To anyone who feels like reading tedious text: Today, I had gone to Atlanta. About 30-minutes or so up I-85, I stopped for a meal at an upscale restaurant, Burger King. While I was there a young guy told a customer who was leaving that the Wolves was one of the AP's top ten high school football teams in the nation. Thought to myself, "Son, are you pilled up ? I'd settle for a win". I kept quiet because I was a guest in another town and for some reason I can simply show up (that's all) and someone will call the police or tell the desk clerk at a hotel there's a peculiar man in the parking lot or milling around in the halls and they're afraid to go to the ice machine.
When leaving I asked an associate, there, if this is Lawrenceville? She said no, it's Buford, which is a town in Gwinnett County, adjacent to Atlanta. It gives me a sick feeling to my stomach to say it but it looked like East Lincoln, with its housing going over the horizon and its strip malls and it being one step away from urban sprawl. Before I left I read on my iPhone about their team and that they are the defending 6A champion in Georgia, and that they've enjoyed other titles and many years of success.
Couldn't help but to think, "What if that was us, not the Buford Wolves but The Lincolnton Wolves, a nationally ranked team. Wow ! That's got to feel awfully good. I don't know-some thought.
The Bible warns against arrogance, not once, but several times, and I worry if it was us would I fall victim to it. I have to say, though, I'd at least like to try it until I got to the point of being just a little snooty.
