Andrew told me, “It’s the best way to win. The best. But it’s the worst way to lose.”
Andrew and I were sitting on the couch watching the Portland vs Kansas City soccer game when the game went into a shootout. Very rarely does a shootout ever have to go through an entire team of players to the point where the goal keepers have to take shots. The game ended with the last keeper missing the shot. Portland won, and they play the Vancouver Whitecaps on Sunday.
Andrew grew up playing soccer, so he knows the above statement to be true. The risk, the expectation, the pressure, the exhaustion. With each shot taken, hope soars and then just as fast, gets hit down.
Marriage is like that. We put all our ducks in a row and hope for the best, right? While we’re dating, we put all our good shit up front. We’re like, hey. We make sure we don’t have stubbly bits and that we’re always wearing our good underwear. As the years go by and the lineup gets shadier and shadier, in desperation we start throwing out our donkey players. Before you know it we’re paying $180/hour to a therapist that doesn’t know how to spell our last name and we’re googling 2 bedroom basement suites on Craigslist.
Sometimes it falls apart.
It’s the best way to win. The best. But it’s the worst way to lose.