Personal rights and egos

In a COLLEGE basketball game last night, Oklahoma State powerhouse Marcus Smart when after a fan. I thought it was a NBA story at first.

Smart is a great player. It’s a frustrating time because Oklahoma State is in a losing streak at the wrong time. (For the record, I’m okay with that, since I’m a Jayhawks fan.) Emotions were high as was the frustration of the game slipping away and they faced a fourth straight lost in a tough league. It takes nothing away from Smart as a player. He’s still great. He’s going to be a good NBA player in all likelihood.

But, he was wrong to go after the fan. The situation was too hot and it’s hard to maintain control, but when you have cameras all around, AND you’re in a hostile arena… somehow you have to call on that inner reserve to hold it back.

But that fan… is… an idiot.

Smart will get suspended. That fan should be banned from the arena. Refund his money if he’s a season ticket holder. Do NOT let him buy another ticket to your games until HE goes through anger management courses.

What clashed that night is what clashes all the time: egos.

Smart was frustrated with the situation and something was said or done that was offensive to him and he took the wrong path at that moment. Yet, that fan was obviously exercising his tremendous ego as well. He could have felt he had the right to heckle since he had paid that “big money” to be in that seat.

For basketball, I see it more and more. I hate NBA games, but when I see a game clip on TV and see how close they dare to put the fans to the sidelines, and then see how much they pay for those crazy seats, there is a sense of entitlement that can rise up in the fan. They paid for the right to be stupid.

As usual, when theĀ secondĀ person gives a retaliation, it’s the second person getting the foul, the flag, the heave ho, whatever. It’s never that first offender. In this case, it needs to be both.

We have gone too far with our personal rights and egos. We think because of our status as a player or our money as a fan we have a “right” to do something. We do not. We have other people to think about and we would be well served if we would be reminded of it from time to time.

As an example to fans to learn to calm down and not be idiots, that particular fan needs to be dealt a serious blow. Don’t just send a message to Smart and other players. Send a message to the fans.

Get a life.

Blood Sport

I was reading a New York Times front page on the web when this picture and article came up. It was on the hockey player (presumably the one in the black jersey) talking about head trauma. Go figure.

But that’s not what captured my attention. It was the kid on the right. The smile on his face watching two men beat each other to a bloody pulp…

Something turned in my stomach.

I am not a hockey fan, but I love football. The intense contact is something guys just seem to love.

But that picture, that smile, just seems to haunt me.

Monday Thoughts

Some great thought-provoking posts and articles are surfacing this Monday.

Bill Mounce over at Koinonia has some thoughts on the Ted Haggard situation. His big question is: “Why was Haggard removed from his church? Why were they not allowed to at least attend?” He readily admits he doesn’t know the entire situation, but he asks the question anyway. I find it a question posed in ignorance. He should have done his homework first. That situation poses several issues, but what did NOT happen was the removal of Haggard from the Body of Christ. He was simply removed from that church and offered other places of healing.

A new book by Barbara Ehrenreich is one of those liberal books that begs the question: “Do you think this is something new?” She pokes fun at the positive confession movement in the Church. We’ve been doing that for years. Yet, she gets to write a book and make money! (Okay, I admit I’m jealous on that count.)

A more lengthy article on Christianity Today’s site focuses on the sports worship of our culture and how the church is not handling it so well. That’s one of those article where I go, “Oh, me!” I love sports. I can’t wait for spring training in baseball. The Super Bowl is only a page turned so I can get to baseball season (with March Madness to placate me in between). Yet, this article painfully hits some things for me I need to face.