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• I cannot remember the last time I was at a football game. Of course that does not mean too much, I cannot remember what I had for lunch yesterday. It was good to get into a different venue, and air out my soul.
• Then it hit me. No, not the football, although that might have helped to a certain degree. But a thought hit me, which is just about as rare as being hit by a football at a football game.
• I had just gotten into the spirit of watching the game when all of a sudden I heard a whistle and a coach yelled, "Timeout." At that moment everything stopped. I looked at the clock on the scoreboard and it had stopped. I had forgotten about this little quirk in football.
• The clock did not start and the game did not commence until the coach yelled, "play ball." Or something to that effect.
• That got me thinking. If they can do that for football, why can't we do that for life? After all, life is far more important than a football game. Who is that coach that yells, "Timeout," and everybody stops? What kind of authority does he have?
• We need to bring this kind of thinking into life in general. It seems to me that everything in life is thought out in great detail except actually living life. Football has been well thought out and is comprised of rules and regulations. Baseball the same. Hockey... Well maybe not so much hockey. Most games are well thought out, have rules to live by, and if something isn't going the way it is supposed to go, the coach has the privilege of yelling "Timeout."
• How many times could I have used this little rule in my life?

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