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David vs. Goliath

In Family, Inspiration and Motivation, Life Lessons, Pursuit of Happiness on April 10, 2010 at 4:07 pm

When I was a kid, I used to wake up early on the weekend to watch one of my favorite shows… “Davey & Goliath.” I can still hum the theme song today.  Each show delivered a message, but for me, it was less about the message and more about the love of watching a boy with his talking dog.  It wasn’t until much later in life that I learned the actual story of David vs. Goliath.

Today was a big day for my son’s football team.  After dominating our first two opponents, it was time to test our mettle against the Goliath of the league.   Our opponents won the Super Bowl in the fall after going undefeated.  With all of the returning players from the fall, they are the team that many fear, and everyone respects.  And though we did well against them in a pre-season scrimmage game, we knew that this was going to be our toughest game of the year.

I’m not sure how all of the kids were feeling, but the coaches were on edge and ready to play the game.  As coaches, all we can do is prepare the team to the best of our abilities, but ultimately, the kids are the ones that have to execute on the field.  Despite our repeated warnings to the team about what to expect from the league favorites, it didn’t take very long for them to take advantage of our early mistake.  Three plays into the game, we were already trailing by a touchdown.

On the following possession, we moved the ball well, but ultimately fell short, turning the ball back over to our opponents.  Having already been a part of a team that lost badly to this team in the fall, I started to think that it was going to be a long day.  After all, our previous two opponents could not contain our star player.  But then again, the other teams were not the defending league champions.

After failing to score, our defense settled down and stopped our opponents, giving us the ball back with good field position.  This time, our running back broke through and scored.  After missing the extra point, we trailed by a point, but at least the game was starting to look competitive.

On the next possession, our opponent broke another run for a touchdown.  They added on the extra point and lead the game by eight points with less than two minutes to play in the first half.  At least we were getting the ball back with enough time on the clock to tie the game before half time.  Or so I thought.  The aggressive play by our opponent caused a fumble on our kickoff return.   It looked as if we would go into the half trailing by two touchdowns, but our team rose to the challenge.  The kid that fumbled the kickoff intercepted a pass deep in our own territory.  With very little time on the clock, we went into halftime trailing by eight points…but we were very much in the game.

Our team received the kickoff to start the second half, giving us a chance to tie the game up, but we didn’t do much.  It was a defensive third quarter for the most part, but we did score at the end of it.  After a successful two-point conversion, the game was tied going into the fourth quarter.  Needless to say, for the first time in a very long time, Goliath had something to be worried about.

With the final quarter winding down, it looked as if our best effort still wasn’t going to be enough.  Our opponent marched the ball down the field.  They had first down and goal to go from the nine-yard line.  There was less than a minute to play, and clearly, the odds were against us.

First down…our opponent gained two yards and called a timeout.

Second down…our opponent gained three yards and called a timeout.

With two more chances to go, it looked as if the game was going to end on a last-minute touchdown.

Third down…the running back on the other team breaks towards the opposite sideline, making it difficult to see the play from our vantage point.  I was disappointed because it looked like he was going to score, but elated when the referees indicated that it was our ball after recovering a fumble.  With less than 30 seconds left in the game, and about 95 yards to go for a touchdown, I figured that the game was going to end in a tie…which it did…sending the game to overtime.

Our opponent got the ball first.  Four plays, and our defense barely allowed a yard to be gained.  A score by us would give us the victory.

On the second play, our running back bolted towards the end zone on a beautiful run, but before he got there, the yellow flags came flying…a holding penalty against our team.  I dropped to my knees and pounded the turf out of frustration.  Two more plays, and we couldn’t move the ball.  It looked like double-overtime was in the cards.  But then it happened…

Our running back busted through the line on the exact same play that was called back moments earlier.  As he headed towards the end zone, I was jumping up and down celebrating.  No flags this time!  Somehow, someway, David had beaten the odds and managed to defeat Goliath in the game of the season.  Barring any unforeseen missteps by either team, it looks like these two teams should meet again in the Super Bowl.

As I hugged my son, congratulating him on a great game, he told me that he was the one that recovered the fumble to save the game.  Words cannot describe the pride that I felt at that moment, and still feel right now.  It seems appropriate that he would be the one to make the play, since he is sort of a “David” in his own right.

My son is one of the youngest kids on the team.  In fact, I’m fairly certain that he is the second youngest.  On top of that, he is one of the smallest kids on the team.  Only two kids are smaller than him, and both of them are playing football for the first time.  But despite his age and his size, he managed to earn a starting position on both offense and defense.  And though he isn’t known for his speed, his football quickness allowed him to earn the starting defensive end position (usually reserved for the biggest kids on the team).

Genetically speaking, the odds are stacked against my son when it comes to football.  He is likely to always be one of the smaller players, and will probably never be one of the fastest either.  But he is coachable, and more importantly, he has heart.  And that is something that you can’t teach.  Although I am the parent, and the one that is supposed to be teaching life lessons to my son, I learn from him as well.

Life isn’t always fair, and some people are blessed with better opportunities than others.  And while things may seem insurmountable at times, unbridled determination can help you beat odds that you never thought possible if you give your best effort.  In the immortal words of Jim Valvano…“Don’t give up…don’t ever give up!”

Today, we bask in the glow of our victory.  On Tuesday, when we return to practice, we will relinquish our David role and assume the role of Goliath.  Next week’s opponent is also undefeated, and I’m sure that they would like nothing more than to knock us from the ranks of the unbeaten.  I, for one, am looking forward to the challenge!

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  1. Adam, I always read your blogs…it is always incredible – as you have a message for everyone in it. Major kudos to Zack for his outstanding heart of a champion…I think it has a lot to do with whom his parents are and how they are raising one amazing young lad. Ya’ll are doing great,
    and just thought I would give you a “high five”! Keep in touch.
    Much love,
    Marilyn

  2. adam…..what a beautiful, inspirational piece of writing! i had tears in my eyes imagining how proud your son was and how proud you were of him! your ‘david’ knocked down that ‘goliath’……that’s an important life lesson for sure. thank you for sharing….on another note…..i too woke up early on weekends to see my favorite show Davey and Goliath!!!

  3. Exceptional piece of writing (in addition to a kick-ass story). That is the victory of youth sports; there is a role for all.

    I remember the TV show and when Davey and Goliath got lost on the train. They passed familiar buildings just not their own. They recognized a white church, just not their town’s white church. Then a background chant kicked in, “God is everywhere, everywhere.”

    Whenever I’m lost I sing that chant to myself. Whenever I lose a fumble I sing something else. Congratulations to your boy.

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