We all know by now that it’s football season. At least, if you live in my house you know that it’s football season, becuase of the ESPN, and the fantasy football, and this year, the ringtones. Which means that we (I) wind up watching a lot more football than we would if we lived alone (since “we” would watch none).

But every year, I’m struck by something. Football players, from high school to the NFL, are trained to win. And when they win, you know it. There’s no apologetic smile, no backing away from the ball to let the other guy get it, no “sorry!”

Now — imagine this. Imagine that you were brought up by the rules of football. Your life would go something like this:

  • When you accomplished something awesome at work, you would flex your muscles, scream, beat your chest and shout “Yeah! Yeah!” repeatedly.
  • When you won, you would run around the room pumping your fist in the air and high fiving everyone.
  • When faced with competition, you would not back away, wonder if you were over-asserting yourself, or try to be demure. You would run at them full speed, doing everything in your power to beat them.
  • When you lost, you would accept it as part of life — but you would allow yourself to thrown your hat on the floor, curse, look pissed off and not be nice for a little while.
  • When someone on your team did something awesome, you would bump chests, slap them on the back and congratulate them.

Let me tell you something — I would love to know what it feels like to approach life this way, even for a few dayss. I’d love to run down the proverbial field as hard and fast as I could, with my main goal being to physically knock my competitors out of the way, and when I made it where I was going, to slam the proverbial (again) ball on the ground, yell, scream and dance. Could it be that we have something to learn from football after all?