Sunday, November 23, 2008

Mysteries of Language and Context


"When Schoettgen scored, the Bearcats had just eight rushing yards on seven carries. Adjustments in blocking assignment and timing helped WU enter the locker room at halftime with 121 yards on the ground, including 107 on seven carries by Horne. Leslie ended the half 7 of 12 passing for 154 yards and two touchdowns."

I don't know what the terms "rushing yard," a "carry," a "blocking assignment," or "yards on the ground" mean. Consequently, the above paragraph, from an article about The Lovely Daughter's college football team's success in its first playoff game yesterday is, like the rest of the piece, virtually unintelligible to me. (I do know what Willamette bearcats are, since we all have t-shirts depicting them. And I know that they won, because I can read the score. That's about the extent of my personal football IQ.)

It's my own fault, of course. Football has never been of much interest to me. The Quiet Husband and Gregarious Son are at a pro game as I write, but I wouldn't have wanted to go even if I hadn't been as miserably sick with some kind of virus as I am. To me, football is a bunch of (usually) guys running back and forth and back and forth in a decades-long pursuit of an odd-shaped ball with an enthusiasm that utterly mystifies me. To tell the truth, most of the time the location of the ball in play is also a (complete) mystery to me, which might explain the speed with which I relapse into stultified boredom as soon as I settle into the stands at a game. The Lovely Daughter had a lot more fun at that playoff yesterday than I would have.

And why am I writing about this? I think it's because I'm trying to figure out how to reclaim my life, and the language and context have changed. Whatever a rushing yard and a locker room might have been for me three months ago, they aren't anymore. I read the article on the game and I thought, "Oh, this is just like my life. Completely incomprehensible."

So. I'm going to go back to school in another week or so. I think it might be easier to make an adjustment in a blocking assignment.

Whatever that means.

10 comments:

Lisa :-] said...

I'm happy you've decided to go back to school. It may prove helpful to deciphering the new language and context of your life.

Althea N. Agape said...

After all, at seminary, if the way be clear, we should all be intentional in examining and unpacking a new baseline, a new paradigm of living into the new thing that we feel the Jesus we know would want. And as we fellowship together, and seek the missional call that will allow us to gift a congregation, Jesus we just ask for your clarity, because the words make no sense!

(I worked in all 10 of QG's Presby phrases)

my verification word was "haling" I think that might be Ohioese for gettin' better.



7. Jesus, we just

Gannet Girl said...

So Althea, in other words, we would be better off with football jargon than Presby jargon?

Stratoz said...

I would go to grad school, if you were adjusting the blocking.... it would help if you were agile and strong enough to get in the way of a 250 + pound guy determined to throw you out of his way.

hmmm it is all the same, isn't it?

keep with football, the presby stuff is baffling.

Gannet Girl said...

Exactly the same, apparently.

Carol said...

Congratulations on your decision, GG. Despite the trepidation, it is the beginning of the future. Best of luck as you return to this endeavor. I have every confidence that you're going to be an incredible minister.

RevDrKate said...

Totally with you on this incomprehensible stuff all the way around, football, life, discernment, choices, etc. That said, so glad to hear you are taking that step out. Prayers and more prayers....

bean said...

don't go if you're not ready.

emmapeelDallas said...

I'm glad to hear you'll be back at school. I think you have a lot to offer.

As for football...the shape of the ball is a prolate spheroid. I've learned to love football. You can't live in Texas for 25 years without learning to love football. All those big guys rushing down the field, with the ball in play...poetry in motion to me.

Kathryn said...

When words and life won't make sense, have a hug ((GG))