December Writing Challenge Day 8 (Day 38)

Teams.

My teams are The University of Tennessee Volunteers (I’ll claim all of them, but I only watch football) and the Knoxville Ice Bears. I suppose I should still claim the Seymour Eagles even though I’ve been to exactly one game since I graduated. And I would still root for the Denver Broncos if pressed because Peyton.
I never did care for group work. I was too bashful as a child to contribute much…and then as an adult other teammates would sit back while one or two did all the work and they took equal credit. I much preferred to work alone. Do all the work, reap all the praise. Fly alone. Solo.

But in 2012, after much consideration, I became part of a team. We’re a team in that I don’t have to face this world alone. We’re a team in that we’re unfailingly on each other’s side. We’re a team when we cook dinner or unite to dislike the way certain people behave. It’s not easy and sometimes we have to agree to disagree. But there’s nobody I’d rather have in my corner. Because every day is game day. It never fails, something is going to go wrong or I’m just going to need help. I need someone I can count on. So we’re a small team, but a team nonetheless. I’m sure that if he goes first, I’ll be one of those widows everybody whispers about, how I just went downhill after he died, or how I’m pitiful, I don’t know how to do anything because he done it all for me.

But I’d rather be a part of a team than alone in the stands.