How Should We Redeem Sports?

Johnny Bench

Recently, my pastor David Prince debated the question of whether Christians should involve themselves or their children in football or other violent sports. Prince defended violent sports, saying that they build teamwork, trust, courage, self-sacrifice, and suffering.1 Prince, having done well in sports, is a testimony to its ability to nurture these character traits. So, I agree with my pastor in part. However, I would contend that sports and sports culture only teaches these traits to those who are somewhat athletically gifted, and who are encouraged to use their gifts. For those, like myself, who are scrawny, weak, and uncoordinated; sports often teaches the exact opposite of these qualities. In addition, the evil aspects of sports culture treats the weak as second class citizens at best, and subhuman (or even sub-Christian) at worst. I offer my own story as a case study.

From Joy to Humiliation

Until I was eight years of age, I was a baseball fan. In particular, I was a Cincinnati Reds fan. The 1970s was a great time to be a fan of the Men of the Machine. It was perhaps the best assembled team in the history of baseball with giants like Pete Rose, Johnny Bench, and Ken Griffey, Sr. I wanted to be the next Johnny Bench. So, when my dad enrolled me in Pee Wee baseball, I was overjoyed. By the end of the season, that joy turned to humiliation.

Royce at bat Throughout the 1980 Pee Wee season, I hit the ball twice. The first time was a foul. The second time, I hit the ball straight to first base. I struck out every other time I went to bat. When it was my turn to bat, my teammates groaned and rolled their eyes. When I went to bat, the parents in the crowd cursed me out. Between the loud cursing and the opposing team yelling “Eh batabatabata swing,” I could not easily concentrate on the approaching ball. I desperately tried to improve, going to every practice session. I Practiced my swing at home. I visualized hitting the ball. Nothing improved my ability to play baseball.

Instead of teaching teamwork, trust, and courage, baseball taught me individualism, wariness, and humiliation. It was humiliating being the worst player in the entire league. I became wary of my coach and the few teammates who said that I would do better next time. The rest of the team, desiring to have nothing to do with me, taught me that I had to work alone. Perhaps the worst part was the fact that my dad was so embarrassed by me that he did not attend my games. I felt like my own dad had forsaken me.

The next year, my parents thought that I might do better at another sport. They chose one that they thought required less skill than baseball. They chose soccer. In the year that had passed since my baseball failure, my fellow classmates got bigger, faster, and stronger. I remained much the same in stature. Thus, I became the worst player in the soccer league. I desired to do well, but I did not have the coordination, endurance, and strength that my fellow players seemed to have by nature. Again, I was left by my teammates to improve by myself. I could not improve my size. some of the other players were least a foot taller than me. I could not improve my coordination. Kicking and running at the same time was harder than trying to hit a ball with a bat. As with baseball, failure was not acceptable in soccer culture.

Discouraged and humiliated, I took a hiatus from sports until eighth grade. At that time, London Middle School incorporated Orienteering into its sports program. Orienteering was the one sport that I excelled in. Although I was small and slow on my feet, I could out-think the rest of the team using my trusty compass and topographical map. It was building up my confidence and determination to succeed. I felt like I was a part of something. I loved Orienteering; however, since Orienteering did not draw crowds, and did not bring money into the schools, London City Schools dropped the program after one season. Again, I was discouraged. I took another hiatus until my sophomore year of high school.

In high school, I decided to try sports again. I figured that golf would be an easy sport to master. All it involved was walking and hitting a little ball with a club. My average score was a little over 90, which would have been good over eighteen holes, but London Country Club had only nine holes.

During one meet, the opposing team was lined up to the side of me while I was teeing off. Instead of being propelled forward, the ball shot sideways through the midst of the other team. As they dived for cover, they shouted profanities the likes of which I had not heard since playing baseball. It was not my only golf disaster.

During a practice, I teed off for the first hole. I looked for over a minute, trying to see where the ball landed. It dropped right in front of me. It had gone straight up and down. On another occasion, I was sitting in the clubhouse after a practice. I overheard the club owner talking to one of the other golfers about some kid hitting the ball straight up and down. It was the funniest thing he had ever seen. This conversation changed my outlook from humiliation to a little sense of pride. Who else could claim that he was not just the worst golfer on the team, but the worst to set foot on the grounds of London Country Club? I lost all motivation to improve at golf. The sad thing is the fact that my coach did not give up on me this time. Unfortunately, my previous extra-curricular sports failures, and my failures at sports in physical education classes had convinced me to give up.

Throughout middle and high school, my physical education classes included team sports such as basketball and flag football. Running and bouncing a basketball at the same time was more difficult than kicking and running with a soccer ball. A football was too unwieldy for me to hold, throw, or catch. Again, practice did no good. Since the team captains always chose me last, I learned that no one wanted me to be a part of the team. So much for teaching teamwork.

In addition to team sports, my physical education classes included Olympic sports. It was one sport in particular which brought me to an all-time low in humiliation, discouragement, and even depression. Being a middle school boy, I was starting to take an interest in girls. During one physical education class, the sport was rope climbing. All of the boys, except for me, were able to climb the rope to the rafters. I couldn’t even get one hand above the other. Then the girls had their turn. Even the overweight girls could go up the rope by a few hand-lengths. I was thoroughly embarrassed before my classmates.

Outside of physical education classes, those who were on the football, basketball, baseball, and other team sports treated me like an inferior. They treated me as if I was stupid. They made fun of me for not having a girlfriend. By the end of high school, I loathed the sports culture. My friends tried to console me by saying that things would change in college. They didn’t. I was still treated like a second-class citizen.

The only thing that changed in college was my faith. I became a Christian. My new faith taught me to endure suffering for the sake of Christ. However, to this day it is hard to suffer for being a scrawny weakling. What makes the struggle even worse is that sermons are often filled with sports analogies that flood my mind with negative images from the past (I realize that this is my problem with which I have to deal). Some pastors even link manliness with involvement in sports. Some in the Church see me as having little worth because I can not relate to the sports-saturated culture.

I have had an interview with a church in which the search committee asked the question, “So, what team do you root for?” When I answered, “None. I really don’t care for sports,” I was met with an awkward silence. After the silence, the interview became very short and awkward. I was disqualified from ministry because I do not fit in the sports-saturated culture of the American church.

Lessons Learned

The ill effects of the sports culture has effected me to this day. Although I know that Christ neither accepts me based on my performance, nor rejects me for my failure, I still struggle with seeing myself in those sports-related ways. Although I know that I can have confidence approaching the throne, I still struggle with trust and doubt as to whether God will hear a failure such as I. These are sinful thoughts from the pit of hell; yet, they plague my mind.

If involvement in sports has taught me anything good, it is suffering. As pastor Prince has said, “The lessons learned agonizing and striving in [sports] can readily prove instructive for [spiritual warfare].”2 We strive amidst trials, tribulations, and sufferings in the light of the hope of the resurrection to come. This is a lesson that only a Christian can glean from sports.

I used to wonder why I could never improve at team sports. One clue comes from my family. My Grandmother Hunt was 3’9″, my mom 4’11”, and my dad 5’4″. I inherited my small size. My coordination problems and strength building issues come from another source. After my daughter was diagnosed with severe autism, I took a test to see if I fell on the autistic spectrum. The test showed that I had higher-functioning autism. I have learned that autistic people often have trouble building upper body strength. People with autism sometimes struggle with a lack of coordination. In other words, even if I were practicing baseball or soccer to this day, I would most likely still be a sports failure. Sports success is partly tied to natural-born ability.

Sports success is mostly tied to having an encouraging support system, whether it be a dad who comes to the game, or coaches who help to manage failure. I did not have the advantage of either when I was growing up. God had different plans for me.

I know I am not the only “nerd” who has suffered the tribulations I have described above. Since sports involvement and its culture tend to discourage, humiliate, and cast out the weak, how should the Church redeem it? After all, should not the Church be a refuge for the weak? I leave the question up to debate.

About haroyce

Royce is an aspiring writer of fantasy, history, philosophy, and theology. He earned his BS in History from Cedarville College, and his MDiv from Southern Baptist Theological Seminary.
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8 Responses to How Should We Redeem Sports?

  1. Confound it, Royce, you’re just another one of those FEMINISTS and you just need to SHUT UP and talk ONLY ABOUT MY OWN FAVORITE TOPICS like about how THIS FEMINIZED CULTURE NEEDS MORE MEN and they need to STOP PLAYING VIDEO GAMES and OPEN DOORS FOR WOMEN and MAN UP and BE A MAN and MANLY MAN THE MANS WITH MANIFYING MANLINESS.

  2. I relate to your experience with sports in many ways. I’m a large guy, but am distracted and not competitive enough to concentrate on a game the way one should in order to be an effective participant. I always tell people “that’s why I started reading.” But it’s not for a lack of trying. In first grade I played little league flag football. The only time I got the ball, toward the end if the season, I started running toward the wrong end zone. Later, I played two seasons of basketball at the local YMCA. Same experience as that of my season of flag football. Again, the worst player on the best team on the league. Then after a season and a half of baseball, I quit in the middle of the season. When I wasn’t striking out, I was filling space in the outfield. My one hit was a foul. My dad didn’t come to my games, but it was becAuse he wasn’t interested in sports himself, rather than being embarrassed by my lack of athletic prowess.

    I don’t have a problem with illustrating spiritual truths with sports analogies, but I do find it hard interacting with other men for whom sports is one of the staple topics of conversation and male bonding. I’m today a theology and Star Wars nerd, so give me a brother who can talk pop culture or dissect the latest theological controversy and I’m in my social element.

    I relate to your experience with suffering in my professional career as a pressman. I frustrate some of my coworkers with my lack of skill and find I wind up having to explain, “I’m a seminary drop-out who likes books: books are made with presses, so I decided to make a living running presses. Perhaps even after determining a lack of calling to the ministry, I may have yet missed my calling: perhaps I should retreat after working hours and get cracking on the “great American novel.” We’ll see.

  3. This might be one of the most important blog entries on the subject of sports from a Christian worldview that I’ve read. Very well done, Royce. I saw your 3rd entry on this topic on FB yesterday and came here to read it from part 1. Now I’m kicking myself for not noticing this back in 2013.

    So much here resonates…

    I’m a bit older than you but I share the experience of being introduced to Major League Baseball in the 1970s as a young boy who loved the game. Some of my first sports memories involved listening to the Oakland A’s win 3rd world series in a row, then the Reds win 2 in a row followed by the Yankees winning 2 in a row. Pete Rose and Reggie Jackson were my first favorite players. I learned to read in the sports section of our local library (the baseball history and ancient Greece sections were where I spent my time in those early years).

    Summer was a magical time and every boy (and a handful of girls) signed up to play beginning with PeeWee league. Because I was late getting glasses, and had a few experiences getting hit by a softball because I couldn’t see the ball until too late, I had almost no feel for batting timing. I would basically freeze up during games. I could hit the ball in practice but went two seasons in PeeWee and probably only swung the bat a total of 5 times. By that time, the embarrassment at failing that much caused me to stop playing (on a whim, I signed up to play Babe Ruth the Summer after my Sophomore year in High School and had an amazing season but, by then, it was far too late to attempt to play High School ball).

    Looking back, your experience was not isolated. For every child who had even a modicum of success at baseball, there were probably 10 who longed for the experience of the game. Some percentage of this 10 became knowledgeable fans and maintained a love of the game from a distance. But a significant percentage of this 10 had such a bad experience with the game during these formative years that they developed a distaste for sports that lasted well into adulthood. And, as you discovered (especially in your experience with the search committee), this is not well received in the conservative evangelical community. We lionize champions and victors. Despite the nature of the Gospel that instructs us, most notably in 2 Corinthians 12, that we are to embrace our own weakness because of the sufficiency of Christ whose power is made perfect in our weakness, in practice we treat weakness poorly and avoid it like the plague.

    Perhaps your sports experiences helped prepare you for the challenge of parenting your daughter. Maybe your frustrations as a child not being encouraged by your father as you struggled in baseball has given your an extra measure of strength to lovingly care for your daughter. Or maybe that’s just my own romantic thought process. :)

    What I can know for certain is that you are on to something in your critique of our one sided view of sports from within the context of the church.

    I look forward to reading more from you on this topic.

    • haroyce says:

      Good day Jonathan,
      Thank you for your kind response. I was planning a future blog entry on this topic in relation to parenting. My daughter Millie expressed interest in a special needs softball league in our area. My youngest daughter Edith likes basketball. Although I had a bad experience, and still do not like much of sports culture, I want to be at every game that my daughters play. Loving support and encouragement is one way of redeeming sports.

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