I have a confession this morning. You know those insane sports fans who lose it at the umpires/referees/officials? The ones who are cringe worthy and should keep their big, fat mouths shut? That was me last night.
I should’ve shut up and kept updating my friend on my phone. But my brain had other ideas. And it was too late when I realized that I looked like a raging idiot. Why couldn’t I edit myself?
There was certainly no love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, or gentleness. Self-control?
This morning, I’m dealing with a few issues.
- I’m embarrassed that I was a rabid moron.
- Thankfully, the season is over, so I have no more opportunities to transform into another idiot.
- I still believe the referee made terrible calls.
- …but that doesn’t excuse my actions.
I’m not looking for sympathy here. Just telling you all that recognizing one’s idiocy on a public blog helps keep my humility in check. It’s like letting you be a part of my face palm moment. And I have loads of them.
Maybe you do too. Feel free to blabber away or head slap me. 😉