ONCE IN A LIFETIME-- TO GO TO THE SUPER BOWL

We went to this one. Scott and me.
They drew my name in the PSL lottery for season ticket holders. Our seats--7 and 8 Row 29 Section 612. Upper Deck. About halfway up. Overlooking the 25-yard line.
The Rams lost. In the last 90 seconds when they went into a prevent defense. A terrible strategy used unsuccessfully for years and years in the NFL. And once again, it didn't work.
Should the Rams have gone for a two point conversion near the end of regulation to take a one point lead? Of course not. Should the patsies have taken a knee? Again, of course not. Not unless they were in terrible field position. But oh how I wish they had. They had no momentum. The air had gone out of them.
Until we lined up, or lined back on defense. No threat of Leonard Little rushing, forcing a hurried throw by then an unknown punk kid out of michigan, a 7th rounder or something. No threat of a blitzing linebacker or two, or what a time for a safety blitz. Even Arizona State running back J.R. Redmond got into the act with a key recept.
What was Lovie thinking? Here was his chance to add the crowning jewel. Just stop the drive. Win in OT. Wear your Super Bowl ring forever. And become an NFL head coach for two more years than you did.
But no. We drop back and made them beat us. They did.
Rams lose.
And so did the country. For this Rams' team was full of Christians. Christians who weren't afraid of testimonials to Jesus. Christians who always praised God first. When brady spoke he spoke of team and pina coladas. When Warner, Conwell, Bruce, and others spoke, they always mentioned the Lord.
On the final drive, I was praying for a victory, a Ram win which I thought would be good for the country. I kept saying to myself, "Trust Jesus." And I did. Scott was praying, too. He was praying for two Rams fans seated in front of us. Screaming curse words loudly. Scott prayed that they would find Jesus and become followers. He also prayed that he would find peace in defeat or victory. And while I never prayed that prayer, after the winning field goal split the uprights, I felt a peace. And no anger.
God answers prayers. I hope Scott's and mine will be answered soon. But if they're not, I know there's a plan. A reason. And it's God's. And it's certainly better than any plan any man has ever developed, including the preventive defense.
Hey, this is where it all started.
My son, Scott and I went to the Super Bowl. The Rams lost. But we won.
Thanks, Lord for the blessing.