a miserable ride. And I was just sharing the same air space as him. At least I wasn’t sharing a life with him. (or her) Pleasant? Anything but.
That’s what drinking does for you, if you want to see the “rest of the story.” Great ads. Pretty people. Less Filling. Life Ruining.
There’s a better life. Win or lose the game. It’s in following Jesus Christ as the Lord of your life. Living by His Word. Obeying Him. Putting Him as number one in your life. If He’s number one, all the other numbers just fall into place.