A Rotary Reflection
The thing I like most about being a Rotarian is it gets you outside. I don’t mean outside of the indoors, although it often does. I don’t mean out in the community and the world, although it surely does that too. I mean it gets you outside of yourself.
Last night my husband and I went to the Class C Boys Basketball Tournament going on at CMR to watch the North Toole County Refiners play Heart Butte. My cousin’s son coaches the Sunburst team and the game promised to be a good one, with Sunburst beating Heart Butte by a hair and Heart Butte returning the favor in the regular season.
That was a promise unrealized. Heart Butte took control in the first quarter and never relinquished it. Nothing the Refiners put in the air seemed to go through a hoop. But it was a pleasant experience anyway because we had the good fortune to run into a fellow Rotarian in the stands and watched the game with him.
Art Taft grew up in Sunburst. I figure he and I are of about the same vintage, but I’ve never been that good in math. In personality and political perspective, I suppose we’re as different as night and day. But through our years together in Rotary, we’ve forged a bond that gets us outside ourselves.
Last night we sat in the stands watching a team we wanted to win lose but enjoying the heck out of the performance of one particular Refiner. Stanley was small, slight, bespectacled … as far from the stereotypical hoopster as you can imagine. But he came to play and play he did. He’d drive through a throng of boys twice his size, alley-oop a shot that didn’t have a prayer … swoosh. Heave a hail-Mary from 3-point land … swoosh. Finesse a little jump shot over a looming defender … swoosh.
A man too slight as a boy for basketball and a woman who couldn’t play because girls didn’t get to play basketball back then sat on a hard bleacher on a frigid winter night sharing the joy of living vicariously through the dream game of a boy neither of us had ever met. Our delight in Stanley's success was amplified by our realization that we both knew a little something about being an underdog. But for Rotary, we would have been two strangers in the night, thinking our private thoughts, going our separate ways. But we got outside ourselves.
That’s what I like about Rotary. And yes, dear readers, it's another slow news week.