The home crowd at this past weekend’s Bronco game booed as Peyton Manning took a knee and trotted off the field. Was it because Denver had not played up to their ability in the first half? Possibly. Was it because the site of Peyton taking a knee with time on the clock reminds them of a similar knee taken during a cold day in January against the Baltimore Ravens? Perhaps. Was it because the Broncos were losing? No. That’s the troubling part. The Broncos were winning.
Now, don’t misunderstand me. They were only winning by two points against arguably the worst team in the NFL (although a strong argument could be made for the New York Giants). They had not played particularly well while conversely the Jaguars had been busy throwing everything they could at the Broncos. But, booing your team for a winning effort? It smacks of what has become so symptomatic in our culture.
“What have you done for me lately?”
This is the question and mentality of our immediate gratification, get it now, do it now, give it to me now, culture. We don’t want to succeed, we want to dominate.
Conversations this week among Denver fans have focused on their lackluster performance, Manning’s fumbles and the porous defense. True, last Sunday was not the Broncos best game. They did however still manage to win while scoring 35 points. To put this in perspective understand that through the first 6 games of the season, only 10 out of the 32 teams in the NFL have even scored 35 points in a game.
There are many things that bother me about the boos. Maybe it’s the lack of class it displays. Or the damage it does to the tenuous fan/team relationship. Mostly though it feels like a further example of the lack of maturity displayed by the general populace. Which takes me to the question of how we as adults are reproducing our values in the next generation.
Are we communicating to the next generation that there is value in believing in someone who doesn’t meet your expectations? Or are we giving them the option of bailing when things get tough? Or when things aren’t going as planned? Is perfection the only standard?
Have we become addicted as a culture to the un-reality of augmented, false excellence? Or are we as men communicating that the true fan, the true believer, the true friend, the true partner sticks by through even the worst days of “under-performing?”
Check out the link and wrestle with how God values the “under performer”.