I heard Plymouth Argyle move into fourth place in the League Chamionship in England on BBC Radio Devon. They beat Sunderland by one goal to nil and to hear the commentator you’d have thought that they had repelled the Germans from the beaches of Normandy rather than won a soccer game.
In England there is a national depression because England failed to qualify for the European Championships by losing to the Croatians last week. Although I was embarassed by the failure of the English squad to perform I was not wearing black or calling for the manager’s head on a platter.
My attentions are focused on a sick old man who broke his hip. He used to be my team’s most loyal fan as I wheeled him to our games in a wheelchair each week. Now he is in rehabilitation and his cerebral palsey is preventing him from making progress toward recovery. We have a meeting on Tuesday which will decide his future. Do we put him in a home? My father-in-law has been our responsibility for a couple of years, and we have enjoyed sharing a house with him and his wife. The question of his health seems to put sport into perspective. Will the Bears qualify for the playoffs? Will Argyle get promoted into the Premiership? Will my father-in-law ever be free of pain?
What do we value? What are we thinking about? What grabs our emotions and occupies our time?