"95"

Never, in my wildest dreams, did I ever imagine that I would be on the losing end of such a lopsided loss. Never, in my life, have I been so embarrassed by such a talented team in such a meaningless game. Never, in the history of Lindsey Wilson athletics, have the Blue Raiders won by such a large number.
The score?

122-27

No typo. We lost by 95 points.
The three-and-a-half hour drive home seemed to take forever as I thought about all the time I could have spent at home, with my daughter: crawling on the floor, throwing the ball at each other, feeding her dinner, giving her a bath, reading her a book, and putting her to bed. Instead, I was helping make history... for Lindsey Wilson.

We returned home around 11:00 PM, and I went straight to the weight room to let off a little steam. I exercised and lifted weights until midnight, asking God what I had gotten myself into? Why was I becoming a mockery to people in Columbia, KY, while my daughter seemed to be growing up not seeing her father?

But I know the answer to that question. For this season of our life, I am forced to work the field of life. I am forced to be "Adam" so my wife can raise our daughter in our loving home. And in March, when basketball season ends, I will be there for those memorable moments, making the most of my time with my daughter. Until then, I'll work hard and fight for any time with her I get, and hold my breath a little bit longer. I can't afford to breathe just yet.