To Strong Finishes

We have been living in the land of excitement and dreams as the Nuggets have marched through the playoffs until the 6^th game against the heavily favored Lakers. The Nuggets didn’t show up to play and they had run out of chances and the lights went out, but it was a huge improvement over last year and gave us all hope in the future of an underdog. It also pointed out that the victor on the sports field or in life’s battles is one that can figure a way around obstacles, dig deep to find previously unknown strength, not get too heady with some success, and above all finish strong. That why I love sports; it isn’t who runs the fastest or catches the most balls, or shoots the most baskets it is the gritty determination in the face of adversity or the long patient painful practicing that pays rich dividends. Life is a long tough game and better is the man that can translate those admirable qualities into their life practices for he will be a winner.

This rumored question has been heard circulating through the temple in Denver this week, “Who ever promoted this idiot?” and they are talking about me. I was “promoted” last week to assistant veil coordinator and it was kind of fun with only small sessions the first week – but this week we had three huge sessions. Two sessions had 5 over the maximum limit and I didn’t have enough workers so it was critical to use patrons to fill in the blanks. Well I forgot to call them forward and so the wrong people got put in the wrong places at the wrong time and it was a crowded white clad circus where there should be quiet reverence. I wouldn’t be surprised if they put a block on my recommend.

We suffered an aborted attempt to have a fun Saturday afternoon activity, but caught the rebound and was able to finish with a great evening. Tracy and I started out to hike Devil’s Head and as we left the house decided to invite Dave, Danica & family along. Dave was sadly stuck in the deep dark basement with Austin and a few others caught in the web of a LAN party, but Danica, Jensen and Lily were willing participants. I foolishly choose to ignore the storm clouds, lightening and rain on the way to the hike. I thought, “it will pass and we’ll have fun,” but it didn’t. It was cold, dark and wet – Mom’s favorite elements. We did gather enough firewood for an impromptu campfire under a covered pavilion at Daniel’s Park – evening saved. Hot dogs, watermelon, s’mores, and raingear – is the Seattle all over again.