I am not a sports fan. I have what might be labeled a nostalgic affection for the Broncos because I grew up in the Mile High City.

We attended a Superbowl party and mingled with the few people we see once a year at this party.

For all the hype this event gets, it’s no wonder that we can easily dismiss it and move on to other things once the game fails to deliver. Several folks I spoke with turned it off by the first half and found other things to preoccupy their free time. Every year I choose to give it only superficial attention at the party and then quickly forget it when I leave, not caring who won and who didn’t. This year, my husband flipped it back on once we got home and I sort of began to watch as I was doing other things. At one point I actually yelled at the box. My daughter came running upstairs to see what would cause such an outburst. Finding that it was the game that brought me to such volume she stood their in utter disbelief. She knows I care zero, so this was quite unusual.

Frankly, I felt sorry for the Bronco’s. They seemed to have lost their mojo and couldn’t get it back for anything. I found no pleasure in watching them struggle and Seattle crush them without mercy. I know sports is about winning at all costs, and mercy is a word and work that simply does not apply there. None the less, it is over and nothing left but tears, regrets and  disappointments. Millions were lost.

There is good news however…
The sun will always come up tomorrow.
And more importantly…
The Son, will always love you.

In “His story” we are all winners and His mercy flows abundantly. His sacrifice was the game changer of all time and the only one worth all the hype the world can muster; and didn’t involve a “pigskin” at all.