loving, living and losing…or grace

What a Super Bowl Sunday! Just like NBC’s exceptional marathon coverage began early in the day, I started early, too. Everything turned out lovely except for the outcome I wanted. So, my dearly beloved Patriots lost. Heavy sigh.

Congratulations to the Giants and the fans of New York. But, I’ve ended up changing a lot of this original post due to the articles, tweets and news reports I have read and tried to digest today. Also, a quick thank you for all the nice emails, messages and tweets. I’m going to be fine.

(ADHD moment: AstroTurf makes a great tablecloth! I’ll definitely be using it for Kentucky Derby Day.)

As a follow-up to my last post, I feel that I need to add a few lines about every day sportsmanship, or as I like to call it, every day grace. Watching a close game like this can bring out the best or the worst in someone. It is more widely damaging when the worst is brought out in influential characters with a wider audience. A sports loss is disappointing and heartbreaking, but it is also where loyalty begins. When you choose to participate as a spectator and take it upon yourself to root for a specific team, you commit to being a fan. And, as with every commitment, there is a risk of disappointment.

 

Taking a risk is living. I would take disappointment, heartbreak and just the rush of putting myself out there and trying, over feeling like I never truly LIVED. (And, FYI, you can mimic that rush just by walking into your local “Zumba” class.)

Think of the great lengths we go through to create all of the Santa magic for our kids. Why not go to those lengths everyday for yourself? There is a great quote by Diane Ackerman , “I don’t want to get to the end of life and find that I lived just the length of it. I want to have lived the width of it as well.” I thought about this quote deeply as I committed to starting this blog. Living the “width” of life is one of the best descriptions I can give of “Living Lola”.

Why would I take the time to do anything and not add my own, special “Lola” flair. I am suited up. I am here to play full-out. And, dance at half-time!

Today, I am not embarrassed or humiliated by my team. I am disappointed by the finger-pointing, blame game that has ensued in the media.

The New England Patriots will endure the negativity. Even, Giselle is being criticized. “Vogue-ing” for 30 years, Madonna is never immune. But, you can’t say that any of them aren’t putting themselves out there. They are all living full-out.

The “haters” are out in full force. But, it is just so obvious that the haters are the ones that are stuck. They can’t take the risk.  They haven’t learned to live full-out. Sure, it’s easier to not suit up. It is definitely less scary.

Oh, but to live a wide life!

 Patriots, thank you for a great season. We got to cheer you on into February. Most teams were out of it by the New Year. But once again, we we’re AFC Champs.

And it was sweet!

I would be remiss if I didn’t share one Super Bowl recipe …

Lola’s Mini Corn Dog’s

1 cup course ground cornmeal

1 1/2 cups of Pioneer pancake mix

1 egg

3/4-1 cup of milk

2 TBS of olive oil

Heat oil to 350. (Larkin says peanut oil works best, we used canola) Cut hot dogs into bite size pieces. Dredge in batter and place into hot oil. Cook until golden brown.

Note: The batter was so good that Larkin and my brother-in-law, Tim, just had to deep fry a slider. Yep. They really did.

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